Wow it's been FOREVER since I have updated. So sorry about that. Unless nobody is really reading this story, and in that case, never mind!
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Once It Comes, It Never Goes
Summer wiped her sweaty palms on her jeans. Where the hell was Cohen anyway? He was the one that had suggested the apology to Marissa. And now he suddenly remembered he had to CALL HIS MOM?
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Seth scrambled down the steps of the dorm as fast as he could. That was one rage blackout waiting to happen, that he could live without. And he really did have to call his mom…no really!
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Marissa wiped the black circles from under her eyes away, and stared into the mirror pitifully. Ugh. Why did Summer have to be such a bitch sometimes? She knew she hadn't been totally serious. But the fact that she had said it all, was enough to make Marissa's blood boil. Just then she heard two short knocks on her door.
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"Ryan? Can you get the door?" Marissa yelled from the bathroom.
Ryan heaved a deep sigh. He had a pretty good idea who was behind the door. And he had a pretty good idea what was going to happen when he opened it. Typical Summer and Marissa. The first initial apology NEVER went well. He swung the door open.
"Hey Ryan…um is Marissa here?" Summer asked in a soft voice.
"Uh…yeah. She's in the bathroom. Hey Ris? I'm going for a walk okay?" Ryan quickly answered, and then yelled towards the bathroom.
"Sure Ry…who's at the door?" Marissa answered as she exited the bathroom, just as Ryan darted out the front, muttering a goodbye to Summer. "Oh. It's you."
Summer's eyes narrowed slightly, but she composed herself enough to hold in the string of remarks just waiting to burst out of her. "Yeah. It's me."
"What do you want?" Marissa asked coldly.
"I just wanted to say I was…sorry."
"Oh, so your sorry now? I get it. When Seth was being hurt, you felt like you could hurt me. But now that everything is just peachy between you two, you finally remember poor old Marissa?"
"Coop! That's not how it is and you know it!"
"If this is how it's going to be, fine. Whatever. I already told you that I don't need you. If you're just going to keep playing games, you can just stick it up you ass." Marissa retorted nastily.
Summer's eyes widened in shock.
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Seth heard footsteps behind him, and turned around to see Ryan coming towards him.
"Quick exit huh?" Seth asked.
Ryan just looked at him.
"Oh, I see how it is then. Ooooh sssss burn"
Ryan just smirked. "No. I'm just sick of their stupid little games."
"You and me both man."
"How did Summer come up with the idea of apologizing first? If it was you, I swear to God…"
Seth just shot Ryan a guilty look.
"Are you STUPID? Their first apologies never work out."
"I know, I know. I just thought, you know, we are actually are in college now, so I kinda figured they would start acting like it?"
Ryan just looked. "Dude. Seriously."
"Yeah you're right. Stupid."
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Summer could feel the tears forming behind her eyes. "You know what? We're not thinking logically…we're saying things we don't mean…"
"No, I don't think so Summer. I mean every single thing I've said. And if you don't GET that already, then too bad for you!"
"Too bad for me huh? Well, I guess too bad for you, because I DIDN'T mean any of the things I said. And if you really did, like you said, then I'm sorry. I'M SORRY. I'm sorry that you aren't secure enough in yourself, that you need to break other people down. And I'm sorry that you feel the need to diss Cohen. I'm just sorry ok? I'm sorry, and GOODBYE."
With that, Summer whirled around, slamming the door behind her, leaving Marissa standing in shock, a single tear running down her cheek.
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"Cohen. I need to get out of here." Summer yelled, grabbing his hand.
"Summer! What happened? Did you make up? Are you BFF's again?"
"First of all. Don't say BFF's. It's feminine. And second of all, I'm never talking to that little whore ever again."
Seth's mouth dropped open. It was the usual thing, he assumed. But Marissa a whore? This was something new. It actually sounded pretty serious, pretty mean.
"Sum? Isn't that a little harsh?" Seth asked, glancing at an uncomfortable Ryan.
Summer just glared, pulling Seth away from the door. "Let's go."
Seth tried to wave to Ryan, but he had already gone. "Summer. Seriously. What the HELL is going on?"
"She was just talking crap about…about EVERYTHING!"
"No. She probably was talking about something in particular. Now what was it?"
"Cohen."
"Summer."
Summer sighed, and turned to him slowly. "She was talking about you, alright? You and me."
Sorry about the lack of update.
Lately I've been reading some really mean reviews on other people's stories. I just want to say, that nobody deserves to be told their stories are crap. And definitely not to be criticized for their age, and writing skills. CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is a completely different thing than plain old criticism. Some people really just need to get over themselves, and their power trip.
Ok…phew glad to get that off my chest! When something gets me mad, I just get mad! If anyone agrees with me, please tell me, so I'm not the only one that feels like this.
By the way, reviews are appreciated, but if you feel the need for harsh criticism, save it!
Ok that's it!