Chapter Nineteen
"Teresa, I can't stay here." Ryan admitted, standing up from the sofa nervously. "I'm sorry, but I can't do this. I'll send you money for the baby, I'll do anything for you- but I can't be here." Ryan looked at Teresa who was looked extremely hurt.
"Ryan! You're just going to leave me?" Teresa got up, and walked close to Ryan- so close that their noses were about to graze, and lips about to touch. Every time Teresa spoke, Ryan could feel her warm breath against his skin. "Ryan. Baby. Don't get afraid. You did this to me. I couldn't made myself pregnant. Your little soldiers helped in this. You can't run away now. You're responsible for this baby, whether you like it or not. You're the father. My baby needs a male figure. You took the liberty to f uck me, please take the liberty to help me raise my child." Teresa's voice tensioned as she leaned over to Ryan to give him a kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and pushed him against the nearest wall in the room. She once more pressed her body gently against his, every once in a while lowering her hands to touch his waist, and tease his t-shirt. Ryan obediently started to play with her shirt, caressing her waist gradually. Teresa, soon breathless, pulled away.
"See Ryan. It wasn't that bad. You still have that touch, I remember. You've been practising, eh?" Teresa asked. She had this cruel glimmer in her eye, as if she was planning some evil scheme.
"Practising? On who?" Ryan said dumbly.
"Marissa. I'm not stupid. Did you f uck her too? Because I wouldn't be surprised if she were pregnant." Teresa said deviously.
"Actually, no I didn't." Ryan said, teasing Teresa's neck with his lips- peppering it with kisses. After a few minutes, he incorporated his tongue in swift motions against her neck, tasting Teresa's flesh around her collar bone, moving slowly toward her breasts. Teresa pulled him away.
"I told you, you'd learn to love me." Teresa pushed him against the wall once more, tired of his gentle teasing, and she bit his lip seductively entangling her own tongue in vast directions around his mouth.
"Hey, Sum? He's not there. Where else can we look?" Seth hollered into his cell phone.
"What? You were sure he'd be there, Cohen! I was sure he'd be there, too." Summer yelped, confused.
"Well, he's not. Where can you pick me up, baby?" Seth asked.
A while after an exceptional arrangement, Seth exchanged spots with Summer once more, leaving her in the backseat and Seth in the driver's seat. Marissa sat blankly in the passenger seat, her pale growing gradually paler. "You didn't find him?" Marissa gulped.
"Sorry, hun. Seth had no luck." Summer intervened before Seth could say anything.
'Where'd ya look?" Marissa turned to look at Seth, wanting him to reply this time.
"Everywhere. I went inside every bar on the north side of town. I asked in every house. Absolutely everywhere." Seth said.
"Every house, eh? Even Teresa's?" Marissa asked, puzzled.
"Well, no. Of course not." Seth replied.
"Go to Teresa's house. Now." Marissa said in a harsh tone, that Seth couldn't resist following. He drove toward Teresa's home. Seconds later, Marissa jumped out of the car, and she rang the door bell, standing anticipatedly outside.
"Don't answer it." Ryan urged in between his kisses, when he heard the door bell crash into his ears.
"I have to, baby. But I promise, I'll be back for more." Teresa left the room, and she went to open the door. "Marissa. What a neat surprise. Are you looking for Ryan too?" Teresa said curiously.
"Uh, yeah. Was Seth here?" Marissa asked, slightly annoyed by the fact that Seth lied to her.
"Yes, he was. At least you didn't make up the cheap excuse of playing hide 'n go seek," Teresa laughed. "But Ryan's here. I didn't want to tell Seth that because we were, 'busy'." Marissa gulped in pain, knowing Ryan had probably been making out with Teresa. Marissa stared impassively at Teresa's stomach, and before she could ask, Teresa answered, "Yeah. I'm still pregnant."
"You lied?" Marissa asked, referring to the time when Teresa lied about her pregnancy so that Ryan could be with Marissa.
"Yeah. But you know, because my mother died and everything, I can't raise this kid alone. That's why this time, you're not getting him back." Teresa said in a fierce, yet emotionless voice. When Marissa walked into the living room, she saw most of Ryan's clothes scattered on the ground, as he lay on the sofa, with nothing but his boxers on. Ryan jumped up from the sofa, looking for a cover- he grabbed his pants first and jumped into them. It was completely clear to Marissa that they had been slightly 'busy' in Teresa's exact words. Little did she know, Ryan only wanted a little bit more pleasure, not knowing Teresa would want to stir more conflict into the whole situation by inviting Marissa inside.
"What are you doing here?" Ryan asked, as he sighed nervously.
"Actually, maybe I should call Summer and Seth, too? Considering we've been looking for your inconsiderate a ss for hours now. Why don't I call them?" Marissa pulled out her cellphone, looking at Ryan's face- plastered with perplexity. "Hey Sum. Guess who I found?" Marissa mmhmed, and aha-ed, and she said once more, "The door's open. Feel free to come in and see what I see." Marissa clicked her phone off, and smiled at Ryan, pretending to be unaffected.
"Marissa, please just go. You weren't supposed to find me," Marissa interrupted Ryan's excuses.
"Just like I wasn't supposed to find out about what you said earlier? I'm so sorry that I'm constantly in your way, Ryan. I'm sorry if I love you." Marissa said as sarcastically as she could manage.
"You don't love him, Marissa Cooper." Teresa intervened, and went to stand beside Ryan. She wrapped herself intimately around his neck, as she started to kiss him meticulously. She caressed Ryan's tongue, right in front of Marissa. Teresa placed her hand on Ryan's behind, and started squeezing it, to make Marissa even more jealous. Although Ryan was still trying to react to this incredible kiss, Marissa was already quick at work.
"Thank God you're pregnant, or you'd be drenched in blood, b itch." Marissa threatened coldly. Teresa pulled away and grinned.
"Am I bothering you, princess?" Teresa arched one eyebrow, to complete her evil face.
"Marissa, Teresa. Please. Just, relax both of you. Marissa, just leave." Before Ryan could blurt out anything else, Summer and Seth came crashing in.
"Marissa?" Summer called out from the foyer.
"Yeah, in here." Marissa replied in a loud voice, staring at Teresa like a hawk. Summer and Seth soon arrived.
"You guys JUST missed the drama! Princess Cooper just finished saying how if I wasn't pregnant I would be drenched in blood. I think a little b itch or too came up in the midst of the sentence. She said it right after I did this," Teresa swooped into show the three bystanders what she was capable of. This time, in addition to squeezing his butt intensely, she mimicked what she had done before- she slipped her hand gently down Ryan's pants, and started to wiggle her hands in the small enclosed space.
"You better wish you were dead, Teresa." Marissa said shaking her head. "Get the fuck off my man." Marissa said, pushing Teresa violently onto the sofa, so she could have a safe fall. Marissa then jumped on Ryan, pouncing on his with the most intense kiss she could conjure up. She led his hands under her shirt. When they were both breathless after a few minutes, Marissa whispered into Ryan's ear.
"Ryan, I love you. Don't leave me." Marissa begged. She then got off from on top of Ryan, Teresa practically growling at the sight.
"You didn't." Teresa said in an awed voice.
"Oh, I think I did." Marissa shrugged, smiling, seeing that her act made Teresa more jealous then ever.
"Hey, girls. Wanna fight over me for a little bit?" Seth interrupted so they wouldn't pounce on eachother.
"Actually Seth," Teresa said aroused. "I wouldn't mind getting myself a piece of that."
"Teresa! Are you drunk?" Summer finally announced, realising this definitely wasn't Teresa's usual character. Teresa was never so bold- yet comfortably shy and polite.
"Fuck no." Teresa said before wobbling off her feet, and vomiting on her carpet. The taste of vomit stung Teresa's throat, as she coughed hoarsely, and passed out.
"Marissa- about to b itch slap with a drunk?" Summer asked frivolously, about to laugh.
"I'm not gunna let a drunk, or no drunk kiss Ryan." Marissa looked at Ryan meaningfully, hoping he would take her in his arms, and kiss her romantically. Say I'm sorry, and I love you…
"Marissa, we're not together anymore. I have my responsibilities. I may not love Teresa as much as I love you, but I can' t leave her. Her mother died. Marissa, don't be a bitch about this. If you were pregnant then I'd be with you. But you're not. So I have Teresa as my main priority. I'm going to be a father." Ryan announced maturely, swallowing the wad of spit that flooded his face after this whole drama.
Marissa started to cry, pain shattering her pride, embarrassment shattering her dignity, "Then fuck me please, so we could be together forever." Marissa turned to Seth and Summer who tucked her into a tight hug, so she could cry out all of her troubles. At this point, Ryan was watching Marissa bawl into Seth's and Summer's shoulders as they both hugged her securely. Seth's eyes met with Ryan's, and Seth started to nod his head in disappointment. Even Seth knew that Ryan had messed up Marissa's life, once more, meaninglessly. Why did he even go over to Teresa's? She was none of his business. Sure she was pregnant, but they had dealt with that. It was over. The past. Marissa was Ryan's present- if he had allowed it, she would be his splendered future