Prologue: Angry Angel

"You refuse to bend, so I break"

'Summer, we have to –'

'Cohen, please, stop talking,' Summer begged. 'You're totally ruining it.'

'I apologize – ' Seth started but Summer shushed him by placing her finger on his lips.

'What did I just say?' she asked, looking at him as if he was a five year old child not understanding that one plus one equals two.

Seth tried to act angry at her but it was pointless. Her face was inches away from his and he couldn't shift his eyes from hers. He found himself falling into her deep brown eyes. He hated them. He loved them, they were so beautiful. But he hated the power they had over him. Once he looked into them he lost all self control. All his anger melted away when he looked into them.

He had gone over to Summer's with the intention of yelling at her for kissing some water polo guy on the cheek. He felt it was out of order, seeing as he, Seth, was her boyfriend and not the looser water polo guy. His usual curiosity had vanished. He did not want to know why she had done it. He was just plain angry at her for kissing another guy.

When he presented his argument to her, she had waved her hand at him, claiming, 'It was just on the cheek! God, Cohen, you're so possessive.'

She had then continued to pulling him down onto her bed and kissing him. As usual, Seth was helpless to stop her. He always thought this time he'd be strong enough to stop her but Summer always surprised him. Despite what her appearance said, Summer was pretty strong.

Eventually, Seth had given in to kissing her. As much as he enjoyed their regular make out sessions, it was getting very tiring. Especially when he wanted to talk. His anger had subsided. He was just restless.

'Summer,' Seth protested meekly. 'Can we – '

'Cohen!' Summer shrieked. 'Why don't you listen to me? Why can't you just be quiet?'

Summer sighed heavily. She rolled off Seth and sat on the bed with her arms crossed, pouting. Every three seconds she would glance at Seth, waiting for him to ask what was wrong and comfort her. Truthfully, there was nothing wrong. But she liked to feel loved and cared for and being asked would be sufficient.

She knew Seth well enough to know he would ask, so she sat there for several minutes, watching Seth. He was lying beside her, gazing absentmindedly at the roof. When Seth didn't say anything, Summer hit him on the arm.

'Seth!' she moaned. 'Why are you being so difficult?'

'Summer,' he said patiently. He sat up and looked at her, though avoiding her eyes. 'I wanted to talk, you wanted to make out, so I agreed. Now I want to talk.'

'So talk,' she said, sounding frustrated. 'Why do you think I stopped? You were the one who was silent for the past five minutes.'

'I tried to talk to you already, Summer.'

'Well, try again!' Summer yelled. She closed her mouth suddenly, taken aback by the loudness of her voice. Taken aback by her words, that really made no sense aloud but anger shadowed them.

'You know what? Fine. FINE, Summer.'

Seth jumped off her bed and stomped over to the door. If Summer weren't so angry, she would have giggled. He was acting like a five year old, which is what she had been treating him like only minutes before. But she was angry. She even flung a pillow at him. It bounced off his back just before he closed the door. He didn't give any acknowledgement of the pillow thrown at him. He just walked right out the door, slamming it afterwards.

Summer smirked. She knew Seth would call her within five minutes to apologize. She picked up her cell phone from her bedside table and stared at it, waiting for it to vibrate.

After an hour of sitting on her bed, cursing Seth every few minutes and sighing deeply, Summer threw her phone across the room in frustration. It hit the back of the door Seth had slammed and shattered before falling to the floor.

'Ew,' she moaned. 'I'll just buy a new one.'

Summer only wished it had been Seth she had shattered and not her phone.