Alrighty, first let me say perhaps I'm not as clever as I thought I was… The 2 significant lines were the ones which stated that Seth was blocking Summer's view from Sam, which prevented Summer from seeing Sam come on to Seth and not the other way round. The other one was that Summer's tears were preventing her from seeing clearly, this also falls into the same category…..the significance of course, is that if Summer hadn't been blocked and had seen clearly, she wouldn't be in the position she is in now and neither would Seth….Summer probably would have just beat the shit out of Sam. lol
Ok, so anyways, thanks for the reviews…the story's really starting to pick up now and even more so in the next couple chapters! Thanks to everyone who is consistantly reading and reviewing...keeping do it and ill keep writing!
This chapter is about the same length, but even though it seems like nothing really happened, the ending is the most important and everything else were events leading to it….and it was enjoyable to write (you'll see why when you read it)…

So heres chapter 6…7 should be up tomorrow or maybe tonight if I keep at it!...now enjoy!

Twisted Logic

Summer sat in the sand, her head in her hands crying. Her eyes were puffy and sore.

Seth had hurt her before but this was something different…..

Why? She thought.

The longer she searched her brain for an answer, the further she got from the real answer.

Summer wasn't the same strong young woman she was 4 months ago…She was more brittle and delicate, although she hid it so well. Her wounds from Marissa's death were still open and the only band aid she had for it was Seth…..

Summer immediately stopped crying; realizing the answer….It was her fault.

She had driven him away. She had been leaning on Seth, using him as a crutch for the past few months. She was completely enveloped in her own pain and emotions that she didn't even think of his. But she didn't need to right? She was closer to Marissa than he ever was.

Then she remembered what it was like for him before the death. His Mother's drinking, Sandy's abandonment, his Brown rejection, the break up….Seth had plenty to deal with. She knew he had changed since the death…they all had, but had she caused it?

She neglected Seth so much because of her selfishness that he was looking to someone new to comfort him?

With every passing thought Summer fell further and further in to self doubt. Her heart sank deeper and deeper.

It was all her fault.

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It was all his fault.

Summer was no where in the hotel room. She must have gotten sick of waiting for him and went to dinner by herself.

Seth reached into his pocket and opened his phone, dialling Summer's cell number.

"Hey it's Summer, leave a message"

Seth shook his head in disappointment in himself. She was probably in no mood to talk to him.

"Hey, listen, I'm so sorry about tonight but please believe me when I say it wasn't intentional. I didn't mean to…" Seth hung up as soon as he heard someone outside his door.

"Summer?" Seth called before he finished opening the door only to see Ryan and Jenn.

"Hey man" Ryan said a little tipsy.

Seth just mouthed a 'hey' and shut his door.

He checked his watch. Nine O'clock. Summer should have already been back by now… How pissed off was she? Seth sat into chair and leaned his head back.

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Summer sat in silence looking at her cell phone. It had stopped ringing about 10 minutes ago but she felt too weak to move. She just sat with the warm night air blowing on her, staring out into the sea. Something that she loved to do with Seth.

Eventually Summer opened her phone and played the message.

"Hey, listen, I'm so sorry about tonight but please believe me when I say it wasn't intentional. I didn't mean to…"

It just ended. Summer felt rage and anger flowing through her. If he was trying to break up with her after everything they had been through, he had better do it in person.

Her rage blackout was in full gear now and she picked herself up and stormed off to kick Cohen's ass.

Summer got back to the hotel and burst through the lobby to the elevators.

"Come on!" she yelled as she waiting impatiently for one of the two elevators to go to the ground floor. This was a large hotel with many floors and it just so happened that her room, being one of the best suites, was located on the top floor. Summer's patience only decreased and her anger and rage increased as she waited for the elevator. She glanced over at the door leading to stairway. She paused for a minute and then gave out a pathetic laugh.

'What kind of idiot would climb 20 flights of stairs!' She thought to herself, a disgusted look on her face.

"Finally!" she sighed loudly as the elevator opened its doors to her…the other elevator followed only seconds after the first. Summer rolled her eyes and got in.

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Seth stared blankly at a spot on the floor in front of him. Confusion changed to worry, worry to fear. Where was Summer? He looked at the clock. Ten thirty.

Seth shot up off the chair, moving for the first time in hours. He grabbed his cell and wallet and rushed out of the door.

He stood waiting impatiently as he watched both elevators start from the middle floor and go down to the ground and started to come back up. Seth furiously hit the call button repeatedly.

"Come on!" He shouted.

'What kind of idiot would wait 5 hours for a goddamn elevator!" Seth flailed his arms in defeat and ran to the door at the end of the hall. The one with 'Stairs' labelled on it.

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Summer, after pacing in the elevator, was relieved when she reached the top floor. She ran to the door and burst through it, expecting to see Seth. The lights were all off and Summer tripped over the mound of shopping bags she had thrown on the floor in front of the door.

"Dammit!" she yelled as stumbled on the floor and got back, checking to make sure no one saw her fall even though there was clearly no one around.

"Cohen?" she called, flipping on every light switch in the suite. She searched every room for some sign of him but found nothing….until she looked at the chair. It still had a fresh imprint on it, as if someone had been recently sitting there. She ran he hand lightly over the leather material which was much like the seating area on their yacht. She smiled slightly at the memory of her sitting in Seth's lap with Ryan across from them, all laughing hysterically at Ryan's frustration of teaching them to play poker. Summer chuckled quietly at the recollection of Seth's "poke-her" joke. A small tear formed in the corner of her eye and slowly ran down her red cheek. She cocked her head to one side thinking intently, her rage almost completely dissipated.

A green color clashed with the brown of the leather, breaking Summer's concentration.

It was a small folded piece of paper that was stuck in between the folds in the chair.

Summer curiously snatched it and unfolded it.

Her hand immediately began to shake and she crumbled the paper into her fist.

Tears poured down her face as she broke down again.

The image of black ink on green paper in the form of a female name and sequence of numbers separated by hyphens was burned into her mind.

She quickly turned and ran for the door, her hands automatically finding their way to her face, shielding her from anything and everything.

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After the 5 flight of stairs, Seth was completely out of breath. He stopped hunching over to catch his breath.

He looked over the railing towards the bottom and felt like he was about the throw up.

'I'm an idiot' He repeated in his head, still sucking in as much air as he could get.

Seth looked back up at the way he had come from and then back down at the remaining stairs. He rolled his eyes and grunted as he bolted back up the stairs.

When Seth finally reached the door to his floor he opened it and collapsed against the opposing wall, his whole body slumped and his head down towards his legs.

He took no notice of the small figure down the hall running to the awaiting elevator.

The 'ping' from the elevator, signalling the beginning of it's decent made Seth shot straight up.

"Oh no" he sputtered in between breaths and immediately took off down the hallway.

By the time he reached the elevator, the doors were closed and already a floor and a half away from his.

"Shit!" he yelled and pounded on the elevator doors.

Seth began to half cry and half laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation.

"I'm never going to get off this floor" he mocked at himself and slid down the wall and putting his head in his hands, he waiting for damned elevator to return, which he guess would be another 2 hours.

A minute later an older man walked by Seth. He had a confused and puzzled look on his face as he surveyed Seth's lonely figure.

The man stopped and turned to the elevator, pushing the call button. Immediately following were the doors opening and a loud 'ping'.

Seth slowly lifted his head and stared at the man getting into the elevator. Seth had the most vacant and annoyed face that could only be brought about by extremely annoying circumstances.

The man looked around him, becoming very uncomfortable with Seth staring at him.

"Did…did you want in?" he finally offered to Seth, who had not even blinked.

Slowly Seth stood up and dragged himself into the elevator, muttering words under his breath.

The man looked at Seth and quickly looked away, side stepping further away from him.

Seth hit the ground floor button and continued to stare at the man as the doors closed on both of them, concealing them in.

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When Summer finally reached the bottom floor, she ran out of the elevator, across the lobby and out the front doors into the warm night. She continued to run, not really knowing where she was going. When she stopped she realized that she was in a familiar place. A few feet in front of her lay her abandoned shoes, covered in sand.

She scooped one up and brushed the sand off and looked at it.

Summer turned and threw it as hard and as far as she could in some random direction.

She collapsed on the sand and continued to cry. He eyes stung from all the tears and it was amazing how she was able to produce and more salt water from her eyes, but they just keeping coming.

She heard a loud thud paused to listen. It sounded like something colliding with metal. Summer looked around and saw that it was her shoe that made the noise. She laughed a little and wiped away the tears in her eyes. She got up and walked over to her shoe, which lay by a metal post. She bent down and retrieved her shoe. She slowly looked at the metal thing that had scuffed her new shoes. Her eyes followed the post up to the top where it connected to a square sheet of metal. Summer stood there thinking inventively. She looked as if she was really focused on something in her mind.

Summer just continued to stand there, staring at the blue sign. A blue sign which sported a white picture of an airplane, a directional arrow, a number and two letters.