I hope you guys don't hate me because of the updating suckiness I'm sorry, I have finals this week so i'm trying to study and everything but let's not forget summer coming up and I'll be doing nothing so I can update a lot okay. So please bear with me until then okay? :) Also, this chapter is in Eli's point of view because I wanted you guys to see his thoughts and such and plus, I like writing from different pov's every once in a while so yeah, here we go!

"Hey dude!"

A voice that was so familiar to me yet had seemed so distant recently called behind me. I stopped as I was on my way to English and turned around to see Adam running up to me.

"Hey." He repeated as he had finally reached me and stopped to take in a breath, "It seems like I haven't seen you in forever."

And of course it did seem that way. I had spent practically every minute with Summer since I met her and I unintentionally put all my friends on the back burner. It wasn't like I planned with spend all my time with her or that planned to not see my friends anymore but the cards just shuffled that way, I suppose. I was so caught up in trying to get closer to Summer that I pulled myself away from my friends and I had suddenly felt pretty bad.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I've just been caught up in some stuff." I said, or lied, if you wanted to be technical. I mean, how would it look if I flat-out said 'Oh sorry, I've just been spending all my time with a girl I just met and accidentally forgot about you, my friend for at least a year, that's cool though right?'

"Caught up?" Adam repeated, looking at me with raised eyebrows and then I knew he already knew about Summer and my lie was already poked with a needle. As I didn't say anything, he initiated the new conversation topic, "So, tell me about her."

I sighed as I always was caught up with my feelings when it came to Summer. Anytime I had gotten so close to someone in a short period of time as I was doing with Summer, it usually ended up with problems, problems that couldn't be solved with a sorry. Plus, she made it clear that her feelings for me were on a friendship only basis and not wanting to ruin that, I had to hide mine. But something about that wasn't right. When we kissed, it wasn't just an accidental kiss and if it started out that way, it didn't end like that. There was something in that kiss, something that friendship alone couldn't bring out in a person. I tried to tell myself I was just overthinking it, that my feelings were overriding the facts of reality but I couldn't convince myself. I couldn't convince myself that while we were in that pool, she didn't once think about me as more than a friend.

Then I realized I was still walking and talking with Adam and tried to sum up my thoughts in a complete, short phase, "Her name's Summer. Her sarcasm amounts up with mine. She has blue hair that matches the color of eyes, that was until the blue turned green from the chlorine. She's from New York and she likes pizza a lot."

"And you like her a lot." Adam said, with a smirk.

"How could you assume that from four sentences?"

"Because you told me things that would be completely irrelevant to me. You didn't just say, 'Oh that's Summer, she's new.' You told me her favorite food, where she's from and my personal favorite, how her hair matches the color of her eyes. You had a reason to talk about her, and you did." Adam said and I completely hated him from reading through my underlying thoughts that I thought I could keep bottled up and stored into storage with a padlock on it.

"Alright, maybe I like her a little." I said, holding up my finger and I saw from the corner of my eye that he was going to push it, "But she doesn't like me so it's dumb to think about it."

"Right, that's because you're on the inside. But I'll tell you from what I've seen, you two are idiots for each other. I see you guys walking through the hallways, laughing and smiling and pretending there's nothing there but it is."

If I had ever blushed, which I don't just to confirm, that would probably have been the first time. It was weird knowing that people could have looked at us and known that we had mutual feelings for each other even though we both avoided the idea of having them. It was weird but informative. It meant that maybe I wasn't completely overthinking the idea that Summer had some type of feeling of me. It meant that my hunch on the kiss was probably completely true and that the something in my head wasn't a figment of my hopeful imagination.

Of course, I wouldn't completely believe this and go confess my love to Summer. I wouldn't kneel down in front of her in class and ask her to be my girlfriend. I had to edge my way into knowing that her feelings were true and the perfect idea to do so had come into my mind.

And it seemed like Adam and I were just connected thoughts today and he took the words that were pacing in my head and spoke them aloud to me, "Why don't you ask her to the Halloween Bash? If you're still iffy about knowing if she actually likes you, ask her as a friend."

"It's crazy because that exact thought had just flew across my mind."

"And shot into my head." Adam said, tapping me on the shoulder and a smirk, "I'm telling you, we're probably brothers separated at birth. Of course, I was the smarter one but we're both great individuals."

"If you say so."

As I just realized that I had a class to get to as we were talking, the late bell rang and I felt my heart tense as I was a hallway away from Dawes' class and I knew what she did to late students. Adam so luckily had lunch and proceeded to walk away to get something to eat as I started to run to her room before the punishment could get any worse as the seconds rolled on.

Finally I got to her room and saw that the door was opened still, a good sign that I could hopefully sneak in. As I poked my head through the doorway, as if faith was on my side this period, Summer has turned around to the door to see me.

She mouthed 'ooh, you're in trouble' with a chuckle.

I mouthed back 'just help me get in without getting caught' in a hurry. As Ms. Dawes had turned back around to face the class, I quickly took my head from sight and hid behind the wall next to the door. When I heard the chalk hitting the board again, I looked to make sure she was writing and looked at Summer. She gestured me to come in quickly. As fast and quiet as I could, I tiptoed in and sat down quickly. I was so convinced that I had gotten away with it until Ms. Dawes had stopped writing in the middle of what would have been a word.

She turned around and looked at me, "Mr. Goldsworthy, you should know I could feel the cold breeze of a tardy any day and you shouldn't get your new, still setting a first impression friends to help you." She said, turning to look at Summer.

Summer's face turned red as I was sure this was probably the first time she had gotten in trouble with a teacher before. She slumped down in her chair as if when she got to a certain point on the desk, she'd disappear from the class and no longer have any attention on her.

"Any excuse to your lateness?" Ms. Dawes said, bringing her blaming glare from Summer to me.

I opened my mouth to respond but then closed it as I realized I didn't have a reason. What could I say? 'Oh, Ms. Dawes, I was just talking to Adam, you know Adam right? Well yeah, I was talking to him about how I like Summer over there but I'm not sure if she likes me. Hey, why don't we just ask her now? Summer, do you like me because I like you?'

Needless to say, I realized that silence was probably not even gold, but platinum in this situation.

"None?" Ms. Dawes said, with a raised eyebrow and a smirk as she was happy with my not being about to justify my whereabouts, "That's what I thought. I didn't think I'd have a detention this early in the year but if anyone could do it, it would be you."

Then she turned back to Summer who glazed at me angrily as she knew what her future would be too, "And Ms. Mitchell, oh how I thought you were different! Nonetheless, you assisted Mr. Goldsworthy in his lateness and you'll assist him with his detention sitting. So, I'll be seeing you both after school today."

When she turned about around, Summer's angry glare got even angrier as she turned around to me and put her middle finger up directly at me, mouthing 'fuck you'. I couldn't help but smirk as her anger was probably one of the most attractive things about her, especially when it was directed at me. She didn't get angry all the time but when she did, her eyes seemed to get a little darker or maybe I just stared at them too much. Her lips trembled slightly, or once again, maybe I just stared at them too much which was quite plausible considering I knew the exact brand of ChapStick she used, which was the original tinted cherry, and that most of the time I was with her, I thought about kissing her so her lips were an obvious point of interest.

But as I once again realized that there was a possibility that she didn't think of me in that way, I tried to erase my thoughts of pinning her to a wall anxiously and kissing her out of my mind, which was quite difficult considering mostly any class I had with her, that was a thought that came into mind. Finally, I looked away from her and focused on what Ms. Dawes was talking about. That way, my mind was distracted from the thoughts of Summer and I learned something.

When the bell rang, I put away my notebook which proudly had its first notes from the year in and zipped up my bag to meet Summer at the door. She looked at me with deep dark ocean eyes and walked away without saying anything. If there was anything that annoyed me more than the silent treatment, oh wait, there wasn't. I followed behind her.

"Alright, you can punish me any other way but please don't do the silent treatment." I pleaded as we walked. Or rather, as she walked and I followed.

She smirked as she could tell it was having the wonderful effect she wanted it to have. She was winning and I was going out of my mind as I was talking to an unresponsive upset teenage girl.

"Come on," I said, getting more and more frustrated as I tried to find something in my mind that would get her to talk. She didn't even have to forgive me, she just had to say something. Deciding that being annoying would be the best way to get her to talk, I repeated her name over and over, dragging it on with each repeat. At first she looked at me like it was getting me nowhere but with each repeat, I could see her annoyance level rising.

"Alright!" she exclaimed, finally going as crazy as I was and I smiled a smirk of victory, "You're an asshole, just for the record."

"Thank you, I've been waiting to hear that all day." I said, as it true. Every day she called me an asshole and to be honest, the day would feel a little off without an insult from her.

"Good, cause you'll be hearing more during detention, I have the whole day to come up with them." She smirked.

And I smiled to myself as I couldn't wait to hear them. Any insult from Summer was basically just a compliment because she said it to me.

So I hope you guys liked it! If you did, you should review because we're all in this together. If you didn't, you should still review because you're the music in me. I think you should review because I'm embarrassing myself with high school musical quotes :)))