Chapter Forty Four

Summer looked around anxiously, seeking Marissa's familiar face. Several times already had she walked the busy halls alone, in search of her best friend; several times this week. Summer smiled to herself slowly, as she lowered her eyes. She realised Marissa was probably hungover, and what not. Wild night; maybe. Summer tried to hold back her worry, as she wondered what party Marissa had attended that Summer wasn't invited to. Marissa would tell her if there was a party, right? She let her self-consciousness dwindle when she saw her perky boyfriend walk up to her. Summer locked eyes with him, as he pulled out a little gift from behind him. Summer gazed from the gift, to Seth's face in awe. A gift wasn't necessary, Summer thought.

"Open it." Seth nodded as he forwarded his girlfriend to open the neatly packaged box. Summer held the box lightly, in her hand weighing it subconsciously- wondering what it was. When her fingertips touched the edge of the wrapping paper, she curiously tore it off. Under the wrapping paper she saw a small white box. Her fingers were surging with excitement as they steadily opened the box, under Seth's gaze. When she opened the box, she was shocked to see a pair of white gold, diamond earrings placed carefully in the centre of the small box. Summer held them up with a beaming look on her gentle face. Seth felt fulfilled when he saw Summer's face.

"Seth," Summer was speechless and Seth knew it. He just walked up to her and kissed her gently on her lips. As he pulled away, her big, chocolaty eyes were still closed from the satisfaction. She enjoyed Seth's lips against hers'- the feeling was gratifying.

"You're more than welcome, Summer." Seth breathed to Summer, as he towered over the small, brunette. Seth tangled his fingers with hers' as he walked forward to his next class- conveniently, that was the class they shared. Summer walked with Seth quickly, with a huge smile on her face, and the unwrapped package in her free hand. Seth, occasionally looked at Summer to absorb her beauty. He couldn't just look at her without his heart bouncing from its spot; nevertheless, Seth enjoyed the feeling and he admired the girl who gave that feeling to him. He wasn't quite sure what love was, but then again he wasn't sure if anything better than what he had existed. Summer felt the same way in her own way- usually it was covered up by her hope to be the boss of a relationship.

The two walked superiorly toward the classroom. Little freshman students gazed at the couple thinking one thing- I wish I could be like those two; they're so in love; I want that, just that; They're so cute. Okay, maybe that wasn't one thing- but they thought many more. From little students, to the sophomores, juniors to seniors; they all thought the same thing. They envied the two for what they had established together. Summer and Seth imagined that in their school yearbook, in the 'Most Likely…' section, they would definitely hit the 'Most Likely to marry their high school sweetheart' chapter. They had absolutely no doubts. Summer smiled as she realised she hadn't ever had this with any other guy.

She sat down loyally beside her boyfriend, in the back of the classroom. There, they could easily pass sweet notes to each other that needn't to be relinquished to the teacher as the teacher did not notice. Summer started to write a few words on a pink sheet of stationery in her black thin-tip pen. Her distinct writing made Seth smile when he read it only a few minutes later.

'What would my life be without you?' Seth read to himself. He loved when Summer asked him such questions- there were so many replies he could consider, most one-word answers. He loved when Summer made the relationship seem indispensable. What the heck; he just loved her. Seth thought for a second, as he noticed the teacher walking into the classroom brusquely. The teacher flipped her hair, as she breathed heavily- an evident sign of a hefty run. Seth thought of a clever response, and passed the note back to Summer.

'Hell.' Summer nodded seeing the truth behind that; she smiled harder when she realised that was the answer she was thinking about in her head. Summer started write something further, when she passed the note back to Seth, their hands met. Summer grinned as she turned her head to avoid suspicion. Seth beamed as he recalled the gentle touch of the beautiful girl that somehow, had fallen in love with him.

'What are you doing today?' Seth started to write quickly. He threw the note so effortlessly, the it plopped straight on Summer's desk. Although she was startled, she blinked graciously at the site of the crumpled paper- inside she couldn't wait to read it.

'Anything you want.' She read what Seth wrote. She almost laughed out loud, as she started to write a reply. She gave the note back to Seth.

'I want a lot. What are you up for?' Seth grinned- the sad truth, but he didn't dare say it. He scratched a few words down, and he gave the note back to Summer.

'Anything you want.' Seth repeated. Summer rolled her eyes, as her smile revealed a snazzy set of bleach-white teeth. She sighed as she wrote something. Seth retrieved the note.

'Manicure?' Seth giggled a little childish laugh. The teacher shot a glare at the now, innocent teens, as she continued to do the work she was doing prior to the interruption. Seth wrote back, and gave the note to Summer.

'Nice idea. I was thinking more on the lines of hanging out in the evening, candlelight dinner, and whatever happens next is beyond my control.' Summer raised her eyebrow as she imagined what Seth was thinking about. She wrote back.

'Someone's a little horny.' Seth read, as he grinned. He turned to face Summer, who had been watching him all along. He shrugged- it made Summer laugh inhumanely.

"Summer Roberts, what is so funny?" The teacher barked from her chair. Summer started to squeak when she attempted to reply so she cleared her voice.

"Nothing, Miss. Sorry about that." Summer said, and somehow managed to get the teacher off her back.

'Someone's a little naughty- don't get in more trouble now Summer.' Summer read as she contained her laughed when she read Seth's little note.

'I won't, don't worry. No more notes. Love you; bye. Don't want more trouble. 3' Seth read as he melted in his seat. He wanted to write more to Summer, somehow it pleased him. He almost giggled out loud at Summer's attempt to draw a heart. When Summer noticed him laughing, she almost punched his shoulder, but she realised it would get them into more trouble. So she held it in for later.

The bell rang its atrocious almost laughter- mocking the children as they trudged out of their classrooms. Summer glared at Seth, as she playfully punched the wise guy. "Don't you laugh at my drawing." Summer said fiercely, as Seth winced. He scratched the part where Summer apparently hit very "gently". He tried not to reveal that her effortless punch was actually quite painful.

"Well you have to admit, you're a tad better than Picasso, n'est-ce-que pas?" Seth asked.

"That's French, you moron." Summer let out a beaming laugh, as she contemplated Seth's intellectuality. Summer, realising Seth didn't quite catch it continued, "Picasso, was Italian." Summer said as if speaking to a kindergartner. "Please don't mix Italian with French, smart aS."

"Just proves how smart you are, Summy-boo. Picasso was born in Spain. BOO YAH!" Seth called out proudly, "See, sweetheart, I'm not such an idiot!" Seth smiled.

"Seth," Summer made a sour looking face, "Please never call me Summy-boo again. Not only was it random, it's ugly too. Summer's fine, thanks." She smiled, when Seth showed rough signs of comprehension.

"What's wrong with Summy-boo?" Seth looked at Summer, as if he was suffering an agonizing death. When she glared at him, he looked away, "Okay," He said slowly, "Summer is really fine!" Summer nodded.

"Let's go home." Summer said quietly, showing exhaustion after the whole day.