Title: The Consequences
Author: In Fair Verona
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Seth and Summer engender a 'rumor' which travels around Newport and learn the consequences of their actions when the unexpected happens.
Shipper: Seth x Summer
Disclaimer: It is all property of FOX, every last bit of it. I don't own anything in this story or related to it.
A/N: This chapter also goes by pretty fast... but alot happens, so it's all good. It's a pretty emotional chapter for the characters, at least for a particular character. But before I spoil it... just read!
And thanks to all the reviewers! I luff you.
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Summer seated herself in the school cafeteria, clad in a tight red halter-top and a really short and snug black leather mini skirt. Her theory was that she might as well wear these sort of things while she still could... despite the fact that she was breaking a few dress code rules.
"Ms. Roberts, do you have a spare change of clothes?" Her counselor questioned, sitting down across from her. Summer shook her head. "Do you realize that you are breaking a school rule?"
"Like, this is a life or death situation. I'm never going to wear these clothes again, so just cool it." Summer replied, crossing her arms under her chest and rolling her eyes. "So what do you need?" She asked expectantly.
"I was informed by an anonymous person that you had something you wanted to discuss with me." The counselor said cooly. Summer's jaw dropped.
"Anonymous my ass, where the hell is Marissa?" Summer asked, standing up.
"Watch your language, Ms. Roberts." The counselor said warningly. "Summer, if something's on your mind... I would really like to know about it and help you."
"There is nothing to discuss. My best friend is just making a huge deal out of nothing." Summer said, placing her hands on her hips. "I've got nothing to tell you." The counselor stood up as well, shuffling a few papers she held in her hand.
"Your best friend was probably concerned. But, if you're sure you have nothing to say, I will go. Just remember my door is open at all times." She turned to walk away but glanced back at Summer scrupulously. "Summer, you have some..." She glanced back at the table where Summer was sitting, a half-eaten plate of beef jerky and honey mustard lay un-touched. "...honey mustard on your shirt." She noted, before walking away. Summer glanced down at her ruby red top.
"Gross." She murmured, grabbing her purse and walking out of the cafeteria. She quickly dodged into the girl's restroom and grabbed a paper towel, wet it, and dabbed it onto her shirt, removing the condiment. She didn't even see Marissa quickly run into the restroom and over to her. "Thanks for giving the counselor a head's up, Coop." Summer said dryly.
"Summer, you cannot keep this from the world. You haven't even told your parents yet..."
"Parents? You mean my step-mother and the guy with the beard? Like they're going to help me any. And you and Chino know, that's plenty." Summer said, brushing her hair back over her shoulders and staring meticulously at the dark splotch on her shirt.
"Summer, what are you wearing?" Marissa quirked a brow.
"Coop, it's called rave clothes. But, very soon I won't be able to fit into anything like this at all, so..."
"You look like a hoochie." Marissa interrupted.
"Shut up. I don't need anymore of your opinions, Marissa." Summer shot back. "Geez... my life sucks." She stared at her stomache in the mirror.
"Summer, don't say that." Marissa said softly. Summer simply shrugged her shoulders. "This isn't the end of the world... it's the beginning of a life."
"Whoa. No preaching, Marissa. This baby goes... I am not giving birth to Seth Cohen's little rodents." Summer shuddered. Suddenly Marissa's eyes widened and she drew her finger to her lips, silencing Summer. Summer furrowed her brow in confusion and Marissa used her free hand to point to the stall directly across from them.
"What if somebody is in here listening?" Marissa said in a hushed whisper. Suddenly the door swung open with a defiant bang and two white stiletto boots stepped out, attached to a pair of smooth tanned legs, white shorts which led up to a pink spaghetti strap which Summer swears is stuffed with tissue, a matching white denim jacket, and a head with soft blonde curls framing the arch-angelic face.
"Too late." Holly said in a disgustingly sweet voice. She sauntered over in-between the two girls, arching her eyebrow at Summer. "Who let the whore out?" She asked. Summer narrowed her eyes and took a step towards Holly, her hand in a balled up fist. Holly stepped back into Marissa. "Tsk. Tsk. Touchy subject?" She asked, her pouty lips drawing into a devious smile.
"Holly, if you tell anybody..." Summer muttered warningly. Holly let out a slight chuckle and propped her Kate Spade bag onto the counter, opening it up and pulling out a tube of lip-gloss. Honestly, the girl looked like the slut version of Lizzie Mcguire.
"Summer, you are in no position to be threatening me." Holly replied, flipping her platinum locks over her shoulder. "So... Summer Roberts, actually pregnant. That's really something... I didn't really think you actually were. I mean, it's you, Summer. You're like... the least maternal person I've ever met. Of course, that could be because your own mother ran out on you-"
"Go to hell!" Summer interrupted, advancing on her.
"Summer, you almost made me mess up my lips." Holly admonished, giving her lips a plumping wave of the lip-gloss wand before sticking it back into it's tube. "I'm not finished with you, yet." She added, taking out her eye-lash curler. "It's not just the fact that you're pregnant that gets to me... It's the fact that Seth Cohen's the father." She smirked. "It's no use denying that night during my party now, is it? You slept with Seth Cohen, and probably took his innocence too. And now? You're carrying his child. This is the most gossip-worthy news I have ever heard!" She said enthusiastically.
"Holly, you utter a word and I swear I will make your life a living hell." Summer said ominously, her eyes darkening. Marissa eyed her friend worriedly and turned to Holly.
"Holly, you won't gain anything from spreading this around." Marissa said, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Um, except for like, the fact that it's, like, totally entertaining." Holly scoffed. She turned back to Summer. "The question is, what am I going to get for not telling?" She asked. Summer sighed, rolling her eyes. This was the typical Holly thing to do.
"Okay, Holly." Summer said with mock sweetness, "What do you want?" The tone in her voice was hiding desperation, but Marissa knew how serious her friend was. Whatever Holly beckoned, Summer would do.
"Well, let's see... A date."
"A date? Holly, I'm flattered, but I don't run that way." Summer replied, the usual snark back in her voice.
"Like, gross. I meant a date with Luke." She said, giving Marissa a smile over her shoulder. Marissa turned away, holding herself back from saying something.
"Why? Because you're way too incompetent to get one yourself?" Summer inquired tauntingly.
"Like, no. But ever since Coop over here left him, he hasn't touched a single girl. Totally pathetic. But you're his friend. You'll think of something." Holly said, tapping Summer's arm. "Well, I really must be leaving. My social life calls. I'll be waiting for Luke to pick me up tonight at 8, and if he doesn't... well... you know." She grinned. "Toodles!" She grabbed her purse and quickly skipped out of the bath-room.
"I had no idea." Marissa said softly, leaning against the wall. Summer looked at her friend unsurely, debating whether to ask the imperative question or not. "Summer... I know you don't want this to get around. Seth deserves to hear from you, and not from some random gossiper." She looked at her best friend intently. "Set Luke up with Holly."
"If you say so..." Summer blinked twice.
"I didn't know Luke was doing this." She shrugged.
"Well, he loved you. He just couldn't keep his hands off of other girls, but he loved you." Summer reasoned.
"Well, I'm over him. He... needs to move on too. He and Holly would be perfect together." Marissa said, though it seemed like she was trying to convince herself more-so than Summer. Summer simply nodded.
"Well, I guess we've got Holly taken care of. Like I need anything more to worry about." Summer muttered. As if she had just jinxed herself, the door of the bathroom stall at the end of the row busted open, revealing a girl of medium height with short blonde hair cut into a pixie 'do, and tear stained cheeks. It was Anna Stern. "Oh... great." Like Summer really had room for a guilty concious on her hands.
"Anna?" Marissa stepped towards her with concern. Summer just stared straight on at the girl, completely un-moved.
"You're a slut!" Anna spat bitterly, wiping her eyes. "I can't believe you would... I can't believe Seth-"
"What? You can't believe Seth's not a virgin?" Summer asked, her voice harsh. She stepped towards Anna challengingly. "Or can you just not believe that another girl found Seth attractive?"
"What are you talking about?" She said, inbetween choking sobs.
"I know what game you're playing Anna. It's really not my style, but I know it. You were excited at having Ryan for an escort the day we all first met, until you saw him dancing with Marissa. Scrap that. Then you start talking to Seth- and you notice how nobody wants him for an escort. Well, gee, he's perfectly safe isn't he? Nobody wants him, so if you cozy up to him- he'll never leave you! How cowardly is that? You just wanted him for security because you knew he'd always be there and that nothing would take him away... Don't deny it."
"How could you?" Anna cried, tears rolling down her cheeks in harsh sobs and she choked for more breath. "You're cruel... you're a bitch."
"Life's a bitch. Get used to it." Summer shrugged.
"Summer..." Marissa said warningly. "She's Seth's girlfriend. I know how this feels..."
"She'll find some other AV geek." Summer said, placing her hands on her hips. "Admit it, Pittsburgh."
"I love him!" She cried, her voice rising highly as her shoulders shook with her bawling. "I love him! You just..."
"You weren't even going out with him when it happened." Summer fought back.
"I liked him from the day I met him! He was nice, and kind! We had alot in common- we both read comic books!"
"Oh." Summer's lips formed a slow circle as she nodded her head. "You both read comic books, well, now you just must be soul mates. You both read comic books." Summer nodded, her lips forming a cruel smile. Anna narrowed her eyes, tears splashing everywhere against her face. Summer didn't expect it as the blonde girl launched herself at her, and her arm swung around, the ivory palm of her hand coming into contact with the side of Summer's face in a stinging slap. Anna staggered back, tripping on her own Converse high-tops. Summer said nothing, she simply touched the side of her cheek where a red welt remained. Marissa looked at both of them frantically, but before she could do anything, Anna let out a huff and bolted out of the restroom.
"Shit." Was all Summer replied as she began to run after the girl with the same speed, Marissa trailing closely behind. That stupid girl... she was going to tell somebody... Holly wasn't who they had to watch out for after all. Summer turned a corner, flying in her leather boots and bringing herself a great deal of attention, as if Anna's piercing wailing wasn't drawing enough strange looks. Summer looked up, and halted in her tracks, her boots skidding against the tile floor. Anna was standing infront of Seth, bawling, and Seth Cohen just stood there in utter confusion, unaware of what to do.
"AND YOU SLEPT WITH HER! YOU NEVER TOLD ME! HOW COULD YOU? I LOVE YOU, SETH!" She cried. Seth blinked twice, completely confused beyond belief.
"Anna, Anna..." Seth held her shoulders gently, drawing his girlfriend close to him. "I don't really understand what's going on here... what did I do?" He asked, his face etched with concern. Summer placed a hand on her hip and watched in amusement. Anna shoved him away, and drew her hand back, slapping him in the face the same way she had with Summer. Summer stauntered forward, looking at Anna.
"You like doing that, don't you?" She said in a mock friendly tone. Seth furrowed his brow and looked at Summer.
"Summer, your face... You got hurt. Who did that?" He asked, stepping away from Anna and over to Summer.
"The same person who did that." Summer said, eyeing the red welt on his cheek. Seth took a step back and glanced at Anna before returning his gaze to Summer, and then directing it back at Anna.
"Would somebody like to... clue me in..." He trailed off, opening the floor to anybody. Anna's facial expression changed- like she had just discovered a major life epiphany.
"He doesn't know." She said to Summer, with wide eyes.
"No shit, Sherlock." Summer responded. Before she could realize the horrors of what Anna was going to do, it was too late.
"Summer, you never told Seth that you were pregnant..." Anna trailed off, wiping her tears. She shook her head. "With my boyfriend's child." She added. She glanced at Seth. "Well now you know." She muttered before taking off and running away down the hall. Seth didn't follow. The only thing that the lean boy could concentrate on was Summer and Summer being pregnant... and Summer being pregnant with *his* child. He looked at Summer in disbelief.
"Is this true?" He asked slowly. As she nodded he felt guilty at the arousal of joy that it brought to him.
Author: In Fair Verona
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Seth and Summer engender a 'rumor' which travels around Newport and learn the consequences of their actions when the unexpected happens.
Shipper: Seth x Summer
Disclaimer: It is all property of FOX, every last bit of it. I don't own anything in this story or related to it.
A/N: This chapter also goes by pretty fast... but alot happens, so it's all good. It's a pretty emotional chapter for the characters, at least for a particular character. But before I spoil it... just read!
And thanks to all the reviewers! I luff you.
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Summer seated herself in the school cafeteria, clad in a tight red halter-top and a really short and snug black leather mini skirt. Her theory was that she might as well wear these sort of things while she still could... despite the fact that she was breaking a few dress code rules.
"Ms. Roberts, do you have a spare change of clothes?" Her counselor questioned, sitting down across from her. Summer shook her head. "Do you realize that you are breaking a school rule?"
"Like, this is a life or death situation. I'm never going to wear these clothes again, so just cool it." Summer replied, crossing her arms under her chest and rolling her eyes. "So what do you need?" She asked expectantly.
"I was informed by an anonymous person that you had something you wanted to discuss with me." The counselor said cooly. Summer's jaw dropped.
"Anonymous my ass, where the hell is Marissa?" Summer asked, standing up.
"Watch your language, Ms. Roberts." The counselor said warningly. "Summer, if something's on your mind... I would really like to know about it and help you."
"There is nothing to discuss. My best friend is just making a huge deal out of nothing." Summer said, placing her hands on her hips. "I've got nothing to tell you." The counselor stood up as well, shuffling a few papers she held in her hand.
"Your best friend was probably concerned. But, if you're sure you have nothing to say, I will go. Just remember my door is open at all times." She turned to walk away but glanced back at Summer scrupulously. "Summer, you have some..." She glanced back at the table where Summer was sitting, a half-eaten plate of beef jerky and honey mustard lay un-touched. "...honey mustard on your shirt." She noted, before walking away. Summer glanced down at her ruby red top.
"Gross." She murmured, grabbing her purse and walking out of the cafeteria. She quickly dodged into the girl's restroom and grabbed a paper towel, wet it, and dabbed it onto her shirt, removing the condiment. She didn't even see Marissa quickly run into the restroom and over to her. "Thanks for giving the counselor a head's up, Coop." Summer said dryly.
"Summer, you cannot keep this from the world. You haven't even told your parents yet..."
"Parents? You mean my step-mother and the guy with the beard? Like they're going to help me any. And you and Chino know, that's plenty." Summer said, brushing her hair back over her shoulders and staring meticulously at the dark splotch on her shirt.
"Summer, what are you wearing?" Marissa quirked a brow.
"Coop, it's called rave clothes. But, very soon I won't be able to fit into anything like this at all, so..."
"You look like a hoochie." Marissa interrupted.
"Shut up. I don't need anymore of your opinions, Marissa." Summer shot back. "Geez... my life sucks." She stared at her stomache in the mirror.
"Summer, don't say that." Marissa said softly. Summer simply shrugged her shoulders. "This isn't the end of the world... it's the beginning of a life."
"Whoa. No preaching, Marissa. This baby goes... I am not giving birth to Seth Cohen's little rodents." Summer shuddered. Suddenly Marissa's eyes widened and she drew her finger to her lips, silencing Summer. Summer furrowed her brow in confusion and Marissa used her free hand to point to the stall directly across from them.
"What if somebody is in here listening?" Marissa said in a hushed whisper. Suddenly the door swung open with a defiant bang and two white stiletto boots stepped out, attached to a pair of smooth tanned legs, white shorts which led up to a pink spaghetti strap which Summer swears is stuffed with tissue, a matching white denim jacket, and a head with soft blonde curls framing the arch-angelic face.
"Too late." Holly said in a disgustingly sweet voice. She sauntered over in-between the two girls, arching her eyebrow at Summer. "Who let the whore out?" She asked. Summer narrowed her eyes and took a step towards Holly, her hand in a balled up fist. Holly stepped back into Marissa. "Tsk. Tsk. Touchy subject?" She asked, her pouty lips drawing into a devious smile.
"Holly, if you tell anybody..." Summer muttered warningly. Holly let out a slight chuckle and propped her Kate Spade bag onto the counter, opening it up and pulling out a tube of lip-gloss. Honestly, the girl looked like the slut version of Lizzie Mcguire.
"Summer, you are in no position to be threatening me." Holly replied, flipping her platinum locks over her shoulder. "So... Summer Roberts, actually pregnant. That's really something... I didn't really think you actually were. I mean, it's you, Summer. You're like... the least maternal person I've ever met. Of course, that could be because your own mother ran out on you-"
"Go to hell!" Summer interrupted, advancing on her.
"Summer, you almost made me mess up my lips." Holly admonished, giving her lips a plumping wave of the lip-gloss wand before sticking it back into it's tube. "I'm not finished with you, yet." She added, taking out her eye-lash curler. "It's not just the fact that you're pregnant that gets to me... It's the fact that Seth Cohen's the father." She smirked. "It's no use denying that night during my party now, is it? You slept with Seth Cohen, and probably took his innocence too. And now? You're carrying his child. This is the most gossip-worthy news I have ever heard!" She said enthusiastically.
"Holly, you utter a word and I swear I will make your life a living hell." Summer said ominously, her eyes darkening. Marissa eyed her friend worriedly and turned to Holly.
"Holly, you won't gain anything from spreading this around." Marissa said, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Um, except for like, the fact that it's, like, totally entertaining." Holly scoffed. She turned back to Summer. "The question is, what am I going to get for not telling?" She asked. Summer sighed, rolling her eyes. This was the typical Holly thing to do.
"Okay, Holly." Summer said with mock sweetness, "What do you want?" The tone in her voice was hiding desperation, but Marissa knew how serious her friend was. Whatever Holly beckoned, Summer would do.
"Well, let's see... A date."
"A date? Holly, I'm flattered, but I don't run that way." Summer replied, the usual snark back in her voice.
"Like, gross. I meant a date with Luke." She said, giving Marissa a smile over her shoulder. Marissa turned away, holding herself back from saying something.
"Why? Because you're way too incompetent to get one yourself?" Summer inquired tauntingly.
"Like, no. But ever since Coop over here left him, he hasn't touched a single girl. Totally pathetic. But you're his friend. You'll think of something." Holly said, tapping Summer's arm. "Well, I really must be leaving. My social life calls. I'll be waiting for Luke to pick me up tonight at 8, and if he doesn't... well... you know." She grinned. "Toodles!" She grabbed her purse and quickly skipped out of the bath-room.
"I had no idea." Marissa said softly, leaning against the wall. Summer looked at her friend unsurely, debating whether to ask the imperative question or not. "Summer... I know you don't want this to get around. Seth deserves to hear from you, and not from some random gossiper." She looked at her best friend intently. "Set Luke up with Holly."
"If you say so..." Summer blinked twice.
"I didn't know Luke was doing this." She shrugged.
"Well, he loved you. He just couldn't keep his hands off of other girls, but he loved you." Summer reasoned.
"Well, I'm over him. He... needs to move on too. He and Holly would be perfect together." Marissa said, though it seemed like she was trying to convince herself more-so than Summer. Summer simply nodded.
"Well, I guess we've got Holly taken care of. Like I need anything more to worry about." Summer muttered. As if she had just jinxed herself, the door of the bathroom stall at the end of the row busted open, revealing a girl of medium height with short blonde hair cut into a pixie 'do, and tear stained cheeks. It was Anna Stern. "Oh... great." Like Summer really had room for a guilty concious on her hands.
"Anna?" Marissa stepped towards her with concern. Summer just stared straight on at the girl, completely un-moved.
"You're a slut!" Anna spat bitterly, wiping her eyes. "I can't believe you would... I can't believe Seth-"
"What? You can't believe Seth's not a virgin?" Summer asked, her voice harsh. She stepped towards Anna challengingly. "Or can you just not believe that another girl found Seth attractive?"
"What are you talking about?" She said, inbetween choking sobs.
"I know what game you're playing Anna. It's really not my style, but I know it. You were excited at having Ryan for an escort the day we all first met, until you saw him dancing with Marissa. Scrap that. Then you start talking to Seth- and you notice how nobody wants him for an escort. Well, gee, he's perfectly safe isn't he? Nobody wants him, so if you cozy up to him- he'll never leave you! How cowardly is that? You just wanted him for security because you knew he'd always be there and that nothing would take him away... Don't deny it."
"How could you?" Anna cried, tears rolling down her cheeks in harsh sobs and she choked for more breath. "You're cruel... you're a bitch."
"Life's a bitch. Get used to it." Summer shrugged.
"Summer..." Marissa said warningly. "She's Seth's girlfriend. I know how this feels..."
"She'll find some other AV geek." Summer said, placing her hands on her hips. "Admit it, Pittsburgh."
"I love him!" She cried, her voice rising highly as her shoulders shook with her bawling. "I love him! You just..."
"You weren't even going out with him when it happened." Summer fought back.
"I liked him from the day I met him! He was nice, and kind! We had alot in common- we both read comic books!"
"Oh." Summer's lips formed a slow circle as she nodded her head. "You both read comic books, well, now you just must be soul mates. You both read comic books." Summer nodded, her lips forming a cruel smile. Anna narrowed her eyes, tears splashing everywhere against her face. Summer didn't expect it as the blonde girl launched herself at her, and her arm swung around, the ivory palm of her hand coming into contact with the side of Summer's face in a stinging slap. Anna staggered back, tripping on her own Converse high-tops. Summer said nothing, she simply touched the side of her cheek where a red welt remained. Marissa looked at both of them frantically, but before she could do anything, Anna let out a huff and bolted out of the restroom.
"Shit." Was all Summer replied as she began to run after the girl with the same speed, Marissa trailing closely behind. That stupid girl... she was going to tell somebody... Holly wasn't who they had to watch out for after all. Summer turned a corner, flying in her leather boots and bringing herself a great deal of attention, as if Anna's piercing wailing wasn't drawing enough strange looks. Summer looked up, and halted in her tracks, her boots skidding against the tile floor. Anna was standing infront of Seth, bawling, and Seth Cohen just stood there in utter confusion, unaware of what to do.
"AND YOU SLEPT WITH HER! YOU NEVER TOLD ME! HOW COULD YOU? I LOVE YOU, SETH!" She cried. Seth blinked twice, completely confused beyond belief.
"Anna, Anna..." Seth held her shoulders gently, drawing his girlfriend close to him. "I don't really understand what's going on here... what did I do?" He asked, his face etched with concern. Summer placed a hand on her hip and watched in amusement. Anna shoved him away, and drew her hand back, slapping him in the face the same way she had with Summer. Summer stauntered forward, looking at Anna.
"You like doing that, don't you?" She said in a mock friendly tone. Seth furrowed his brow and looked at Summer.
"Summer, your face... You got hurt. Who did that?" He asked, stepping away from Anna and over to Summer.
"The same person who did that." Summer said, eyeing the red welt on his cheek. Seth took a step back and glanced at Anna before returning his gaze to Summer, and then directing it back at Anna.
"Would somebody like to... clue me in..." He trailed off, opening the floor to anybody. Anna's facial expression changed- like she had just discovered a major life epiphany.
"He doesn't know." She said to Summer, with wide eyes.
"No shit, Sherlock." Summer responded. Before she could realize the horrors of what Anna was going to do, it was too late.
"Summer, you never told Seth that you were pregnant..." Anna trailed off, wiping her tears. She shook her head. "With my boyfriend's child." She added. She glanced at Seth. "Well now you know." She muttered before taking off and running away down the hall. Seth didn't follow. The only thing that the lean boy could concentrate on was Summer and Summer being pregnant... and Summer being pregnant with *his* child. He looked at Summer in disbelief.
"Is this true?" He asked slowly. As she nodded he felt guilty at the arousal of joy that it brought to him.