Chapter Ten
Summer sat cuddled in a pillow on her bed, with her hands around her legs. She tried to think of who to accuse for such obscenities. Marissa too, was engaged in strong thought. She tried to think clearly but the thought of someone following the two scared her ultimately. Summer finally thought of who it might've possibly been.
"Marissa," Summer gulped. She wasn't too keen on revealing her point of view, as Marissa would get quite angry. "What if it's Ryan?" Marissa was about to slap Summer in the face, but before she could, Summer rebounded, "Okay, that sounded stupider then it did in my head. Sorry. I know you really like him, and he wouldn't do that to you no matter how big an a ss he already is." Summer quickly apologized.
"I'm just so scared." Marissa announced. Her cell phone rang again, but she was so afraid to pick it up. Summer thoughtfully grabbed the phone and read the text message in her mind, so Marissa wouldn't be scarred by it.
"You should be scared, b itches. But don't worry, I'm good in bed. We'll get it on. Even tonight." Summer was shocked- usually she, like Marissa would be turned on. However these messages were different. These messages were somewhat threatening. Marissa grabbed the phone from Summer, and she threw it on Summer's bedroom floor hoping it would break, shatter. However the second it hit the ground, the cellular phone rang once more.
"I'm getting closer to your sexiness, ladies." Marissa read through sobs. She didn't know what to do, when she heard footsteps inching toward the bedroom door. Summer instinctively went to lock the door, but she was too late. The door knob was already turning ever so slowly. She was dead afraid, as she walked away slowly from the door. The door continued to open, second by second. The shadow of this person was evident. Summer tried to stop the tears from gathering in her eyes, but she was scared for her life. Summer and Marissa screamed when the masked man came through the door.
"Good," The man said in a deep voice, "I like 'em scared." The man walked up to Summer and he touched her lips. Summer not knowing what to do, punched the attacker in the stomach, and then using her boxing skills kept punching him multiple times. Marissa followed her lead- kicking the man with her high heel shoes until finally he asked for mercy.
"Summer, stop!" Summer's boyfriend took off his black, silky cloth. Summer looked at her boyfriend, in alarm. She was so pissed off at this point- no longer afraid- that she continued to punch the guy directly in the face as hard as she could.
"Never," Summer punched him hard, as he tried to shield himself, "try," Summer punched him once more while yelling out the words in severe anger, "that," Summer punched him in the nose- which was already bleeding by the time she threw the next punch, "Again!" Summer's boyfriend, Daniel, moved away from the last punch and he touched Summer's shoulders. Soon, he embraced her in an irresistible kiss. When he pulled away, Summer only seemed touched.
"It was a joke." Daniel said softly, looking into Summer's hurt eyes. Daniel ruffled his hair with his hand- he knew Summer loved that. However, Summer was too angry to let a kiss solve her problems. She looked at him gravely, and smacked him so hard in the face that her hand was left imprinted on his cheek.
"NEVER TALK TO ME AGAIN, F UCKER!" Summer shrieked out as she slammed open the door open for her ex-boyfriend. He walked out disappointedly. Marissa and Summer both collapsed on the bed, free from all anguish. Summer touched Marissa on the shoulder, as if apologizing for her distress. Summer felt stupid but relieved, as she fell for her boyfriend's irrational scam. A little while later, Summer's cell phone rang.
"Hello?" She picked up in annoyance.
"Baby, hey." Daniel was conveniently on the other line, "Are we over? Cause I don't want that."
"No sh it Sherlock!" Summer clicked off her phone with a smirk. Daniel heard the unwanted buzzing noise of the disconnected line, "It was Daniel. He asked if we were 'over'." Summer answered Marissa's 'look'. She smiled, but Summer could tell that she was a little shaken up. "Come on." Summer got up, and extended her hand for Marissa to take for support.
"I'm really not in the mood to go clubbing tonight." Marissa gulped sadly, but Summer's eyes lightened.
"Girl, we ain't going clubbing. Where can two gorgeous, dressed-up ladies go?" Summer asked deviously, but Marissa only shrugged in confusion. "Whatever- you're coming with me." Summer smiled. She grabbed a bikini from her closet, and told Marissa they'd stop by her house for a few seconds, too. When they did, Marissa was left in the car while Summer went to pick out the tiniest bikini she could find in Marissa's collection. Marissa only looked around, until Summer came out. When she ran out of the house, she waved to Marissa to come to her. So Marissa obediently left the car, locking it behind her. She ran to Summer as some excitement was starting to stack up inside of her.
"Get dressed over there." Summer pointed to some bushes. "I'll get dressed over there." Summer pointed to yet another growth of vegetation. "We're going swimming." Summer raised her eyebrow, and Marissa knew she was up to something. When Marissa pulled on her bikini, she noticed Summer not only picked her hot red bikini, it was about 2 sizes too small and revealed about 10 times too much. But whatever was in Summer's plan, Marissa was in too far to back out. When Summer came out of her petite shrub, she was also wearing a very tiny bikini, black of colour. It revealed the girls' long legs, slim bodies and everything else they had to offer. Summer grabbed Marissa's fingers and she led her to a nearby pool.
"Who's house is this?" Marissa didn't recognize it in the darkness.
"Who gives a damn?" Summer replied excitedly. She hopped inside, and the cool chill of the water intertwined through her body. The brunette, step-by-step also came in. In their minuscule bikinis, they swam around having the most fun they had ever had in a long time. Summer was in for trouble when she proposed a dare, "Marissa Cooper, I dare you to swim nude for ten minutes." Summer smirked deviously, "Of course I won't watch." Summer laughed, as she shocked Marissa.
"You're kidding right?" Marissa asked, finding the situation quite funny. "Well then I double dare you to swim nude for twenty minutes." Marissa answered in the same sinister tone. Summer looked at Marissa excitedly, as she started to untie her top bikini. Marissa followed immediately not wanting to be lost behind. When the girls were topless, Summer raised an eyebrow and she slowly started to take off her bottom. When she did Marissa started to as well, looking straight into Summer's eyes. Once the girls were butt naked, Summer got out of the pool for a second, or two, and brought some goods- meaning alcohol. Marissa nearly dodged at it, when Summer carried it over. Marissa took a sip of it, but then dropped the slow sophisticated drinking, and gulped it down. After a couple of glasses of alcohol, both Marissa and Summer were out cold.
"Let's get dressed." Marissa gulped after a lot longer then ten minutes were up.
"You're right. We should." Summer said, as she searched for her bikini. She was too drunk to see straight though. When she finally found her bikini, she quickly got dressed as she heard someone exiting from the house. "Ryan!" Summer said excitedly. Ryan almost wished he hadn't left the house, when he saw Marissa and Summer drunk, in tiny bikinis, in his pool.
"Come on, ladies. You gotta come out of there." Ryan took up the responsibility of removing the two giggly girls from the pool. There was no right way to take them out of there, as not to violate either girl's privacy- they WERE almost naked with a thin, by now almost see-through material around them.
"Oh Ryan, my hero." Summer said as she gripped Ryan's arm. Marissa entangled herself around his neck. It was never good having two drunken chicks doing things they would never do in everyday life. Soon, Seth came from around the corner. When he saw Summer wrapped around Ryan amorously, he tried to meet his eyes with the desperate Ryan. When he did, pain and suffering were entangled in his dark eyes and Ryan knew Seth had thought they were busy doing something they shouldn't have been doing in the first place.