Based on spoilers for an upcoming season 3 episode.
Marissa is with Volchok. Ryan is single. Seth and Summer aren't in this story but let's just say they're together and happy. Lol. This is at a school dance.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with the OC
Marissa was starting to worry. Volchok had said he was going to get drinks at least 30 minutes ago. She knew he liked to drink but surely he'd let her know if he was expecting to get drunk and leave? These past few weeks with him had been really stressful. She no longer felt like the girlfriend. Her new roll had seemed to become the mother. And she didn't like that at all. She was barely responsible enough to take care of herself let alone some guy that had way more issues then herself. And that's saying a lot. She missed Ryan. He would never pull one of these disappearing acts that seemed to be occurring with Volchok more and more as the days went by. Ryan always seemed to be the responsible one. She guessed that was because he was used to taking care of people who needed his help. First his mom, then his brother, and Marissa hadn't done anything to help either. Looking back, Marissa did nothing but expect Ryan to make all her problems go away while they were dating. She had to admit, even though they weren't a couple anymore, she half expected him to come through those doors and fix all her problems in her life. Including Volchok. Sure, she was a selfish bitch at times but there wasn't one girl who had been raised in Newport that wasn't.
Almost as if they were joined by some force Ryan walked in, looking incredible, just as she was thinking about their past relationships. He glanced over in her direction and as soon as their eyes met he quickly turned around and started walking away. Things between them had been shaky ever since she had hooked up with Volchok. She had had enough of this. She missed him. She wanted him back and she'd be damned if she wasted another minute wallowing in her self pity when she could be getting Ryan back. To hell with Volchok. It was obvious the old spark was gone.
"Hey Ry," Ry was the nickname she had used with him when they had just started dating. Hopefully he'd catch this subtle hint she was throwing out.
"Uh, hey." Marissa stopped herself from smiling. She thought his inability to form a sentence when he was flustered or nervous was adorable. She loved him with every inch of her heart. She had just been using Volchok as a cover up until the time was right for them to get back together. She didn't know this but now as they stood only feet apart all her old feelings for him came rushing back to her. "Nice dance. Uh, the decorations are nice. Umm..." Ryan trailed off picking at his jacket sleeve. Marissa knew this was a habit of his he did whenever he was nervous.
"Oh, yeah. Um… a dance isn't really a dance if you don't... you know…. Dance." She cringed at her painstakingly obvious attempt to get him to dance with her.
"Yeah, I know what you mean." Ryan seemed to be getting his old confidence back once she had made the first move. A cocky half smile came onto his face as he said the three words she had been longing to hear ever since he had arrived. "You wanna dance?" he held his hand out to her to take.
She took it just like she had at the cotillion when Ryan had been her last minute escort. She smiled sweetly at him, all thoughts of Volchok racing out of her mind. As they started to sway to the music she became lost in his strong arms that were loose but tight enough to give her a sense of security. She had missed this feeling. With Volchok it was never like this. Volchok. Shit. When she took her head off Ryan's shoulder she looked over to the door and saw him glaring menacingly at Ryan. Before she could say anything to Ryan, Volchok started to walk over.
"Ryan, Volchok's coming. Let me go. He's gonna get so mad." Ryan quickly took his arms off of her and turned around just in time for Volchok to swing a hard punch at Ryan's jaw.
The force of the blow knocked Ryan unsteady but he stayed on his feet. Before Volchok could get another punch in Ryan had thrown a punch to the side of his face and pushed him so hard that he fell on his back. As Volchok hit the floor the music seemed to stop and everybody stood around the two fighting boys watching their frantic fight. Marissa was blocked from trying to get into the circle to stop the fight by the crowd of people that had formed. All she could hear were grunts from the occupants of the circle and gasps from the people around. She could also hear the horrible sound of fists hitting flesh. After what seemed forever the sounds stopped and a teacher could be heard from the inside of the circle.
"What the hell is going on here?" Dr. Kim's angry voice could be heard yelling at the two bodies on the gym floor. "I want the two of you out of this dance at once! Get out! Mr. Atwood, I'll be calling Sandy and Kirsten about this. And you, whoever you are, I don't ever want to see you on my school's property again."
The crowd dispersed as Ryan and Volchok walked out beside each other glaring daggers at each other. Ryan had a split lip and a nice shiner on his right cheekbone. Volchok was sporting a black eye and a bloody nose. Both boys hair was disheveled.
Volchok walked over to Marissa and hissed under his breath, "this is over. You and me? Done. I don't ever want to see your preppy little face again you slut. Stay away from me. You and your boyfriend can both go to hell." With that Volchok walked away leaving Marissa standing there.
She didn't realize she was staring at the door until Ryan came up and put an arm around her shoulders.
"Come on, let's get out of here," he said steering her towards the door.
Marissa knew that she should be feeling sad that she was just dumped in front of the majority of her school but as she walked towards her car with Ryan's arm around her waist she realized this is what she had wanted all along. And she was happy. Now her life could get back to normal. A loving family, a good future, and she finally had Ryan back in her life.
Yes, she thought, this is definitely what I want.
