He'll Be Back
A/N: I really had planned to only have 20 chapters but look at how well that turned out. I am going to aim now for 25 but if I get inspired there may be more.
I would like to call attention to the fact that the author of One Summer and I have both noticed similarities in our stories. We are writing them totally independently. They are similar because there is only so much that you can write about SS as teen parents.
Chapter twenty-one
Summer sat a lab bench. Despite receiving many offers she sat alone and even put her Marc Jacobs bag on the other side of the bench to prevent others from sitting with her. The bell rang and Summer moved her bag with a frown looking at the door. The teacher began to read attendance. The door opened nosily and Seth came in out of breath.
"Big water polo guys in the hall," He said collapsing into a seat in the back row.
"Thanks for joining us, Mr. Cohen." Mr. Mason said annoyed. "Peterson, Abigail? Roberts, Summer?" He called looking up momentarily for their faces. Seth grabbed his bag from the floor and clumsily made his way to Summer's bench.
"Hey," he whispered pulling out a binder.
"Why were you late?" Summer asked.
"I fell asleep on the quad."
"Sleeping in the sun during your study hall?"
"It seemed like a good idea at the time," Seth smiled. He kissed Summer softly on the lips.
"Mr. Cohen, first you come in late, then you disrupt the class by moving and now you are making out in my classroom, are you begging me for a detention?" Mr. Mason asked drawing attention to the couple.
"Mr. Mason, at least the last thing I had an accomplice." Seth joked. The class chuckled and Mr. Mason began to hand out papers to his class.
He wore a long sleeve button up shirt with a red tie. He was going gray and balding, sweat beads glistened from his head, and dark circles were forming under his armpits on his light blue shirt.
"Read this course expectation sheet over it has my format for lab reports on the back and my email address on the front. You are expected to bring you laptops to class everyday." A groan was let out by the class. "Yes I know you all have to bring an extra bag. How unfashionable?" He joked in a nerdy way. " You can have the rest of this class to talk while I hand out a reading and your CD-rom textbook. " The class exploded into conversation.
"I'm going to make my dad buy me a new computer, Dell's are dinosaurs, I want a Powerbook." A girl said behind Summer.
Seth's hand snaked its way into Summer's lap. He worked his way under her black dress and slid into her panties. Summer bite her lip to keep from laughing as Seth tried to find something that she would like. The tickling subsided and she sighed deeply. Seth smiled evilly as Mr. Mason got closer. Summer's breathing became ragged and he quickened his pace. Summer put her head on the table and moaned silently into her hand. Seth quickly removed his hand as Mr. Mason placed two CD-roms next to Summer's head.
"Are you alright Ms. Roberts?" He asked. Summer picked up her head and willed her voice to not shake.
"I'm great." She said her entire body feeling relaxed. He moved on handing out materials.
"Great?" Seth asked husky in her ear.
"Cohen, you're not getting any more till after school." She shot harshly.
"Nothing?' He whined. The bell rang and she stood up.
"You'll live, just one more class." With that she walked out of the classroom.
Summer's car had its top down. Seth sat in the back seat and waited for her to show up.
"Cohen, your car is that way," Summer pointed down the row towards the black Range Rover. "Did you forget what color your car is?".
"No," Seth said happily climbing into the passenger seat. " Ryan is going to the phallus palace deluxe for dinner. "
"Well Marissa could drive him there and then take him home." Summer said hotly.
"But then the other cars in the driveway would be lonely," Seth teased.
"What ever, I'm going home." Summer said reversing and zooming through the parking lot.
"Whoa, home as in, your house?"
"Yes, Seth, the place I live."
"Is your father home?" Seth asked nervously.
"It's not likely, 2:30 on a Monday." Summer swung a curve using two hands to pull the steering wheel.
"Want to slow down?" Seth asked, his hands pressed roughly onto the dash.
"Sorry, I drive aggressively." Summer said as she shifted into fourth gear, accelerating.
They came to a stop in her driveway. Seth got out and kissed the ground. "Thank you Moses, I'm alive."
"Seth, shut up I'm not a bad driver," Summer said searching her olive leather Jacobs satchel for her house key.
"Summer why aren't your keys all on the same key chain?" Seth asked making a miraculous recovery.
"Seth this key chain is my little pony." Summer said sticking the key into the front door and turning.
"Right can't have other people seeing that." Seth said walking in as she opened the door for him. " Why do you lock your doors in a gated community?"
Summer sighed and lead him up the stairs towards her bedroom. "Seth, " She began, " My mother left when I was six. "
"Oh," Seth said not sure what to say.
"I came home from school and she was gone. All her stuff was gone and I had a nanny again." She said sitting on her bed.
"My mom once left me in the mall. She was shopping and I ran off to the toy department. She forgot that I had come with her and went home."
"Seth fuck you, I'm telling you my most painful memory and you're trivializing it. " She said punching him.
"Sorry," He said hugging her and rubbing her back.
"We lock our doors, because she has come back a few times demanding money from my dad."
"Wow, I guess all Newport families have their secrets." Seth said kissing Summer's forehead.
"Yeah," Summer said untying the bow of her halter.
"Getting naked?" Seth asked as Summer stood up letting her dress fall to the floor.
"I was hoping that I wasn't going to be the only one." She said pulling Seth's shirt over his head.