He'll Be Back
Chapter Twenty-Two
Summer tried pulling on a pair of jeans and laid on her back and tried to force the zipper sides closer together. She gave up and peeled the pants off. She went to her closet and flipped through the hanging clothes for a skirt.
"Hey you ready?" Seth asked shaking a set of keys impatiently.
"Calm down, you just got here," Summer said sliding the skirt up her legs.
"You've tried on like ten things since I've been here."
"Cohen nothing fits," Summer screamed in hysterics. Summer opened her armoire and pulled out a halter that was tight on her bust but flowed loosely over her stomach.
"You look like you're smuggling a watermelon." Seth said peeling a banana and looking at his watch.
"You ass, now I need to change," Summer cried pulling shirts off of her shelves and dropping them to the floor.
"Summer I hate to break it to you but I think that you have now moved beyond hiding your voluptuous curves."
"This isn't fair," Summer said holding up a polo shirt in front of her with a longing gaze.
"Summer, you can wear you regular clothes after our baby comes."
"Seth, I need to wear my clothes for at least three more weeks with out stares." Summer said firmly and tossed the shirt on to the bed. She grabbed her school bag from the corner.
Summer's step-mother was seated in the living room when the couple came down. "Good morning" Seth said politely.
She ignored Seth. "Neil wants to meet for dinner at the club at 7."
"Are you coming?" Summer asked the woman.
"Of course, would I miss your public humiliation?"
"Come on Cohen let's go," Summer said opening the front door.
"I'll see you tonight," her step-mom called.
"If you're still conscious." Summer said hotly.
"So dinner." Seth said unlocking the Range Rover.
"Yeah, dinner," Summer prompted, flipping the sun visor and opening the mirror.
"Am I expected to be there?" He asked turning the key.
"You're going."
"Right, I'm going," Seth said pulling out of the driveway. He drove to Harbor and got out of the car.
"Summer are you coming?" He asked standing on the sidewalk. Summer shook her head and tears fell down her cheeks. Seth opened the passenger side door.
" I look pregnant," Summer sobbed flattening her shirt to show her swollen stomach.
"Yeah what did you expect?" Seth said unsympathetically.
"Seth I wasn't showing this much on Friday."
"Summer it is only going to get worst."
"You ass. You're supposed to tell me that it isn't even noticeable," Summer said stepping out of the Range Rover. She wiped her eyes carefully and smiled at her reflection in the window as she shut the door.
" Summer no one will say anything to you. That is something that my mother taught me. You never ask a woman if she is pregnant because if she isn't, you must live with the humiliation. You also don't ask people if they're off their meds." Seth rambled.
Seth held out his hand and Summer took it. "After school will you take me shopping?"
"It depends, who is financing this outing?"
"My father." Summer smiled.
"Well then we can certainly go. We have to be able to change for the club before 7. "
"Nervous?" Summer asked cruelly ducking into her classroom. Seth stood in the hall alone and moaned.
By physics Summer was miserable. People weren't saying anything directly to her, but the stares and hushed whispers that formed in her wake, were getting progressively worse. Seth sat at their bench. He had an opened comic book spread over his Powerbook's keyboard. Summer put her Jimmy Choo tote containing her computer on the table.
"So what cost more the bag or the laptop?" Seth asked
"The bag," Summer said placing her white I-book on the table.
"Well at least we know that you have your values in order, homeless shelters don't need donations." Seth said dramatically.
"Shut up, I volunteer at the hospital," Summer said indignantly.
"When was the last time you did that?" Seth asked pulling lint off his sweater.
"I haven't gone in a while," Summer admitted.
"Oh there goes your college application, unreliable volunteer. " Seth teased.
"Dip shit shut up," Summer said ruffling his hair.
"Don't touch the Jew Fro," Seth said seriously.
"You let me touch it in bed," Summer said in husky voice.
"That's because I'm not trying to impress anyone at home." He said matter-a-factly.
"Well, Cohen you could try a little harder to impress at home and less at school," Summer said loudly.
The bell had rung and the class still had not calmed down. Mr. Mason stood at the front board waiting passively for the class to compose itself. Once the class's volume had dropped a few decibels Mr. Mason instructed the students to open on their computers a simulation of pendulum. " I want this lab done by tomorrow. Complete the variable adjustments and then record your observations. On this sheet that I am handing out are the questions that should be answered in your conclusion. You can get a data table from this experiment there is no need to reconstruct it…"
Seth opened the program and had the variables changing before Summer had even received the lab sheet. "So Summer I am making the length one meter and the drop degree ten."
"What ever, I really don't care."
"How can I be so attracted to someone who is so dumb?" Seth asked. Summer punched him in the gut.
"I may be shallow but believe me, Mr. I am not in the least unintelligent." Summer said holding his balls in a vice like grip.
Seth swallowed roughly and emitted a high-pitched whine. Summer seemed satisfied and released.
"That brings the phase, she's got you by the balls, to the next level."
After the dismissal bell had rung, Seth walked to the Range Rover. Summer was leaning against it and was talking with Marissa and Mara.
Seth unlocked the doors and the lights flashed softly. "Bye guys" Summer said opening the passenger door and climbing in.
Mara got into her Audi TT coupe and Marissa walked across the lot towards Ryan.
"So to the mall?" Seth asked.
"Damn straight," Summer said putting on her sun glasses.
Seth was carrying many bags and had sweat dripping down from his matted curls.
"Are we almost finished?" He asked lifting his armful of bags to look at his watch.
"Sure. sure," Summer said through the dressing room door. "Okay let's go," She said coming out with an arm full of clothes.
"Is that all ma'am?" The cashier at Nordstrom asked.
"Is that all?" Seth blanched, " I'd say she bought enough."
"Cohen shut up," Summer snapped handing over her American Express card.
"Your total is $ 635. 89" The woman said handing the card back after sliding it.
"Jesus, you know how many kids you could immunize with that type of money," Seth moaned.
"You are the grandson of the richest man in Newport, your parents are independently wealthy, your net-worth from your trust funds far exceed all of my father's assets, so shut up dick head," Summer said furiously. She signed the receipt and huffed off. The woman behind the counter frowned at Seth as he gathered Summer's purchases up. He then sprinted after her.
"Summer," He called after her. She sat on a waited. "You…spoiled…brat," Seth said out of breath.
"I'm going to pretend you didn't say that." Summer said through gritted teeth.
"Good thing I drove today," Seth joked.
"True, I would have left you here." Summer smiled despite her anger.
"I wish you didn't care about designers so much," Seth sighed.
"I wish you had any style," Summer said elbowing him softly.
Seth leaned in and kissed her. Summer put her hand in his hair and pulled him closer.
"Gross," She said pulling away.
"Sorry I didn't brush my teeth today," Seth said checking his breath.
"No your hair is wet. But not brushing your teeth Seth?"
"You know what they say, there is nothing more sexy than a sweaty Jew Fro." Seth said charmingly picking up the bags again.
"You are sick," Summer said hugging him from behind as they walked to the door.