(A.N) Hey! Chapter 10 for you all to enjoy. You'regoing tomeet my villian in this one (evil laugh). I made him English beacuse, well im English and i like the idea of a brit character. Anyways please read and review as normal. Oh and if you have any suggestions about stuff i could add or take out then please tell me.

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The Encounter

Seth's head was pounding.

'How much did I drink last night?' he thought rubbing his head. He tried to get up but couldn't.

Closing his eyes, he thought of the last couple of days. He'd pretty much won nothing and drank more than he had in a normal 3 months.

Even though they'd all been having an unbelievable time, Seth missed Summer so much.

He missed waking up next to her, her deep brown hair tucked neatly behind one ear. How she always smelt good.

Sighing, Seth rolled over slowly to look at the time. 2pm. Ugh, it was still early. How Ryan managed to get up before midday, he would never know.

Deciding to get up, Seth eased his sore head up slowly and blinked at the light streaming through the windows before setting off to get a shower.

"Wow, Coop your hair looks so good!" Marissa had just returned from the salon, looking incredible.

She smiled and twisted a lock of her blonde hair around her finger. Summer decided that she'd pay a visit there tomorrow.

"So where are we headed tonight?" Summer asked, zipping up her dark brown knee boots.

"Oh I don't know, Hailey said that she would pick today," Marissa replied smoothing her skirt.

There was a knock at the door, Marissa leapt up to answer it.

Caitlyn was stood outside, Mia hovering behind her. She was seventeen now but Julie wasn't letting her touch a drop of alcohol, well at least while she was around.

Caitlyn had been lucky enough to have the same good looks and flawless skin as Marissa as well as the ability to pound neat vodka.

"Hey, wow Riss your hair looks great! Are you nearly ready the limo's gonna be here soon?"

Marissa looked back at Summer who had just thrown her handbag across the room in looking for her lipstick.

"You go down, I'll be there soon," Summer called, entering the bathroom.

"Are you sure?" Marissa asked.

"Yeah, go ahead." Caitlyn and Marissa left, leaving Summer to hurry around the room gathering various items to go in her handbag.

As she moved her pink bathrobe off of her bed, a glimmer of silver caught her eye.

"Found you!" She held up her lipstick triumphantly before hurrying out and down to the foyer.

Summer ran out of the elevator, her eyes scanning the foyer for her friends.

She thought she'd spotted them so she ran over, grabbing the tall blonde from behind, thinking it was Marissa.

"Hey are you guys ready?" Summer cried eagerly. She stared up in horror as a very tall, very blonde and very not Marissa turned and glared at her.

"Who are you?" The blonde asked in a disgusted voice. Summer's eyes widened and she glared.

"who do you think you are skank?" Summer spat.

"Hey at least I'm not wearing slutty off casts from Goodwill, ew," the blonde laughed, pointing at Summer's very expensiveChanel dress. Summer's mouth fell open.

"You little whor…" she started.

"Is there a problem ma'am?" The concierge stepped in front of Summer, his teeth sparkling as he flashed a cheesy smile.

Summer smiled sarcastically before stepping aside, gesturing for the concierge to come forward.

"Have you seen a small group of ladies, one very pushy with red hair, leave in a limo?" Summer asked.

"Oh yes, only a few minutes ago," the concierge replied. Summer cursed under her breath.

The man raised his eyebrows as Summer walked away. She couldn't believe that they'd left without her!

Sighing she decided to go to the bar. She could do with a Martini, stat.

"Can I have a large Martini please?" Summer placed her Chloe clutch on the shiny bar countertop as a large glass was placed in front of her.

"Thanks," she muttered, taking a huge gulp.

"Rough night?" A deep English accent floated across from Summer's right. She turned and saw a tall man, sat at the bar.

He had classic good looks, dark tousled hair, deep blue eyes and a large diamond in one ear. His clothes looked very worn though, a creased beige shirt was hanging over a pair of dark brown trousers which were slightly ripped at the bottom.

A battered travel bag laid beside his feet. Summer smiled.

"Yeah, I guess."

"I know the feeling," he downed his drink, asking the bartender for another. Holding out a hand, he introduced himself.

"Hi, I'm Bailey. Bailey Milligan." Summer shook his hand.

"Summer Roberts."

"So what happened Summer?" Bailey asked, sipping the fresh Bacardi and coke.

"Oh, my friends left without me," she sighed. He nodded knowingly.

"Oh, sorry."

"It's okay, so are you having a bad night?" He shrugged.

"Well, I'm kind of having a bad month, I'm not originally from here you see, obviously from my accent. I'm an entrepreneur. Came over here about six months ago, was doing great but in the last month, well, I went bust. My company's gone and so is my money." He sighed and took a huge gulp of his drink.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." Summer smiled kindly. Bailey laughed.

"Hey, don't worry about it. I get by. I'm thinking of moving anyway. I was thinking near the beach."

"I live near the beach," Summer said, "Newport in Orange County." Bailey raised his eyebrows.

"Hey that's so weird, I was thinking of moving there!" Summer laughed.

"Hey that's great, it's a beautiful place. I mean, my boyfriend and me lived in New York for a while but we missed it in Newport. We grew up there. It's home, y'know." Bailey's eye's widened when she said boyfriend.

Suddenly, Summer's clutch started to vibrate.

"Oh, sorry, let me just take this." She took out her cell, flipping the lid.

"Hey, Cohen," Summer said, walking over to a quiet corner.

"Hey, Sum. How are you?" Seth said.

"Great. They just left without me, so I'm sat all alone at the bar," she whined.

"You're alone? Are you okay? How could they leave without you?" Seth sounded concerned.

"Oh Seth, stop worrying, I'm fine!" She contemplated telling him about her new friend, but decided she wouldn't.

"Look, I'm fine, I'm just gonna have another drink and then go to bed," Summer continued.

"Okay, just be careful. I miss you." Summer grinned.

"Aww, I miss you too, now you be careful Cohen. And stay away from girls!" she laughed.

"Hey I learnt my lesson before, I love you.

"Love you too, bye."

"Bye." Summer closed the lid and went to sit back down.

"Boyfriend?" Bailey asked. Summer raised her eyebrows.

"Sorry, couldn't help but overhear," he apologised.

"Yeah." She finished her Martini and before she knew it, another was placed in front of her.

Marissa ran through the foyer, heading for the bar. She knew that Summer would be there.

The least she could do is buy her a drink. It'd be a hell of a lot easier to apologise if she was drunk.

Hovering by the door, scanning the room, Marissa spotted Summer at the bar, laughing loudly with a guy.

"Summer! Oh my god I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" Marissa hugged her friend warmly.

"Oh don't' worry Coop. I'm fine!" Summer giggled.

"This is Bailey, he's been keeping me company," she gestured towards the guy on her right.

Bailey extended an arm. Marissa shook it hurriedly.

"Hey Sum, how's about we go to bed, it's late," Marissa helped her stand up. Bailey rose as well.

"Well I guess this is goodbye, Summer. Could we maybe meet up sometime again, I've really enjoyed it tonight."

"Yeah, sure. Hey I'll give you my number, call me if you move to Newport and I'll take you out," Summer scrawled her number on a napkin and handed it to him.

"Great! Actually you could bring your boyfriend and I'll bring my girlfriend, Kate." Summer grinned.

"Perfect! I'd better be going anyways, bye Bailey, it was great talking to you tonight." Summer shook his hand.

"You too, bye Summer oh and Marissa." Marissa nodded politely and her and Summer exited the bar.

Bailey watched them leave, his blue eyes glinted malevolently, and hedrew out a flashy cell phone, dialling a number.

"B.M here. Found the perfect girl. Find out all you can about Summer Roberts from Newport, California. Thanks."

He snapped the phone shut, drained his glass and strode out of the bar without a glance back.