Disclaimer: I don't own the OC, but I do own the principal... unless someone else wants him... Anyone? Please?
I noticed today I mixed up the days. It had to be Wednesday and not Tuesday again - sorry about that, but it was late when I wrote it - so I fixed it now.
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"So you're saying you sprayed those lines in school and then you put the spray can in the bag of Mr Cohen?" The principal, Mr Wilson, asked.
They were no longer in the class-room. After Summer's assertion Mr Wilson ordered Summer and Seth to both come along with him to his office. They followed him obediently, while their class-mates looked very interested at them. Now the three of them were sitting in the principal's office. Mr Wilson sat behind his wooden desk, that looked messy. Different maps and reports were lying strayed in front of him.
The principal sat in a higher chair than Summer and Seth, so that he looked down at them
and seemed even more impressive than before. Seth wobbled uncomfortably in his chair, while Summer sat up and looked right in the eyes of Mr Wilson.
"Yes," Summer replied calmly.
"And then you immediately confessed, because...?"
"I felt guilty."
Mr Wilson looked hard at Summer, not really believing her story, but Summer didn't twitch an eyelid. Then he looked at Seth who avoided his gaze.
"Why did you put the spray can in his bag?" Mr Wilson decided to ask Summer.
"Because I don't like him."
"So Mr Cohen had nothing to do with it?"
"Totally nothing."
Mr Wilson got up from his seat and began to walk. He tried his best to find a way to get the real story out of Summer, but she seemed resoluted to stick to her story. He couldn't force her to tell him the things he wanted to know.
"You know what you admitted now? You said that you're the one who sprayed those disgustings words and then tried to blame someone else for it. That's not nothing. If you're protecting someone..."
"I'm not protecting anyone," Summer cut him off.
Mr Wilson sighed and sat back in his chair.
"Seems like you're off the hook, Mr Cohen. You can go, while I'll tell Miss Roberts her punishment," Mr Wilson said to Seth, who for the first time looked up right in the eyes of the principal.
Seth was still amazed Summer stood up for him and he felt very nervous sitting here in the principal's room. He slowly got up from his uncomfortable chair. He grabbed his bag, while he saw his hands were trembling a bit. When he reached the door and he actually desperated wanted to get out of here, he looked back to Summer and the principal. He decided to walk back, because it didn't feel right to let Summer be punished.
Summer shook her head and rolled her eyes, while Mr Wilson was surprized, when Seth said:
"Actually I did do it, alone."
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"That was really...That was the nicest thing someone ever has done for me. That was so cool!"
Summer and Seth got detention for two and a half weeks and they were just done with the first time. He walked her home and hadn't stopped rambling since. Summer looked dissapointed at her nails. One of her nails was torn when they had to scrub the offensive words of the school walls.
"You were totally awesome! You were like wonder woman, no even better than that, you were..."
"Please, stop talking. I don't need any thank-you's! I must have lost my mind somehow when I did that," Summer cut him off, while she actually thought his rambling was kind of sweet.
Seth shut his mouth because of her comment and they walked on together without saying anything.
"You're such an idiot, saying you did it alone as well. Now we both got detention..." Summer grumbled after a while.
On the one hand she was really mad at him, it seemed her false confession had been for nothing and she was in trouble now as well. On the other hand she thought it was awesome of him not to leave her alone.
"How did you even know for sure I didn't do it?" Summer asked.
"You don't do such things, you're nice."
Summer looked a bit astonished at Seth. He hardly knew her, a week ago they hadn't even talked with each other and now he already concluded she was nice. She? Nice?
He was right she didn't do such things. She wouldn't rat on someone to have some fun. Maybe she could do that to someone who she hated, but never to someone like him.
The last few days after she had worked together with Seth, she paid attention to Seth to see who his friends were, but he was usually alone when she saw him at school. She wondered why nobody spoke to him, however she had to admit she probably never would have talked to him if it wasn't because of their history project.
Monday she saw a couple of the boys from her class yelling at Seth, but she just stood there. She watched and didn't do anything. It even got worse, he came to her in the lunch break and she ignored him, because her friends would never like him. He looked so sad when she pretended she didn't know him. And he was the one who thought she was nice, even before today.
Today was different. This time she was there for him. Saying she was the one with the spray can was not something she had expected to do, but she didn't regret it. Maybe it was nice of her, but after all those years of no one paying attention to him, it probably was something he deserved.
Summer saw the wound on his hand and realized it probably wasn't caused by his own clumsiness.
"You know, you should stood up for yourself for once."
Seth looked surprized at Summer, but immediately understood what she was talking about when he saw her gaze to his hand.
"Do you really think that's going to help anything? They're a group, Summer. I'm never going to have a chance against them."
"It's just...You should let them know you stand no nonsense or you should get help of someone... you should tell someone... I... I don't know... Never mind."
Who was she to tell him such things? She let herself get beaten all the time and she never had searched for help as well. She was in a similar position like him and she acted just like him. She was exactly the same as he was.
They arrived at Summer's house. Seth walked her to the door and Summer smiled to him.
"I'll see you tomorrow then," she said, while the door behind her opened.
"Why are you so late and who's that?" her father asked.
Summer turned round and looked frightened at her father who had more attention for the boy than to his own daughter. Seth swallowed a moment before he began to ramble.
"I'm Seth and it's kind of my fault she's late. She got detention, but don't blame her, because she didn't do anything, she just..."
"You got detention?" Summer's father brought his attention to his daughter and Seth regretted he told about her detention. He didn't want to bring Summer in more trouble.
"But it wasn't her fault! She was just very noble and..." Seth said, before Summer could answer the question.
"Cohen, could you please go!" Summer cut him off, realizing there was a tone of desperation in her voice.
Seth stopped talking and looked from Summer's father to Summer. Summer's father still had an angry facial expression and Summer looked very sad.
"Okay, okay, I'll get the hint, I'll be on my way home... Till tomorrow," Seth rambled, while he put his hands up as an apoligizing gesture.
He saw Summer down-hearted walking into her house, closely followed by her father who slammed the door. As he walked to the street, he heard some omnious noises coming out of the house. He looked back, feeling something wasn't right, before he walked to his own house.
Wednesday"I've never seen my parents so mad! Especially my dad, he looks very scary then with all those eyebrows he has."
It was their second detention and they were still busy with the same lines as yesterday. Summer got up to go to another wall.
"Hey, you missed a spot," Seth said and took hold of her arm.
"Ouch!" Summer yelled.
"What? What? What?" Seth let go of her arm, jumped up and looked to Summer wondering why she screamed.
Summer rubbed her arm, while she had a look of pain on her face.
"Did I hurt you?" Seth asked not believing he actually could hurt anyone with his strenght, especially now he only held her arm very softly.
When he saw the big bruise on her arm, he realized it wasn't caused by his touch. He remembered what happened yesterday.
"It's all my fault if I hadn't mentioned to your father you got detention..."
"Shut up, Cohen. Don't blame yourself, okay? He would have found out anyway, Mr Wilson called our parents yesterday's evening. Besides he would have hit me anyway, he'll always hits me when he's drunk no matter what I've done," Summer blurted out.
She already felt like crap and got annoyed by Seth's reaction at her bruise. She couldn't stand Seth blaming hisself for what her father had done.
Now he knew. Summer waited a bit scared for what he was going to do. Seth looked shocked at Summer and hoped he heard it all wrong, but seeing Summer's gaze, he knew he heard it correctly. He felt anger her father hurted her and he desperately wanted to do something to her father so he could feel just as lousy as Summer was now. Somehow he controlled his anger and remained cool, thinking what the best was for Summer.
"You should report him to the police," he decided to say.
"I can't."
Summer turned her head away from his and sat on a bench on the play-ground nearby. Seth followed her quickly.
"You don't understand. He's my father and my mother, she...she..." Summer stammered, while she searched for a fitting word.
Seth was still very surprized of what she had told him. He never would have thought she had real problems. He always pictured her having the perfect life with all her perfect friends and perfect parents, but her life was far from perfect.
"She would be crushed by him. If I do anything like that..."
"So, there's nothing we can do?" Seth asked, trying to think of a great solution with which all her problems would be solved, but he couldn't think of anything.
"I don't think so... I'm scared, Cohen."
She began to cry and Seth immediately sat next to her. Before he could put an arm around her, she already buried her face in his chest. He held her tight and slowly stroked her hair with his other hand.
He wanted to tell her everything was going to be all right, that was what superhero's always did when they were going to save someone. Even more than ever before he wished he had superpowers. But he hadn't those and he had no idea how on earth he could help her. He could only comfort and love her, but he didn't know if that was going to be enough.
After a while Summer looked up into his eyes. She wiped her eyes and smiled to Seth. She didn't know why, but she trusted him. Maybe it was because she knew his secret as well. They knew each other's best kept secret and it was safe by the other.
They both knew what was going to happen next. Her face was getting real close to his. They were drawn to each other like magnets, if one of them even wanted to stop now, they couldn't. The touch of their lips made them both tingle.
"Wow!" Seth said, when their kiss ended.
His look of admiration at her caused her embarrassment which confused her a lot. It usually took a lot before something put her out of countenance and now after just single kiss from his lips she felt incredibly vulnerable, but in a good way.
"I should go home," Summer said, while she looked at her watch and saw their time of detention for today was over. She took her bag and got up from the bench.
She left him with a smile on her face, knowing she was much more than a wonder woman to him.
A/N: I hope this chapter wasn't too boring. Anyway in the next chapter you'll find out about the italics of the first chapter.