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Chapter Twenty Six

"And where do you think you two have been?" Their teacher's shrilling voice, made Summer shiver underneath her magnifying glare. She felt everyone's eyes on them two, "Care to explain?" She pressed, realizing neither Seth nor Summer were answering. Summer smiled gently at Seth, in a way that told him, 'You really didn't have to wait up; I could have handled it on my own.'

Seth just shook his head as he grinned, and Summer understood his expression to mean, 'How could I have left you alone?' . Summer giggled quietly, as she looked up at her teacher, and pouted gently, "Sorry, Mrs. Seth, being the gentleman he is, made sure I was feeling better after I tried some of today's cafeteria food; just to clear things up, it wasn't very good." Summer shrugged, as she looked up at her teacher hopefully. She scuffed, and raised her eyebrow, staring at Summer's hand.

"So it is true." She grinned, and Summer looked at Seth, unknowingly. Their teacher sighed, "I thought it was a stupid rumour, but I'm seeing it with my own eyes. My darlings, congratulations." She said sophisticatedly, as she quickly shook her head, and returned back to the lesson, "Mr. Cohen, and Miss Roberts, please get the notes from somebody." She said gently, and with a smile, as she turned back to the board.

Seth extended his hand, and put it on Summer's shoulder, while Summer grinned with pride. Even the teachers thought that their marriage was simply an absurd rumour, but Seth and Summer knew better. She smiled, as she closed her eyes, wondering when exactly it would take place, and whether or not it would be as perfect as she had always imagined it to be. Summer exhaled, as she looked up, concentrating on the lesson for once in her life. Seth glanced at her, her expression intrigued, but constantly happy. He wondered, what was so different about this girl that he had fallen in love with?

The answer was everything.

Seth felt so obscured by the fact, that even the way Summer tucked her hair behind her ear, was different. He wondered, was he the one that had changed her so much? He gently let his hand slide to his side, as he continued to stare at her. Summer turned around, and smiled at him gently, and she turned back around, tapping her pencil on her notes. When Seth met Summer, she was cold, and bitter to him. She would never have given him the chance in the day; and now? He basically, could not imagine life without the beautiful brunette.

"Okay class. Project time. How many of you were actually listening?" Summer's hand flung into the air proudly, as she giggled when everyone's eyes turned to her in utter dismay, "Surprise, surprise. Miss Roberts actually joined us, today." Her teacher looked at her, obviously impressed, "If you could be so kind, as to explain what I had just said, for some students who weren't as careful as you, Miss Roberts?" She asked, and Summer gladly started.

For some reason, it felt good to be known as something more, than a bitch, "We have a project, and we get to choose a partner- Hands off, Cohen, ladies-," She added, and the class laughed, "No seriously." She said quickly, looking around, "Anyway, we have to write about," And so forth. The class was staring at Summer deeply, as she explained the entire script with such detail, and precision.

"Now, Miss Roberts, I really am impressed. It was like you recorded me, or something." She smiled, "This weekend please read pages 421- 427 in your textbooks, and answer the questions on page 428- please." She said, with a peculiar smile on her face. She glanced at Summer for a moment, "Miss Roberts, I'd actually like to speak to you in the hall for a moment." Summer looked shocked, as she frantically searched for things she might have done wrong, "Don't worry, Summer." Her teacher reassured gently. Summer followed her outside. Seth glanced at her quizzically, and Summer simply shrugged. Once they were in a somewhat quieter environment, her teacher started to speak gently, so that her classroom could not hear, "Summer, I'm very flattered that you've been listening so well to my lesson." She started,

"But…" Summer continued for her, almost anticipating something horribly wrong to smother her hopes.

"But even just listening, won't pull up your average, sweetie." She bit her lip, "Now I know, that you're slowly nearing senior year, and I know how it is, Miss Roberts, but you need to ace this project in order to get yourself a somewhat satisfactory grade." Her teacher looked disappointed, as she gave a vain smile to Summer.

"So what does this mean?" Summer asked, still trying to absorb the news. It's not like she hadn't known that she was doing really badly in this class, but just to hear it from her course teacher, made it all the more severe.

"It means, that if you're planning a wedding, and summer school is in your way, it might complicate a few things." She said worriedly, "Don't get me wrong Miss Roberts, I'm very happy for you, and your fiancé, but I just don't want something like summer school ruining your moment. I just figured summer would be the best time to hold such an event," She lowered her eyes, and Summer bit her lip.

"Well, yeah but," Summer didn't know what to say. She folded her arms in front of her, as though a cold breeze had tickled her skin, "And if I don't do very well on this project?" Summer asked, her face showing obvious fear.

"Well, I can always give you a few extra-credit assignments, but they wouldn't be worth much; enough to bump your percentage up a little bit." She frowned, "However, if there is something you do not understand in the course, you must tell me, and we can organize a mutually applicable time to clear things up."

"You know I can't do that, right now. Everything is just so cramped and busy, and with the wedding coming up, I can't do much with my tight schedule." Summer was whimpering, as she desperately tried to gather a few extra thoughts, "Okay, I honestly don't know what's getting into me, because usually, I wouldn't have cared less, and you know that. Anyway, it's my wedding for God's sake." She tried to let a small giggle spill, "Okay, I'll let you know what I need help on, if that's okay, and then we can plan something out?" Summer looked up, distress brimming her eyes.

"Sounds like a plan, dear." She said, as she touched her shoulder, "I've watched you change so intensely, Miss Roberts, and I can safely say it's for the better- You can thank Mr. Cohen for that." She grinned, "Let's get to class, shall we?" Summer looked up at her graying hair, and the soft wrinkles floating around her eyes- something about her teacher's eyes, made her feel saddened, for no particular reason. She figured she would never find out, anyway.