Jalouse
The O.C
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Chapter Three: Uncertainty
Marissa and Ryan watched as Sianna got out of the car and stared at the lush surrounds of their expensive private school. They watched as she leant over and said something to Seth who shrugged and replied.
"Oh, boy," Marissa muttered under her breath as a blonde-haired girl with a short white skirt and pink boob tube walked towards her car. "We should go over there."
"Yep," Ryan agreed, swinging his bag over his shoulder and striding over. He went straight to Sianna's side and stared at the blonde who had yet to notice Sianna standing there.
"How are you feeling?" Marissa asked, as she joined them.
"Like I'm a fly on the wall," Sianna answered. "And I thought a black Porsche Cayenne wouldn't stand out in this place."
"Everything new stands out in this place," Seth answered. "Especially someone as pretty and exotic as you."
"Why do I feel like I'm not going to fit in here?" she asked.
"Oh, no-one does," Marissa answered. She flashed a smile at Sianna and groaned as the blonde she had desperately avoiding spotted them. She put on a brave face and continued. "Newport is the most dysfunctional place in the Universe. I think I left something in my car."
"Uh, Marissa?" Ryan asked urgently. She glanced at him and jerked her head slightly backwards, a small signal that evil was close. She quickly swished off, her tie-dyed skirt swishing around her.
"She wears the most beautiful clothes," Sianna sighed, taking in Marissa's skirt, white tank top and gold capelet. "And she's only going to school."
"That's Marissa Cooper for you," Seth replied. "Hey, Sianna. Where's your first class?"
She checked the class schedule that had been sent to her.
"Umm, it's in C-Block. Room 124," she said, a little unsurely. She felt a hand tap her shoulder and she turned around as Seth exclaimed that it was the biggest coincidence that his first class was also in Room 124. Sianna rose an eyebrow as she took in the sight that befell her. Tall, skinny, blonde, blue-eyed clothed in pink and white.
"Hi, I'm Holly," the girl giggled, twirling a lock of hair around her finger.
"Sianna," Sianna replied. She spotted the look on Marissa's face who had just re-joined them and smiled, instinctively knowing that these two were mortal enemies. "You know, I have a convertible at home. A pink one juts like Barbie. Maybe we can become best friends and one day, you could come over and we could like, paint our toenails with pink glitter and then take for a ride to the beach and check out some cute guys. What do you think, Barbie?"
"Umm," Holly stuttered, looking at Sianna. "I think that you're stereotyping me."
"Wow. That was a big word," Sianna smiled. "How long did it take you to learn that one."
"You know, everyone's going to hear about this," Holly said, seething. "This is going to be social suicide."
"I doubt it, Hols," Marissa drawled back, raising a lazy eyebrow. "She's with me. And your social reputation's pretty much shot at the moment, anyway."
"You used to be cool, Marissa," Holly spat, walking away.
Sianna turned to Marissa who was trying not to laugh. Seth and Ryan were standing with amazed looks on their faces.
"How did you like that?" she asked.
"I think you're going to be completely fine fitting in," Marissa said, throwing her hair over her shoulder. "Come on, Ryan. Homeroom calls."
"See you at lunch?" he asked Sianna before he followed Marissa to their first class.
"Sure," she replied, non-committaly. "I'll be the one sitting with no-one."
"Oh ye of little faith," Seth said in his stock dramatic tone. "I'll be there."
"Fab," she said, reaching into the car and pulling out her black Chanel bag. "Let's go."
They walked towards the classroom with Sianna's long, blonde ponytail swinging behind her.
"Oh, boy," Seth whistled. "That's her."
"That's who?" Sianna asked, pushing her sunglasses up on her head. She spotted a tiny brunette girl walking quickly in the same direction as them.
"Summer Roberts," Seth answered in a low voice. "I haven't seen her since I've got back."
"She the girlfriend?" Sianna asked loudly, entering the classroom. Summer had taken a seat in the front row and looked up as Seth entered behind Sianna.
"Ex," she said, emphatically. "We are so over."
"Summer, it's so nice to see you," Seth intoned. He glanced at her unsurely.
"Cohen," she nodded. "I wish I could say the same about you."
"Charming," Seth replied. He prodded Sianna towards a seat as Summer appraised her coolly.
"Is this your new floozy? Are you going to break-up with her through a note and then sail away too?" she asked bitterly.
"Trust me. If he were going out with me, I'd break his neck before he could dump me," Sianna replied, taking a seat. "And I don't appreciate being called a floozy."
"This is Sianna," Seth explained. "She just moved into the Cooper's old place."
"Oh," Summer said, her face falling. "You live in Coop's old place?"
"Coop?" Sianna smiled. "Oh, that's cute."
"She just moved here from Paris," Seth explained. "That's in France."
"I know where Paris is," Summer rolled her eyes. She looked at Sianna. "Don't tell Marissa where you live. She might get upset."
"She already knows," Seth answered for Sianna. "And she's fine with it. Unlike some people I know."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Oh, I don't know. Just that some people hold grudges for longer than they should," Seth replied. "And I am sorry about that, by the way."
"You are not," Summer started. She stood up but stopped in her tracks when their teacher entered.
"Please take a seat, Miss Roberts," he said in a curt voice.
Sianna's day passed quickly and suddenly, she found it was the second last class before home. Of course, she just happened to be with Seth again. They sat together and laughed over a story he was telling until the History teacher, Mr. Andrews walked in. He checked the single white piece of paper that sat atop his stack of red, black and green folders. "I hope everyone's weekends were good."
"Of course. We weren't here," someone answered smartly, eliciting a glare from Mr. Andrews.
"Glad to hear it," he replied dryly. "We have a new student in our class. Her name is Sienna Wattson and she just moved here from Paris."
"It's Sianna," she gently corrected him. "It's like See and then Anna. Sienna is a colour."
"My apologies, Miss Wattson," Mr. Andrews shot-back. "I'd hate to say anything else wrong. Maybe you'd like to come up here and tell us a little about yourself."
Sianna stood up and rolled her eyes. She straightened out her denim skirt and red three-quarter sleeved sweater before walking to the front of the class.
"My name's Sianna Wattson. I'm seventeen. I was born in California but this is the first time I've ever lived here. My father has a job in the Government and it means that he and my mum travel a lot. We move around a lot too. I've lived all around America and Europe but I spent the longest in Paris. We were there for nearly ten years. I've only been back for two weeks but it seems pretty cool so far," she said. she looked up at her teacher and flashed him a smile. "Anything else?"
"Maybe you could tell us what you like," he offered.
"With all due respect, sir, but I highly doubt that anyone else in this room knows what everyone else likes," she replied. He rose an eyebrow at her and she rolled her eyes. "I like fashion, music, partying. The normal stuff. My favourite subjects at school are lunch and boys. Better? Can I sit down now?"
"Yes, you may sit down," Mr. Andrews agreed. He looked around at the class who were either staring at her in shock or laughing. "I do find that interesting though, Sianna. It says here on your transcript that you scored quite highly in History and Greek Mythology."
"I like you," Sianna said to the teacher. "Your quick on your feet."
"As are you," he smiled back. they had achieved an understanding. She could be a smartass and he would let her get away with it as long as she understood that he was always a step ahead. The bell rang and student quickly packed up their things and moved towards the door. "Have a good day at school, kids. See you tomorrow morning."
Sianna and Seth stayed in their seats for a while after class had ended.
"How do you do that?" Seth asked in amazement.
"Do what?" Sianna asked nonchalantly. She pulled out her class schedule and then her lip-gloss which she applied expertly.
"That," he exclaimed. "Get up and not only manage not to make a fool of yourself but show everyone how completely cool you are. You're the ultimate comeback queen."
"I'm not cool. I just don't like being put on the spot," she replied. "I have Chem. next."
"Ryan's in that class," Seth answered automatically. "I have Bio with Summer. The rooms are right near each other. I'll walk you there."
"Thanks, babe," she replied as they walked out of the room.
"Don't call me babe," Seth sighed.
"The more you ask me to stop, the more I'll keep doing it," she told him.
"Snap!" Seth cried.
"Snap?" she asked, a laugh in her voice.
"Don't you know anything?" he asked. "You are so European."
"Am not," she shot-back.
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Are too. Are too. Are too," Seth fired off in rapid succession. He spotted Summer and stopped automatically. "Hello, Summer."
"Ugh, please don't talk to me," she snarled. "Especially after having an 'am not, are too' fight."
"What's wrong with that?" Seth asked, as they walked into the classroom.
"It's immature, Cohen."
"That's ok, Seth," Sianna rolled her eyes. "Just leave me standing here."
"Get used to it. that's what he does," Summer said.
"Thanks. Because she needs to know all the negative things about me," Seth said.
"There's positive things?"
"Yes," Seth shot-back. "Aren't you the one that said I was the funniest person alive? Anyway, Ryan will be here soon."
"Great," Sianna smiled. She walked tentatively into the room and automatically spotted Ryan who was pulling himself into a seat.
"Hey," Ryan smiled as Sianna walked over to him. "How's your day been?"
"Ok, I suppose," Sianna replied, putting her bag down on the table next to him. "Is this seat taken?"
"No. Of course not," Ryan said. he patted the seat next to him. she sat down gratefully. "So, how has your day been really? Any teachers make you get up and tell your story."
"Just one," she answered. "Mr. Andrews in History."
"I swear he grades you on it," Ryan answered. "I had him for Homeroom once. Not pleasant. How did you go?"
"Ok, I guess," she smiled, her eyes lighting up.
"She was great," someone butted in. "She got up and completely flustered everyone."
"Doesn't surprise me," Ryan answered as the person told Ryan what had happened. "She's pretty quick on her feet."
"Thanks, I think," Sianna answered, turning slightly red. She pointed towards the textbook. "Are you any good at this?"
"Chemistry?" he asked. "Nah. Not really. Not the textbook kind, anyway."
She laughed shyly and looked away. Sianna was rarely self-conscious and when she was, she hated it. But for some reason, she liked the way Ryan made her feel. They talked for a while as they bumbled through the exercises the teacher had set for them. The bell rang and Sianna and Ryan looked up at each other in surprise.
"Well, that went quickly," Sianna smiled.
"Yeah, it did," Ryan replied. He gathered his stuff and stood behind his chair until Sianna had gathered hers. They walked out of the room together and towards the car park, their arms banging against each other's occasionally. Ryan felt a spark every time they touched and he liked the warmth skin against skin created. He spotted Summer and Marissa who were standing near Marissa's car, laughing and talking. Marissa looked up at him and smiled when she saw them walking together. Ryan stopped Sianna and bent his head to her. "I think you should go shopping with Summer and Marissa."
"I don't know," she said. she had expressed disinterest during Chemistry. "I don't think Summer likes me."
"But I know Marissa does," Ryan replied. "And face it, having friends is never a bad thing."
"I suppose," Sianna shrugged. "Walk over with me?"
"Yeah, sure," he said. they walked over to Marissa's car together.
"I was wondering where you two were," Marissa winked.
She fished her sunglasses out of her bag and looked at Marissa who didn't have any on. "How do you live without sunglasses?"
"I don't know. I just do," she answered.
"I think she's slightly crazy," Summer answered.
Marissa rolled her eyes.
"If it makes you happy, I'll buy some today," she said, rolling her eyes. She turned to Sianna. "You ready?"
"Sure," Sianna answered. "Should I take my car and follow you?"
"Wait," Summer exclaimed, holding up a finger. "She's coming too?"
"Sure. Why not?" Marissa asked, throwing Summer a weird glance.
"This was supposed to be our time," Summer replied. "Not us and the new girls time."
"It's ok. I think I'll just go home," Sianna answered. "You coming, Ryan?"
"Sia, wait," Ryan called out as Sianna stalked off. 'Sia?' Marissa mouthed, glancing at him. He glared at her and walked over to Sianna. He lowered his voice. "Ignore Summer. Just go. I really think you should."
"Why?"
"Summer's a nice person. She just takes some getting used to and you're not going to get used to her if you don't spend time with her," he explained matter-of-factly. "And believe me, if you're going to be my friend, you're going to have to deal with her a lot."
"Fine," Sianna sighed. She smiled at him. "I like the sound of that."
"Of what?" Ryan asked, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Being 'my' friend," she replied, taking a chance. Ryan's face was expressionless except for the little smile. Marissa walked over to them and looked at Sianna apologetically.
"I'm sorry about that," she said.
"It's ok. I understand. It cant be easy for her having me come in and go out with you so quickly."
"She'll get over it," Marissa said. "Are you coming?"
Sianna looked at Ryan one more time who nodded.
"Sure," she answered.
"Good," Marissa smiled. She stepped over to Ryan and kissed his cheek. "See ya."
"See ya," he replied. He waved at Sianna who was standing unsurely a few feet away and then at Summer who was sitting in the front seat of Marissa's car pouting.
Sianna felt her heart drop as she watched Ryan walk away but she put on a smile and followed Marissa towards her car. She couldn't tell with those two, whether they were a couple or not and it was driving her crazy. She hopped into the car and listened to the music Marissa had playing.
"Is this Roonie?" she asked, a smile growing on her face.
"Yeah. You know them?" Marissa asked, speeding out of the car park.
"Of course. My parents bought me one of their C.D's back once and I fell in love with them," she answered, settling in. she began singing along with the song. Marissa joined her and she caught her eye in the rearview mirror. She smiled and relaxed, putting Ryan out of her mind. Everything was going to be ok. She was going to have a good time today and she was going to make a new friend.