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savannah cohen was angry at the world right now. she was angry about what happened with luke, angry about what she walked in on ryan doing, and even angrier about what he saw afterwards. the events of caleb's birthday party had been lingering over the past week.
ryan and savannah had been avoiding each other ever since, constantly dodging rooms the other was in.. it seemed like they were planning on never speaking to each other again.
after a solid five or six days of ignoring and deflecting, the cohen girl landed herself stuck in the kitchen with seth and he who shall not be named. she would leave to avoid it but she was hungry, so she was forced to just pretend he wasn't there.
"the plan is undeniable." seth announced walking from the pool house to the kitchen with ryan following behind. "i'm denying it." ryan shook his head.
savannah, who was sitting at the island, just turned her head the other way.
the boy pushed his idea further, "we have my mom's ranger, we have a perfect alibi as i go to this comic book convention every year and we also have my entire life never doing anything wrong. which completely allows my parents to give a false sense of trust."
"and you want to give that all away for summer in a wet t-shirt doing body shots?" ryan squinted giving him a 'really' look.
seth paused for a moment, "sorry, i thought that was a rhetorical question. yes, ryan, yes. on the last weekend before school, one goes to tijuana, it is tradition, it is a right of passage, and you know what else? what happens in mexico, stays in mexico."
"what happens in mexico?" ryan questioned. seth groaned getting frustrated, "i don't know, because it stays there, that's why we must go."
savannah rolled her eyes. the idea was ridiculous. she knew her brother had no business being in tijuana. he got drunk off like two wine coolers.
ryan still seemed hesitant, "ahh.. i don't know about lying to your parents."
"okay, i can respect that. i will lie to them." seth offered, doing anything to get ryan to say yes.
"why can't we just go to comic-con?" he asked while grabbing a drink out of the fridge.
"okay, comic-con is just a bunch of pathetic virgins ogling some porn star dressed as cat woman." seth explained with hand gestures.
"i thought you went every year." ryan smirked. seth looked down in defeat, "listen, tijuana's a big town, i bet you won't even see marissa."
