Chapter 10: Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off: Part 2
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Author's Note: I hate how long it's taken for me to right a new chapter. I'm sorry. So here I am, writing it right now. I hope it'll turn out good. I've really been looking forward to updating and writing this chapter. I spent a bit of time on this chapter, the most on any of the other chapters, so I really hope you like it. Once again, I'm sorry about the wait. But it's long and over 3,000 words so I hope that makes up for it. :
This chapter is the reception, taking place after the wedding. Summer and Seth will have some encounters. Oh, the drama. Please read and review. xxx
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"Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off"
Panic! At The Disco
I've Got More Wit, A Better Kiss
A Hotter Touch, A Better Fuck
Summer pressed herself up harder against Seth, loving the feeling of his skin on her's. As she continued to eliminate any space that was remaining between the two of them, Seth found himself falling backwards. He reluctantly pulled he his hand away from Summer's form to grasp for something to cling to. He quickly found the wall. Desperate to regain more contact with Summer, Seth pulled her even closer. Neither of them were going to be able to take this much longer.
Seth was the first to pull away. Summer winced at the lack of contact between the two of them. Practically panting Seth somehow managed to spit out some gargled words. "Let's go for a drive."
Summer had been able to compose herself more quickly then Seth had. She stared at him. She did not come over here to go for a drive. Then again, why did she come over? Not able to scrounge up a reason, Summer dropped her gaze from Seth to the floor. Still heaving, Seth grabbed hold of Summer's hand and pulled her towards the door. "Let's go," he whispered into her ear, all the while pressing himself up against her.
Biting her lip, Summer shyly smiled and looked into Seth's eyes, nodding. "Okay."
Than Any Boy You'll Ever Meet,
Sweetie You Had Me
Looking around the crowded room, filled with family and friends, Summer felt a little bit better. She didn't feel the need to throw up everything she had to eat that day – and from the past week as well. She was married. Summer Roberts was fucking married! She was excited. She was happy. She was positively glowing.
But then she noticed him. Her eyes fell upon him. Next, she noticed the girl he was with. The same girl he had been with during the ceremony and on the pier that one day. They were standing off to the side in the corner whispering to each other. A pang of jealousy shot through Summer before she could think, 'I'm married to Ian, dammit!'
Summer quickly looked down to the floor to regain her composure. As she raised her eyes she was met with Seth's gaze, however. Summer was stuck. She didn't know what to do. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Seth recognized this and simply smirked back.
His smirk said everything. Everything that Summer had always feared he would say.
Girl I Was It, Look Past The Sweat
A Better Love Deserving Of
Summer excused herself from her husband's – how strange that sounded to her ears – side, so that she could regain some control over herself. She hurriedly walked to the bathroom, trying not to bring any attention to herself. She made it, without being stopped for congratulations. Locking the door of the bathroom, Summer let out a sigh of relief as she her body slid down the door, to the floor.
'Deep breath. It was going to be okay. It would all work out. Seth doesn't mean anything anymore. Deep breath. The girl he's with isn't even pretty. Deep breath. I love Ian. I love Ian. Oh Ian. I really do love him. Deep breath. Get the look that graced Seth's face out of your head, Summer! Deep breath.' These were the types of thoughts running through her head as she sat there, on the floor of the hotel's bathroom. Taking a look around, she noticed it wasn't dirty or gross. It was rather clean and luxurious. But Summer couldn't spend the entire night hiding out in the bathroom. It was her wedding reception. Besides, she couldn't let Seth win this game he seemed so intent on playing.
Even before Summer stood up, freshened herself up and opened the door to rejoin the party, she knew she wouldn't be able to get Seth's knowing look out of her head.
Exchanging Body Heat In The Passenger Seat
You Know It Will Always Just Be Me
Seth and Summer entered the car without a word. In fact, they didn't even utter a word in the car. It was just silence. And the silence was deafening. Neither of them knew exactly where this was leading to or what was going to happen next. They both seemed to have forgotten Summer was getting married the very next day. Seth just drove and drove. He didn't know why he had even suggested going for a drive in the first place. Now it seemed liked a stupid idea.
Or at least, it had.
No longer being able to stand the silence, Summer suddenly spoke out. "Stop the car, Seth."
Obeying, Seth stopped the car. He turned to look at Summer. "Why?"
"Because I said so. This is driving me crazy. You're driving me crazy."
"How so, Summer?" he whispered huskily into her ear. It suddenly became apparent that the space between them no longer existed.
"You've always drove me fucking crazy, Cohen," Summer bit back, seductively.
With that, for the second time that night, they were all over each other. Only this time, Cohen had been the one to initiate it. Summer was the one to drag them into the backseat, however.
Seth whimpered when he realized where this was heading. Summer's touch did things to him. Seth couldn't be held responsible for what happened when Summer was involved.
Seth knew if Ian ever found out about this, he would most definitely not want to be held responsible for his and Summer's actions in the back seat of his car. Things were getting out of hand and fast, seeing as how his shirt was just thrown into the darkness of the car. The shirt was soon followed by his belt, which created a loud clink as it hit the ground. The two stopped at the sound, briefly wondering if they should be doing this. At this point, though, they were both too far gone to stop here.
They both knew where this backseat escapade was headed as Summer captured Seth's mouth in yet another heated kiss.
This was not at all what Ian had in mind when he convinced Summer to go out.
Let's Get These Teen Hearts Beating
Faster, Faster
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So I Guess We're Back To Us
Oh Camera Man, Swing The Focus
As Summer walked back up to her husband she made a conscious decision. She wasn't going to let Seth Cohen and his stupid bimbo ruin her wedding night. (Hadn't she already made that decision at the wedding ceremony?) In fact, she wasn't going to let Seth win this game either.
Saying this, Summer sneaked up behind her now husband and placed her hands around his waist. The gesture surprised him, that much was obvious due to his sudden jump, but it was clearly a good surprise. "Hi," she whispered into his ear.
Ian excused himself from some distant relatives who he didn't entirely know, noticing the look on Summer's face. She was up to something. That much he could tell. "Hey," he whispered back. "What's going on?"
"Whatever do you mean?" asked an oh-so innocent Summer. Yeah, she was definitely up to something.
Raising his eyebrows, about ready to make a silly remark back at his wife – how he loved, loved, loved the sound of that – Ian was cut off by Summer's lip attacking his own. Not that he minded, of course. Summer had a firm hold on the collar of his shirt and Ian knew that they needed to get to a more secluded area. An empty room. A bathroom. A janitor's closet. It didn't matter; just somewhere that was far away from all of these people.
Summer pulled away and leaned into him, so close that there was no longer any room between the two, and mumbled into his ear. Although there really stood no chance that anyone could hear what Summer had just offered to her husband, it was clear if you were studying them. The way Ian's face lit up into a smile that quickly turned to a smirk. The way Summer was also smirking as she practically slid herself off of Ian. How they both quickly glanced around to make sure the coast was clear before quickly exiting the room, to go God-knows-where and do God-knows-what. Not to mention, they staggered their exits. Summer gave Ian a 45-second head start.
Of course, nobody would be paying that much attention to him. They were all busy consuming as much alcohol as they could in the shortest amount of time. The goal among most of the guests, it seemed, was to get ridiculously drunk. Pretty fucking typical. Don't forget you had a room full of stuffy, rich Newport residents. The only way some of them could stand the mere thought of being around this person or that person was to be completely intoxicated.
Seth Cohen could feel himself getting more and more intoxicated. He hadn't so much as touched his drink though. It wasn't the alcohol getting to him here, it was Summer. He couldn't resist her. Being at her wedding kind of put a damper on that though. Her husband was right fucking there. And now the two of them were likely fucking right in there.
As Summer sauntered off to meet her husband in the previously decided location, with his eyes glued to her, Seth swore he saw Summer mouth "Ha" to him.
"Fuck."
Summer had turned the tables on him. The silly thing was, this game only existed in their heads. No one else knew about it. It was something they continued, despite the annoyance and grieve it caused both.
"What baby?" asked Brittney, latching herself onto Seth's side. "What's wrong? What's wrong with you Seth?" she demanded again, planting kisses here and there. Apparently Brittney didn't notice the mild look of disgust that danced it's way across Seth's face.
"Nothing," Seth muttered. "Nothing at all." With that he stood up and took of a swig of his drink. As he walked away he left a drunk Brittney sitting all by her lonesome, very confused.
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Now I Do Recall, That We're Just Getting To The Part
Where The Shock Sets In
Ian had returned to the reception, leaving Summer to fix herself up in the bathroom. The two had finished with each other and figured they couldn't leave their guests too much longer. Summer felt sick. This whole situation, the two of them running off to a bathroom, looked terrible. Granted, she knew most people were drunk of their faces so they would hardly notice the bride and groom leaving. The person she desperately wanted to notice had noticed.
And it killed her.
She was married. There was no going back. This game had gone too far. She couldn't toy with Ian's emotions like this. He wasn't a puppet.
She felt sick. She was going to throw up. She was going to spew her guts all over the floor. There was no way she could possibly go out there. Fuckfuckfuck. She couldn't keep herself locked up in the bathroom the whole night.
Oh God. Seth thought she had just fucked her husband. She hadn't! They had just messed around. As much as she hated to admit it, Summer was dreading that night. Everybody knows what happens on wedding nights. She couldn't do that. She couldn't go from sleeping with Cohen in the back of a car and then the next sleeping with her husband on their wedding night.
'Maybe you should have thought of that before you cornered Seth.'
And The Stomach Acid
Finds A New Way To Make You Get Sick
The backseat was getting uncomfortable. There was sweat sticking to Summer, and she was pretty sure it wasn't all her sweat. Sure, as much as she loved the feeling of Cohen on her, there was a reason she didn't play sports. Sweat equaled gross.
Her neck had a kink in it too. 'Note to self: never again in the backseat of a car,' thought Summer. Just no. Looking at her watch, it occurred to Summer that she should probably get home. Get some sleep. Have a shower. Wash Cohen off of her. Not in that particular order.
Seth jumped and hit his head. Summer's abrupt jump out of the car woke him from his daze. He groaned at the lack of contact between the two. He decided to take Summer's lead and pull his clothes back on. He stepped out of the car, all the while yanking his t-shirt on and was surprised to see Summer spilling her guts on the side of the road.
He didn't touch her though. Usually, when Summer would get sick he would help and comfort her. Not this time. She wasn't his to comfort. 'She isn't mine to fuck either, but that didn't stop you,' he thought. He pushed that away. Summer had come to him. Not the other way around. In fact, she was getting married the very next day, to the man who she was going to love forever and ever. He had no place. He didn't have to care about her at all. She had her soon-to-be husband. If she wanted to fuck him, he wasn't going to complain, but he didn't need to care.
Seth never was a convincing liar. He couldn't fool himself.
OoOoOoOoOoOOpening the door to the bathroom, Ryan wasn't all that surprised to see Summer sitting on the floor. He knew something was wrong. This whole marriage was wrong, but who was he to judge. He had held his tongue throughout the whole thing. He knew that Ian loved Summer and would treat her like any woman would dream of being treated until the day he died. He also knew that it wasn't a lie when Summer said she loved Ian.
What he knew best, however, was that it was a complete lie when Summer said she was over Seth.
Ryan crouched down the floor so he was sitting across from Summer. Nothing was said for a while. Nothing needed to be said.
"I slept with Seth last night," Summer confessed, breaking the silence.
"I know," was all Ryan offered before pulling her into a hug. She gladly accepted and silently sobbed into his shoulder.
"What am I supposed to do? It wasn't supposed to this way. It should have gone down differently. I screwed up. It's all my fault," quietly rambled Summer.
"Shh.. It'll be okay. You'll work things out." Ryan was doing his best to comfort the poor girl but he wasn't entirely sure what to do. He continued muttering comforting words into her ear while rubbing her back.
"It'll be okay, Sum. I promise," whispered Ryan, resting his chin on Summer's head as Summer continued to shake with emotion.
I Hope You Didn't Expect
That You'd Get All Of The Attention
After a good twenty minutes, Ryan left Summer to calm herself down and make her self presentable. As entered the hall, his eyes scanned the room. They settled on Seth. Not just on Seth, but on Seth clearly trying to convince that girl – Brianna was it? – he was with to come with him. Where though? It didn't take very long for Ryan to figure it out. Seth had probably set up some elaborate plan – in his mind – to make Summer jealous by dragging that girl – Bethany maybe? – into an empty room. Ryan couldn't let this happen, for the sake of Summer's hardly there sanity.
Ryan deliberately walked over to Seth and that girl. Upon his arrival he cleared his throat, merely to get Seth's attention off of that scumbag he called a girlfriend.
"Oh hey Ryan. How are you?" asked Seth innocently.
In response, he greeted with a glare. Seth was immediately able to establish what this glare meant. Especially when Ryan grabbed him and pulled him aside. "Don't you dare. Don't you fucking dare. Summer is in the bathroom, crying. Over you. At this point in time, I don't understand why anyone in their right mind would cry over you, but hey. This stupid thing, this stupid game you two are playing has to stop. She's married Seth. Married! Don't do this," Ryan whispered in an angry voice.
That was the moment Seth's heart broke.
He could have cried. He almost did, but he managed to make it to the bathroom without breaking down. 'Don't be such a goddamn baby. Its just Summer. This is all her fault. She started this entire thing. I cannot be held solely responsible for this. DO NOT CRY! Stop it, Seth. Stop it right now.' Yes, that's right. Seth was having an argument with himself. The argument came to an abrupt stop when he opened the door and saw Summer Robe- Summer Wright crouched down on the bathroom floor.
"Hey Summer," was all Seth could muster.
Summer didn't even look up at the sound of his voice. She couldn't bear too. She was so hurt and broken at the moment that she didn't care if Cohen saw her like this. She just didn't care anymore.
What did surprise her, though, was the feeling of Seth wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her close. This wasn't Seth trying to initiate anything with her. This was the Cohen she used to love. Comforting her and holding her close.
"What are we going to do?" she whispered.
The music from the reception was so loud at this point that it was pounding through Seth's body. He could feel it as he tried to come up with an answer.
"I uh… I don't know Summer," he mumbled back into her ear.
Neither of them said anything. Instead they opted to just sit there and cling to each other desperately.
Dance To This Beat
And Hold A Lover Close