Jalouse
The O.C
A/N from Genevra: Thanks for the reviews so far. You guys seem to be enjoying the story so that's excellent. Sorry if it seems like it's going slow. These next few chapters will be moving things along very quickly. And as for the pairings, well, you'll just have to wait and see. Happy reading! Genevra xxox
A/N from Steffi: Hey you guys! I'm glad you like this story, thanks for all the reviews. And also, a big thanks to my great co worker Gen! This wouldn't be possible without you! Stephanie xoxox
Chapter Six: What's A Newport Party Without Tears?
Sianna gazed around at the party that 'raged' around her and smiled. She looked into her half empty bottle and took a sip. She placed the bottle down and caught Seth's eyes.
"Hey Seco, come here," she called, waving to him. He stumbled over to her, tripping on nearly non-existent things. Sianna hid a laugh. Seth Cohen might be mildly hilarious but he could not hold his alcohol.
"I'm not sure," he slurred. "It might be the alcohol talking but I think you just called me Seco."
"I did," she said with a smile. she patted the couch next to her and he gratefully collapsed onto it. "It's your new nickname."
"And where the hell did you come up with the idea for that?" he asked, peering at her, his face dangerously close.
"SE th CO hen," she explained. "I took the first syllables of your first and last names to create one super duper nickname."
"Kind of like a superhero might have?" he asked, his eyes widening. "Yeah. That would be cool."
"I thought you might like that," she said, casting her eyes over to where Ryan, Summer and Marissa were laughing. Luke walked over to the group and Summer quickly walked off. She spotted Sianna and Seth sprawled on the couch and made a beeline towards them.
"Si, can you tell me where a bathroom is?" she asked, glancing at them scornfully.
"I can probably help you, Summer," Seth said quickly, sitting up. Sianna pushed him back down on the couch.
"Like I'd let you," Summer said, returning to her 'Seth who?' days. "So, Si? Bathroom. I'm waiting."
"Summer, you know where the bathrooms are," Sianna piped up after a moment.
"Yes and they're all being used," she said. "And I need to pee."
"Well, you'll just have to wait then, Summer," Sianna replied.
"Well, I can't wait. Can I use yours?" she smiled, sweetly and hopefully.
"Umm, I think I need to use your bathroom," Seth said, glancing at Sianna. "I don't feel so good."
"Come on, Seco," Sianna said, standing up. "Let's get you to my room. After you throw up, you'll feel a whole lot better."
"But I need to pee," Summer cried. "Wait, did you just call him 'Seco?'"
"Yes, I did," Sianna said, glaring at her.
"It's like Se from Seth and Co from Cohen put together to make a really super duper nickname, isn't it Sianna?" Seth said, somehow managing to stay upright. He looked dizzy and for a second Sianna was scared he was going to throw up
"Unbelievable," Summer spat.
"Can we have this fight afterwards?" Sianna asked, supporting Seth. "I think he needs to lie down."
"Whatever," Summer said. "But we will have this fight. I'm in the mood."
"You should watch her," Seth said, as they walked unsteadily towards Sianna's bedroom.
"I should?" Sianna asked quietly.
"Yeah," Seth answered. "She suffers rage blackouts. Very scary."
"I'll keep that in mind," Sianna said, opening the door to her bedroom. She helped Seth walk towards the bathroom where he immediately fell on the floor.
"I don't feel so good," he said.
"Do you think you're going to throw up?" she asked. He nodded his head at her and she grabbed his head and thrust it towards the toilet where he threw up. She scooted back slightly and tried not to feel nauseous herself as the smell overtook her. As Seth continued to throw up, she pottered around opening the window, getting him a glass of water and finding some chewing gum to freshen his breath.
"I think I'm done now," he called out weakly, just as Sianna was fixing up the pillows on her bed where he would inevitably pass out.
"Feel better?" she asked, coming into the bathroom. She handed him the glass of water and then another which he gulped down gratefully. She then handed him the gum, which he sheepishly chewed. "Haven't drunk that much in awhile, huh?"
"Not really," he admitted. "Haven't really drunk that much ever."
She sunk down onto the floor and pulled his head into her lap. She stoked his hair and sighed.
"I know you feel pretty sick now," she said, her tone comforting. "But you'll feel better in a little while. You're going to have to keep drinking water so you sober up and don't wake up with a hangover."
"The thought of drinking anything makes me ill," he complained as she forced him to drink another glass of water. He lay back down on the cool tiles and closed his eyes.
"I think you should lie down on my bed instead," she suggested, helping him to his feet. She walked with him over to her where he collapsed. "Wait, don't go to sleep yet."
"Why not?" he asked, groggily.
"Because I said so," she said. She walked back into the bathroom and opened the cupboard door and pulled out some aspirin. "Here, take two of these."
"More water?" he complained.
"Hey," she said, using the first firm words with him all evening. "You're the one that drank that much. You're the one that has to deal with the consequences and it's better that you deal with them now then tomorrow."
"Fine," he grumbled, sitting up. She sat on the bed next to him and handed him the glass of water and the two pills. He swallowed them quickly, grimacing with each sip. He continued to sit next to her so she pulled her legs up and tucked them under herself.
"Are all of your parties like this?" she asked him.
"I haven't really been to many," he admitted. "But no, they aren't all like this. they're normally worse."
"I believe it," she admitted with a sigh. She turned to face him and flashed him a smile.
"Thanks," he said to her. "For doing this. it's so cool of you."
"It's ok," she said. "I like you. You're cool. I feel like you're the only one who's really accepted me. Not the only one that's accepted me but you and I have spent the most time together."
"Hang on, back up," he said. "I think I heard you say you like me."
"I believe I said that, yes," she smiled. He leaned closer to her and bought his mouth to hers. She kissed him back until she smelt the alcohol on his breath. She moved away but he moved closer. 'What the hell?' she thought to herself. It was nice to be kissing someone.
"What the hell is going on?" Summer yelled, flinging the door open. "Cohen?"
"Uh, hi, Summer. We we're just… just talking," Seth said, cringing away.
"Yeah. Talking so close your tongues were in each others mouths," she said. She glared at them. "This is what I was talking about, Sianna. First, you try to steal my best friend off me and then when that doesn't work, you try to steal the nickname that I invented for her. And if that isn't enough, you want to steal the after-party thing AND my ex-boyfriend."
"Summer, it's not like that," Sianna tried.
"I don't care anymore," Summer huffed. "I'm getting out of here. Good luck with him. He'll only break your heart."
Sianna and Seth both jumped at the sharp sound of the door being slammed.
"She's really pissed off, isn't she?" Seth said. he threw his arms up in the air, suddenly lucid and sober."
"Yeah, I think she is," Sianna replied. She turned her head to him. "I'm sorry. You're drunk. I shouldn't have kissed you back."
"It's not your fault," he said. "I kissed you. Do you think I should go after her?"
"If you want," she said, noncommittally. "I don't know why you bothered asking. Your going to anyway."
"You're right. I should go," he said, gingerly standing up. He walked over to the door and paused, turning around to look at her. "Sianna, thanks heaps. I'm sorry if I ruined the party for you but thanks for looking after me."
"It's ok, Seth," she smiled back softly. "What would a Newport party be without some tears, huh?"
"Right," he said. "So, I'll see ya?"
"Yeah," she whispered, slightly saddened. "I'll see ya."
He shot her a little boy smile, waved and then walked out of the room. Sianna sighed and pulled one of her pillows towards her. She sat on the bed, cuddling it, until she heard voices outside her door. She put the pillow back down on her bed and walked over to her chest of drawers where she reached in and pulled out a glass bottle of vodka. She searched around her room until she found the cup she had been drinking out of earlier.
"Summer, wait," Seth called out. He still hadn't completely got back his concept of time yet and hadn't realized she could be halfway home by now. He thought he heard voices so he walked down towards the study.
"Summer, I cant believe you two are still fighting this," he heard Anna's voice say. "You two are more meant to be than anyone I know. You're the Kirsten and Sandy of Harbor."
"Maybe we would be if he wasn't sailing away to heaven knows where or if he wasn't kissing wannabe's," Summer replied.
"He loves you, Summer," Anna said softly. "And he's drunk. And besides, if you've broken up, he has every right to kiss anyone he wants."
"But I don't want him to kiss anyone else," Summer admitted. Seth crept closer to the door to hear them better. He wanted to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.
"And I bet he doesn't want too," Anna replied, a tinge of sadness creeping into her voice. "But you haven't really given him much choice. He has to move on."
"But I don't want him too," Summer said, starting to cry. "I love him, Anna, but I just don't know if I can forgive him."
"So, don't," Anna said. "But don't fight fate anymore. It's just going to end up killing both of you."
"She's right," Seth said, opening the door. Summer looked up at him and quickly wiped the tears from her face.
"What are you doing, Cohen?" she asked. "You should go back to your Sia."
"I don't want Sianna," he said, as Anna whacked Summer's arm. She got up and quickly left. "I want you. And I know you cant forgive me just yet but I'd rather be with you hating me than not be with me at all."
"I'd rather be with you too," she said, walking towards him. She pulled his head down to hers and kissed him once and then pulled away. "But I swear, if she ever makes a pass at you, I will bring her down."
Sianna poured the vodka into her cup and took a sip. She looked up as the doorknob turned she heard Marissa's voice saying goodbye to Luke before she entered completely.
"Sianna," Marissa said, looking over at the girl. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were in here."
"It's ok," Sianna said, holding up the bottle of vodka and motioning towards Marissa's half-empty cup. "You want?"
"Yes, please," Marissa readily agreed walking over to Sianna. "I just wanted to see what you'd done to the room. Hope you don't mind."
"Not at all," she said. "But I have something to tell you. I might have caused a bit of trouble for you."
"What happened?" Marissa asked, settling onto the bed. She laughed as Sianna explained the whole Seth/Summer situation. "Summer is a very jealous person. She'll get over it. And it might actually be good for her."
"How?" Sianna asked. "I don't think that harboring that much negative energy can be good. And she might want to hurt me."
"I doubt that," Marissa laughed. "She's all talked. And it might be good because it might make her realize that she still loves Seth and that they're the kind of couple who are always a couple."
"I guess," Sianna agreed.
"Hey, you ok?" Marissa asked, touching her lightly on the shoulder. "You seemed kind of upset when I said that. You don't like Seth, do you?"
"No," Sianna said a little too quickly. "I mean, I like him as a friend but that's it. I was, I was just thinking."
"I see," Marissa asked, raising an eyebrow and not bothering to hide the amusement in her voice. "You know, Ryan and I aren't one of those couples. We're just friends."
"Are you sure? It didn't stop you from kissing before," Sianna grumbled. She stopped and looked up at Marissa. "I mean, that's good that you know that."
"Uh-uh. Sure," Marissa said, flashing her a knowing smile. "That's what you meant."
"It is," Sianna proclaimed. "I think."
"That kiss before, it was just tradition," Marissa explained. "And he likes you, you know. But he doesn't think you like him."
"That's crazy," Sianna said.
"Oh, so you do like him?"
"Yeah, I guess," Sianna said, smiling sheepishly. "I don't know what to do but. Everything I try just gets screwed up. I can't even get him to drive to school with me."
"Why don't you take him skydiving," Marissa suggested, her eyes brightening. She looked at the picture of Sianna skydiving in France and then walked over to Sianna's desk and picked up the two tickets her parents had left there. "You seem like you're a fan."
"He told me he was scared of heights," Sianna said. "And yes, I do like skydiving."
"He is," Marissa agreed. "So, you have to dare him to do it."
"And how will I do that?"
"Let's play truth or dare," Marissa suggested.
"Ok," Sianna agreed. "When? Now?"
"Sure, why not? We have people here," she answered, running to the door and opening it. she leant out and yelled. "Who wants to play Truth or Dare?"
Anna, Luke and Ryan entered the room slowly, not quite convinced it was how they wanted to spend the rest of the evening. A few other people entered as well but most people stayed out in the hallway or the lounge room and partied. Seth and Summer were nowhere to be seen.
"Has anyone seen Seth?" Ryan asked.
"Yeah. He and Summer are in the study," Anna said. she quickly looked at everyone. "I mean Sianna's study."
"Obviously," Marissa replied.
"I think their making up," Anna said. "I had a little talk to Summer."
"That's good," Sianna said in relief. She met Ryan's eyes and smiled. He smiled back. "Since it's my house, I want to go first."
"Sure," Marissa said, quickly. Everyone else nodded or shrugged.
"I pick Ryan," Sianna said, raising an eyebrow. "Truth or Dare?"
"Uh, dare?" he said, looking at her uncertainly. She and Marissa exchanged a glance.
"I dare you to come skydiving with me," she said. he swallowed nervously and looked around the room. Everyone laughed, knowing how scared he was of heights. "My parents bought me two tickets and I want you to use the other one."
"I can't," he stuttered. "I'm deathly afraid of heights."
"Well, I dared you in front of all these people," she said. "You have to it now."
"Oh, crap."