Chapter 9 - The Letter.
Summer woke up with a headache. It still felt like it was going to be a good day. It was a Friday, so how could it not be a good day. Her and Marissa and Kayleigh had a little sleep over planned at Summer's house, and it should be fun. Ever since Kayleigh and Ryan broke up, Marissa and Summer started to think she was actually cool.
"Summer, you out of bed yet?" Summer's dad yelled.
"Mmhmm." Summer said upbeat.
Summer jumped up, and made her bed. She went and got into the shower and was singing her favorite song, "Do Somethin'" by Britney. She jumped around the shower washing her hair, not really knowing why she was in such a good mood, but she wasn't going to let anything ruin her day, not even Cohen and Meg.
"I just don't see why you want to apologize to her, it's not like you bumped into her." Meg said.
"Well, I think it did something to her wrist, and I just want to apologize." Seth said nervously.
"Seth, what the hell would just make you think she hurt her wrist? You just want to talk to her." Meg was pissed off.
"That's not true. She's a bitch when she talks to me, so what's the point? I just thought I'd apologize, but I guess you're right, there's no point." Seth lied to Meg.
Seth liked Summer so much. He wanted to ask her to be friends, at least, friends. He was sick of looking at her, knowing she hated him. He would see her at lunch smiling and having fun. He loved her laugh, and he loved her smile. The way her eyes lit up when she was having a good time. He snapped himself out of it.
"Friends." He said out loud.
Knowing, he definatly still liked her.
"My wrist is really sore. I must have twisted it when I fell. Oh well, whatevs, I'll get over it." Summer said carelessly.
"Uh Summer?" Kayleigh said. "Its about the size of your ankle and its black and blue." Worry in her voice.
"Like I said Kay, whatevs! I'll just get it looked at."
Seth for some reason got transferred out of his advanced English class for his grade dropping to a D. He was put into a regular English class, which happened to be in the same period as Summer. And it was lunch hour. Summer heard the door close and looked up, and saw Cohen walk in. Everything was slow motion from there on out. She felt like she was in the last scene of a sad movie ending with a car crash. Seth looked down at he was so sorry for causing her pain. She looked up at him, and wanted to smile. Instead, she rolled her eyes and looked back down at her paper.
"Well, Seth Cohen just joined our class. Go ahead and sit back there next to Ms. Fletcher." Mrs. Carlson said.
Ms. Fletcher happened to be sitting right in behind Summer, which meant Seth would be sitting right behind her too.
"Why me?" Summer whispered.
"What? Summ. He's way hott. I've thought so since 8th grade!" Cameron Fletcher said.
"Psh, whatevs Cam." Summer was pretty close with Cameron they walked to lunch and ate together everyday.
Cameron looked up at Seth and smiled, and he sparked a conversation with her. Summer about had the urge to turn around and ask him if he enjoyed leading girls on. She wouldn't spill the beans about Cameron thinking Cohen was cute though, she was a better friend and person then that. Summer hated the fact that she knew that Seth was so cute. His perfect smile that almost anyone couldn't resist or say no too. She hated the fact that she still liked him just as much as she did when she asked him to come over and go swimming that long 4 and a half months ago. It was getting close to New Years, and Summer just now realized in her own world, how long she'd held the grudge against Seth. She also realized how long him and Meg had been dating.
"Ms. Roberts? You with us honey?" Mrs. Carlson was the best teacher Summer ever had.
"Yeah, sorry, just adding some stuff to my paper." Summer smiled big.
"Great!"
She looked back at Cameron and asked to borrow her chap stick, and noticed thru her side-ways vision that Seth had a lock-tight gaze on her. Summer just looked at him for a quick second remembering the time in her bedroom., then turned around quickly and felt her heart sink.
"Hey baby!" It was lunch time, and Summer heard Meg come up and give Seth a kiss.
She looked up from her barley touched fruit salad and felt like vomiting. Seeing Seth and Meg there in a lip lock was enough to make her punch someone in the face. She hated how much she still liked him, and she couldn't with anything inside of her teach herself to not, but she could act it. She wouldn't even talk to Seth if he talked to her. She'd just walk away. After Seth and Meg's kiss, he sat there staring at Summer, like he did every day at lunch, because until he got transferred into her class, that was the only time he saw her. Meg had about enough of this.
"Hey, I gotta go do this thing for History, or else I'll fail. Bye sweetie." Meg kissed him goodbye.
Meg went back to her class and had some helpless boy write out a letter to Summer, Meg was done with dealing with Seth's infatuation with her on the side. It was about to be done forever. Meg walked up to Summer's locker, and right before slipping the letter into her locker slits, she thought about how she didn't really like Seth that much anymore. She was just with him because if she wasn't, Summer would be being chased by Seth, and for some reason, that made Meg angry.
"Who freakin' cares?" Meg pushed the letter into Summer's locker.
School was out. Summer went to her locker, excited for her and the girl's slumber party tonight. She found an envelope that smelled really good in her locker. She picked it up, and decided to read it on the way home. In the car, she totally forgot about it until she got into the drive way and dropped it. She picked it up, and opened it, sitting back down in her front seat.
"Hey Summer. I've wanted to talk to you for a while, but I guess you're just done with me. I'm really sick of your bitchy attitude, and I think that you need to get a freakin' handle on that. I just wanted to be nice to you and be friends, but that was only cause of Marissa. I never really liked you. I was just nice to you because for some reason Marissa and Kayleigh were drawn to you. I actually hate you. So just keep acting like you don't care about me, because I don't care about you. I never have, you stupid bitch. I hate you. Just stay out of my life. You never meant anything to me, and I think its funny that you actually thought I did. Dumb slut. Hahahaha. Bye now. Bitch."
SETH COHEN.