Disclaimer : I don't own the OC. Josh, can't you give it to me as a present, please?

Today I'm one year a member of fanfiction! I can't believe it's already a year ago that I was here for the first time. Anyway, as a celebration I'm updating all the stories I'm working on at the moment.

Great to know you people want to read more. Thanks for all the reviews! I hope you like this chapter as well...

The sneakers in her gym bag glimmered like they were brandnew. They actually were already one year old, but she had scarcely wore them. She usually sat on a bench in the gym, watching her class-mates floundering with the gymnastic apparatus.

Summer took an energy drink out of her bag, not because she needed energy nor because it tasted good. It was a habit of boredom, she had to do something when she was sitting in the gym. With the bottle in her hand she slowly left the girls' locker-room.

She walked past the locker-room of the boys when she headed to her gym lesson. She heard some laughter coming out of the room. Because of her curiosity and the prospect of an useless lesson, Summer peeked carefully to see who were laughing in the locker-room. She recognized the three populair boys of her class, one of them was holding a bag in his hands and they were laughing very loudly. She had no idea what was so funny about it, what shouldn't be a surprise, she usually didn't get the humour of these kids. They thought burping was the greatest pick-up line ever. She never would have thought that Seth Cohen, first-class geek, did know what funny was. No one had let her laugh so much as he had last week.

Arriving at the gym, Summer saw Seth right away. He was sitting alone in a corner. She walked over to him. If he hadn't stared at the ground because of anger, he would have noticed that she walked a bit crippled with her left leg. She looked round before she sat down next to him.

"Cohen, this Friday we work together again," Summer ordered.

For a weekend he had been in a complete bliss knowing he was going to spend more afternoons with Summer. He had felt as light as a small feather. A feather which was blown to a great height in the sky because of a strong gust of wind. He should have known it wouldn't take long before a feather was going to fall on the ground again.

The memories of yesterday raised his anger again. He had been an idiot to go to Summer and her friends in the break. She had reacted to him, probably just as she would have done a week ago before they ever had talked to each other. "Do I know you? You probably mean someone else," she said, looking him straight in the eyes. He left them dissapointed, hearing the laughter of Summer and her friends, realizing he truly had no one.

"No. I can't," Seth said to Summer's suggestion they would work together again on Friday. He didn't want to pretend that she hadn't ignored him at school, so she could keep on doing that after their project was done.

Seth's answer surprized her, her class-fellows never contradicted her. But his answer didn't put her out.

"Friday evening then? You can't be busy the whole day."

"I have a meeting of the Sailing Team every Friday evening in the Fishy Bowl."

He wisely left out the information that he started this club and was the only member of it. Not to mentionwhat a disgusting and coldplace the former restaurant was.

"I guess Monday will be okay as well."

"No."

"Tuesday?"

He turned his head to hers. She saw his angry piercing gaze and tried to look the same way at him.

"Don't act stupid. You want this project done as well, right?" she asked.

He narrowed his eyes after hearing her words. He couldn't believe she treated him this way, like nothing had changed, like they hadn't laughed together a few days ago. He was still a nobody, the same old geek as last week. She only wanted to talk to him if no one could see it, because then she could pretend like this never had happened as well.

He managed to surpress his anger that she called his actions stupid, while she had ignored him. He remembered her reaction at him yesterday.

"Sorry, I don't know you. You must be mistaken me with someone else," he said, looking her straight in her face.

It wasn't a lie, he really didn't know who she was. She wasn't the person who he thought she was. He stood up and walked as far away from her as possible. He sat down on the other side of the drill-hall. Summer looked dumbfounded and somehow conscious of guilt at him.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

"But that's private!"

With a lot of complaints and uproar the whole class grabbed their schoolbags and put them down on their tables in front of them. The principal and their biology teacher checked each bag to see whether there was something in it, that didn't belong there.

Some minutes before the principal, an old bald chagrin who always wore ancient clothes and horrible white socks, came into the class-room with the order to inspect everyone's bag. He learned from an anonymous source that the one who had made the offensive lines with a spray can in several places in the school, was someone of this class.

After they had find nothing startling in her bag, Summer zipped up her bag and laid it down on the floor. She was a little bit relieved they didn't find anything, although she knew she had nothing to do with it.

"I don't know how it got there! I didn't do it! I don't even know where you can buy a spray can. I have no idea how you use that thing... " Seth defended himself.

The notorious spray can that lay next to lesson-books and comics in his spiderman bag was drawn out by the principal who was now holding it up. He didn't seem to be impressed by Seth's protest and kept looking at Seth with an accusatory gaze.

Summer looked surprized behind her to the curley boy she had been working with. Although she didn't know him very well, she didn't think he was someone who would do such things. His spiderman bag attrected her attention, there was something with that bag, but she couldn't put her finger on it. She kept staring at the bag, suddenly she recognized the bag, to be more precise where she had seen it before. This morning when she walked past the locker-room of the boys, she had seen three boys laughing and now she thought about it, one of them had held this spiderman bag in his hands.

Frightened of what she just had found out Summer looked back to the front. Then she looked at the boys who she had seen in the locker-room, they were chuckling, but no one paid attention to them. Everyone watched the spray can, the principal and Seth who still was rambling he didn't do it.

"You can come with me to my office," the principal said to Seth.

The principal walked to the door and Seth got up from his seat. He was confused how the spray can landed in his bag. He didn't even want to think about how his parents were going to react.

"It wasn't his fault," Summer mumbled.

Seth followed the principal to the door and Summer watched them. She couldn't just let them walk away like that. It felt unfair to say nothing.

"It wasn't his fault," she said again, but this time loud enough that everyone could hear her.

Everyone was now looking at her. The principal, the biology teacher and her class-mates looked surpized, the boys who had been chuckling stopped doing that and then there was Seth who looked confused and amazed. No one ever had stood up for him before.

"And why are you so sure of that, Miss Roberts?" the principal asked.

Summer had not a word to say. She had no proof or whatsoever and telling she saw some boys putting a spray can in Seth's bag was only going to cause more trouble. They could easily deny her story. Her words against a group of boys wouldn't give her the benefit.

When Summer didn't answer, the principal turned his head back to the door. Seth gave her a surprized gaze, feeling a bit less upset now she had supported him. Many thoughts were racing through Summer's mind, there had to be something she could do, right? She couldn't let them punishing him for something he hadn't done. She didn't like to admit it, but she liked Cohen. She liked Cohen a lot.

To the surprise of everyone, including her own, Summer opened her mouth saying:

"Because I did it."