A/N : first of all thank you for reviews. Second for everyone wondering why it takes me so darn long to update, all I can say is I have writers block hitting me every 2 weeks. And I would hate to give you guys a bad chapter. So I decided I wouldn't post this one, until I at least started writing chapter 10. It's in the works. :). Also, thank you for pointing out my mistakes. It's really helpful actually, to learn, so thank you. BIG SPECIAL THANKS to several people that I noticed have stuck with this story for the longest time. You guys are absolutely awesome, I cant tell you how nice it is that you still like it. Ill try my best not to disappoint. )
When it came to having a good time at a party, Anna Stern was the expert. She flirted with all the guys, intimidated all the girls, kept Seth by her side, to the dismay of the females, and though sometimes she did lose sight of him, Anna always managed to have a good time. Seth was hers and no one could ruin that. Actually, there was only one thing that could ever ruin Anna Stern's party time. Unaware that it was about to happen as she walked in the room, Anna scanned the area for Seth.
Sometimes even in a drunken state, the human mind manages to make the right decision, even better, it manages to send signals that scream, "STOP!"
Summer's mind was doing just that. Somewhere Summer found the strength to push Seth off, mentally thanking her step mom's work out machine. Summer tried to tell herself that what she thought just happened actually did not happen at all. Unfortunately for her, the look on Anna Stern's face said that it did. And it wasn't good.
Before Summer could tell Seth off, Anna was in between them, shooting daggers out of her eyes.
" I knew it was you all along, trying to get your paws on my guy. Let me tell you Roberts, you are going to regret this."
Summer hated being threatened. What's worse she hated being threatened when her head was spinning.
"Stay the hell away from him." The rest was a mix of swearing and threats pronounced at the highest volume Anna could manage.
Tired, and drunk Summer couldn't think of anything.
"Leave me alone." Was all she said.
Out of the corner of her eye she thought she saw Anna's hand rise, but then it stopped midair. Seth, coming to his senses, grabbed it before it reached Summer's face.
"It was me." He said, staring at Summer.
Oh please, she thought, well if it isn't like Cohen to try and play the Romeo. Definitely should have stuck with the play. Whatever romantic sentiment of the moment, it was lost on both Summer and Anna, the first trying to escape, the other trying to explain to herself how this could possibly happen to her.
The crowd that gathered around them started buzzing with gossip, while Anna was mentally killing "Juliet" for embarrassing her in front of the whole school. People started asking what happened, girls all dying for details, with everyone bad mouthing Summer, just to get on Anna's good side.
In the midst of all this, the star herself, trying to fight her headache, managed to quietly slip away. Summer couldn't believe herself. She kissed Seth Cohen. Well he kissed her, but it takes two. How did this happen to her? How? She hated that guy. Summer stooped abruptly. She still hated him! Ohh, if he was close the things she'd do to him right now. Might as well call the ambulance. Summer was overwhelmed by the sudden rush of anger she felt. She was angry that she kissed Cohen, she was angry that Cohen kissed her, she was angry that she even cared, but most of all she was angry that her heart was beating at light speed, even now. She found herself on the street, with her purse, amazingly still in her hands, and she started to slowly walk away. Suddenly behind her she heard footsteps, then Chris's voice.
"Babe, are you leaving?"
Summer turned around.
"Where were you? You were gone for like an hour."
Chris obviously not knowing what had happened, smiled.
"Why? You miss me?"
Summer stood thinking for a little bit. Chris. He liked her, he would treat her right. When they were together he did, and right now he was the only thing that made her feel better.
On impulse, she run up to him and kissed him, as if trying to wash away Seth from her mind. They parted and she stared at him, unsure of what she was doing. He smiled and said he would take her home, because she was obviously too drunk.
"Some things never change, huh?"
Summer just smiled in response.
Chris started talking about the last time he had to carry her home, because she couldn't even remember where she lived, and Summer occasional response was a laugh.
Once Anna stormed out, threatening everyone and everything in her way, Seth searched for Summer everywhere. His efforts brought him outside and when the cool air hit his face, he realized just how hot his skin felt. He couldn't explain what happened. Couldn't explain why he felt the way he felt. All he knew was that he had to find Summer.
Somewhere in his mind Seth started realizing that his feelings for her went beyond his normal interest in the female population. He was starting to think of her constantly. And he cared about what she thought.
Seth's reputation as a stud was sometimes blown out of proportion, yet it came close to the truth. Notorious he was, for his way with the ladies and having head multiple experiences to say the least, he couldn't understand why a single drunken kiss with this stubborn brunette made him feel like a lovesick schoolboy, instead of an experienced laid back guy, only 4 months away from graduating.
The morning after Summer found herself buried under multiple covers somewhere in the middle of her bed. One quick movement and she felt all the effects of an alcohol hangover. With a grunt she hid her face in the pillow trying to keep her head from spinning. Apparently, that wasn't in the cards. Somewhere between the blackness and multiple colored dots that Summer was seeing, her mind decided to sharpen her right back to reality.
Seth. Last night. The kiss.
Summer shot up from the pillow, wide eyed, and froze in her position. Maybe it was a dream. Yes. It was a dream.
Anna. Anna knew. All the people. The party. Shit.
Many times we wish our dreams became reality, but Summer as many times before, hoped that her reality would just turn into a big dream.
She looked at herself in the mirror, across from the bed. Seth touched her face. His fingers ran along her neck. His breath was hot on her lips, his lips soft and knowing their way. Umm.
Summer turned away from the mirror. He can have any girl in the school she told herself. But he can't have me. He won't have me.
