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Chapter Twenty Five (PART II)

Summer glared at Daniel, as he passed her in the hallway. He quickly looked away, and Summer smirked to herself, knowing he was afraid. As she passed him, she felt his eyes trailing her body, and she reluctantly turned around,

"What are you looking at Brooke?" She hissed, as she kept her steady, and unfaltering gaze locked with his intimidated stare. He pretended not to know anything, but Summer did not buy the concept.

"I, er… wasn't." He muttered, as he turned to leave. Summer marched back up to him, as she turned him around, huffing under her nose.

"Brooke! I swear to God, you're getting on my last nerve." She growled, and she could tell many of the passing students were intrigued by the situation- they started to circle around the two, but Summer could not care less. She noticed how Daniel's cheeks were starting to burn- inside, she felt her satisfaction rising, "Listen, punk, I don't want to hear anything from you, and see anything of you, any more in my life, or in my fucking fiancé's life, cause God, you just don't get it!" She snapped, as if all this time she were bottling up all her silent hate towards Daniel, "I don't like you." She said in a whiny tone, and she could tell everyone around her was giggling- she could tell nobody wanted to be in Daniel's dumbstruck position, "Listen, Brooke, if you ever speak to me, look at me, or say anything about my existence, I will rip out your jugular." (Author's note: Sorry guys, I have been waiting to use the 'rip out your jugular' for SO long! It's Summer's bestest quote… LOL.)

Summer pranced off, knowing that Daniel didn't know what a jugular even was. She flared her hand in the air, "Brooke, I know you're still staring at me, you loser." She called from down the hall. She was in much too much of a hurry to continue telling him off, but still, she felt happiness swelling inside of her.

Her body didn't register the fact that Daniel Brooke's was running after her. What more she couldn't register, was that he was tapping her shoulder. She quickly slapped his hand away, and she knew she couldn't tolerate it any longer.

"BROOKE!" Her shattering voice filtered the hallway. Everyone's heads turned, and she knew she was in the centre of attention again. People were just staring at Daniel, shaking their heads, as if notifying him that he had gotten her angrier than anyone had seen her before.

"Wait!" He spurted out violently, as he looked at the crowd nervously.

"No." Summer said quickly, "What do you not understand about 'LEAVE ME ALONE'?" At this point she was yelling louder than her entire body could comprehend. Her eyes were vicious and cold, and her insides were trembling, wondering why Daniel- a jock- allowed her to make such a fool of him.

"I don't want to fight." He whimpered softly, and Summer inhaled deeply. She rolled her eyes,

"Little late for that, isn't it?" She squealed, as she pressed her lips together. She felt her eyelids close, as she touched her forehead with the tips of her fingers. The other hand settled on her hip, as she resumed a comfortable standing position. Summer's glare did not waver, and she continued to stare at Daniel's frightened expression.

"Summer," He started again, more sternly, "I don't want to fight."

"Why? Cause you want to get in bed? Is that why you don't want to fight? It'll be easier that way to break Seth and me apart, right?" She asked, looking at all perspectives of the situation. Daniel looked at her confused, "I don't want anything to do with you, Brooke." She managed to say, before Daniel interrupted her.

"I don't want to get you in bed." He said harshly, "Now you listen; if I can't win your heart over, I might as well be on speaking terms with you, Summer. So do what you want, but I don't want to fight." He repeated, as his eyes showed nothing but a certain peace, and calmness.

"Yeah, you don't want to fight 'cause you know I can kick your ass." She said, as she jogged down the hallway, leaving Daniel alone, bystanders' eyes piercing his skin. When Summer realized that Daniel wouldn't follow her further, she leant against a nearby locker. She sunk down to the floor, as the bell announcing the beginning of the period rung vilely. She closed her eyes, as she exhaled deeply, for once- relieved.

"Sum," Seth's soft voice, startled Summer as she opened her eyes quickly. Seth sat down beside her as he cuddled her into his arms firmly, squeezing her troubles away, "Rumour has it, that you told off Brooke again." Seth smiled to himself proudly. Summer groaned,

"I don't want to talk about it." She sniffled, as she pulled a tear away from her cheek. Seth looked at her surprised, wondering why she was crying.

"Why are you crying, Sum?" He asked, his voice showing apparent dismay. Summer shook her head, as she tried to calm herself down,

"You know, I don't know." Summer laughed, as she shrugged desperately, "I feel really bad in a way, and I'm just scared that Daniel's going to pull something… something really stupid, that's going to break us apart." Summer laughed again, rubbing the tears out of her eyes, "Stupid, eh?" He voice was a little shaky, and Seth pulled her closer.

"Nothing, Summer Roberts, will break us apart now." He said, as he touched her lips with his, breaking the sadness with a slow, and soft kiss. Summer smiled, as she turned to face Seth triumphantly.

Seth somehow knew that even Daniel and his mob wouldn't be able to break them apart. He knew that he and Summer were meant to be, and nothing would keep him away from the simple feeling of holding the petite girl in his arms. He cherished the feeling of her soft hair, when it touched his flesh, and more so, the feeling of her skin against his,

"Mr. Cohen, Miss Roberts; fancy seeing you here." Their calculus teacher glared at them, as his massive body hovered over the two intertwined bodies, "Class, or office- Take your pick, now would be nice." He said in a booming voice, that made the hallway shiver.

Summer gulped, "Class." She grabbed Seth's hand, as they sprinted to their next class, leaving the teacher analytically contemplating the situation, and whether or not he should report them.

Summer and Seth bounced into class, breathless, "Sorry Mrs.!" Summer squealed as she sat down in her seat. Her mind was even too clouded to think of an excuse.