AN- Two very different parts put together. More Summer soon.

Disclaimer- On user page, but I own nothing.


When Eliza had told Seth that Summer had something to tell him, he didn't know what to think.

Was it bad?

Should Seth be angry? Or scared?

Or was it something good, that he would be overjoyed about.

His curiosity left him as Summer started to retell the events as the night before, and once he knew what had happened, he was left first with only one feeling, worry.

Yet, when Summer declared that she was okay, and just a little shaken up, his only thought become of anger.

Now Seth could understand why Ryan sped out to hurt Trey when he found out what Trey had done to Marissa.

How could anyone do this to her, to his Summer. It was as though her father's death had sent her into a downwards spiral, and no matter how hard she, or anyone else, tried, just wouldn't stop.

Seth couldn't even imagine what she was going through; he could only hope that her bright and optimistic demeanor would stay that way. And that the strong girl he fell head over heels in love with, would remain strong.

After talking to her for a while, she hung up the phone, as did he, and it left them both with a feeling of emptiness.

These past weeks had been hard on Seth, not as hard as they had been on Summer of course, but hard none the less.

Before Ryan had arrived in Newport, before Summer even noticed Seth, his life was shameful and boring, but his life was worse than that now. He still had Ryan, but Ryan had Marissa, and as much as they tried to include him, he felt like a third wheel.

He thought his life would at least be better than it had been before he met Summer, but it wasn't. Even if he had friends and more of a life, he didn't have the one person he needed.

Amidst his thoughts, Ryan walked into Seth's room.

"Hey."

"Hey."

"So what was that all about?" Ryan asked.

"Nothing," Seth said sadly.

Ryan walked to the fridge and pulled out a drink, he was quiet for a while, but noticing Seth's manner, he couldn't help himself from asking again.

"You sure?"

Seth just nodded.

"Her friend seemed nice."

"Yeah," Seth answered, lost in thought.

"Okay well…" Ryan started to head back to the pool house, but something stopped him and he turned back to Seth.

"You know, you can always talk to me Seth, I am here"

Seth failed to take notice of this statement, or so it seemed to Ryan, so he started to walk out the door.

"Someone, Some guy tried to…" He said quietly

Ryan walked back though the doors.

"What?"

"Someone tried to rape her," Seth said very discreetly.

"Tried?"

"Yeah thank God," Seth said, not looking Ryan in the eye, and still speaking in a very upset tone.

"Well how is she?"

"She's upset, her dad died, she had to move all the way to Tennessee, she lost everyone she cares about, and then some guy thinks he can just, just take advantage of her…"

Seth was now standing and almost yelling.

"Seth I'm sorry. I…"

But Seth wasn't listening to Ryan. All the anger that had been building up inside of him finally came out, and now he went from close to yelling, to full on shouting.

"And all I could do was talk to her on the god damn phone! What kind of boyfriend am I that when his girlfriend is almost raped, all he does is try to comfort her on the phone. Oh, yeah that's right I'm not her boyfriend anymore, am I Ryan? Don't ask me why I let that happen but I did."

"Seth calm down…" Ryan started.

"I mean what did she do to deserve this? Just blow after blow, she doesn't deserve it. And I can't do anything. Me, Ryan, the person who pined after her forever, the person who loves her more than anything, the person who held her for hours and hours after her father died, and didn't move a muscle despite how uncomfortable he was because she had finally fallen asleep after crying for an hour and if she woke up it would have broken my heart. Me! I promised her I would always be here, and now I can't do anything!"

At his last words he couldn't take it anymore his arm flew across the counter top, sending papers to scatter and oranges and apples rolling across the floor, the bowl fell to the floor causing a loud crash, and breaking him out of his outburst.

He rested his back against the cool steel of the fridge and slumped to the floor.

"She doesn't deserve this," he said quietly.

Ryan went and sat by his side.

"I know she doesn't."


Sunday afternoon Darla barged into Connors bedroom. She found him asleep in a curled up ball of blanket and boy.

Apparently, the ruckus she made getting in here didn't wake him. So she tried something else.

She took her boot-clad heel and shoved it into the mass on his bed.

Quite a loud "Ow!" was the only reply she received.

"Get up jackass," she snarled.

Connor twisted and turned until only his head was visibly.

"What?" he said groggily, rubbing the spot where Darla's heel collided with his arm.

"Are you hung-over?" She asked angrily.

"No, I wasn't drinking at all last night."

"Then what the hell is your problem?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Summer, Connor, I'm talking about Summer. Does her name ring a bell? Remember Connor she's the girl you tried to rape last night!"

"Listen."

"No you listen."

Connor was, quite truthfully, pretty afraid of the girl in front of him at the moment, so he thought it best to stay quiet and let her talk, or more yell in this case.

"I said she might want a rebound guy, want Connor. As in, if she gives you those signals go for it, but you're not going to get a commitment out of it. That did not mean to go and make her do things she doesn't want to do. What in your right mind made you think you could do that? Why would you do that? Who does that Connor? Who? And with Summer! You know she's been though a lot, you know she lost her parents recently, and you know she obviously had to leave her home. So what was going through your mind? Huh? What was going through that small little brain of yours while you were hurting this innocent girl? I want to know."

Connor didn't say a word.

"You totally crossed the line last night. You are scum to me Connor, never talk to me again."

And with that she left.


AN- Freshman year is OVER! I passed with a 3.6 GPA! So all is well, look for more chapters soon, cause now there isn't anything standing in my way! This story will be done by the time I start school, hopefully.

It's summer, I am extremely bored, reviews make it better.