summer o'connor wasn't a very nice person, and she wore this label with pride. she was content with the life she was living. said life being expensive shoes, shopping trips and only the best designer clothes. however, she had always been missing som...
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Summer O'Connor had been on the lookout for Miguel Diaz all day, and she didn't even know why. She had a total of two questions for him, if he was okay and how the hell he knew Johnny Lawrence well enough for the old man to give even the smallest shit about him.
When she finally did find the boy, he was tucked in a small corner of the library with what the girl assumed was his new band of nerds she knew he would meet on the first day of school. The girl sighed, realising she would have to interact with his friends as well as him, before beginning her strut over to the small group of three.
However, she was quickly intercepted by Kyler and one of his goons as they approached the table, wicked smirks on their faces as they began their teasing. The grip on her new Prada handbag tightened the more Summer watched.
She could be mean, and everybody knew not to talk to her unless you wanted your feelings hurt. And to be completely honest, nothing about the way Kyler treated her fellow peers ever really bothered her. However, she could not find it in herself to sit idly by and watch the bully harass Miguel. The Diaz boy was sweet and had already copped enough beatings from the boy.
Summer groaned, marching over to the group before raising her handbag into the air and bringing it crashing down onto Kyler's head. The boy groaned, quickly letting go of the blonde boy in his hands and turning to face his attacker, not even attempting to hide the surprise that coated his face when he saw Summer O'Connor standing before him.
"Fuck off, Kyler." The girl snapped, narrowing her eyes at the boy.
"What's your deal, Summer?" Kyler asked the girl, rubbing the back of his head and wincing at the contact. "My deal is that your pathetic nature is giving me a crippling headache. You talk a big game, Kyler, but everyone knows that your only overcompensating for something else that you lack." Summer shot back breathlessly, quickly looking down to further her point. Kyler's face reddened and his friend choked out a laugh before covering his hand over his mouth.
"Screw you, Summer."
"You wish, Kyler."
The two stood there, glaring at one another before the boy finally rolled his eyes to break the eye contact. Pushing passed the girl, he offered a few more provocative comments before leaving the library all together.
The four remaining teenagers watched as he left, before Summer snapped her head in the direction of Miguel. "I need to talk to you." She demanded, grabbing his hand and dragging him off to another corner of the library, trying not to comment on the shocked expressions on his friend's faces.
"How do you know Johnny Lawrence?" Summer skipped straight to the point as she skidded to a stop, whipping around to face Miguel.
"Um," Miguel trailed off, his eyebrows creasing at the random question.
Summer rolled her eyes, ever the impatient person, before clicking her fingers in the boys face, "any day now, Diaz."
"He was my Sensei."
"Sensei? Is that some weird nerd terminology cause I'm going to need it in normal person translation, please." Miguel stifled an eye roll, unsure on why he was surprised that the rude girl he met the other day was this rude all the time.
"He used to teach me karate, but he doesn't anymore because of what happened on Halloween." The boy snapped, the subject clearly being a sore topic for him. Summer frowned at the memory of finding the boy on the floor unconscious, biting the inside of her cheek as she planned what she was to say next.
A few moments passed before she had built up the nerve to ask, "are you okay? I was there when Johnny found you."
A small smile tugged at Miguel's lips, "careful, Summer, don't want people to think we're friends."
The worried expression that coated Summer's face dropped into a nasty glare at the boy's awful attempt of a joke. Miguel barely blinked before he was being hit in the shoulder by her handbag, whatever the contents of the bag were being enough for him to stumble slightly.
"Jesus, fine! I take it back!" Miguel spewed out, raising his hands in mock surrender.
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It seemed as if ever since Robby had broken up with Summer, she couldn't enjoy the things she once did. Music didn't hit the same, her favourite tv shows were boring and she couldn't even sit through three minutes of a movie anymore. So, when night had fallen and her mother wasn't home to annoy, Summer had opted to scrolling aimlessly through her phone, waiting for anything to peak her fancy.
The jingling of keys, followed by the sound of laughter, snapped Summer out of her boredom induced death scroll on all varieties of social media. Glancing up, she barely caught her mother and a man she had never seen before sneaking into the kitchen.
Summer had never met her dad, and was a product of a one night stand gone wrong. But she was perfectly content with it just being her and her mother.
However, Dahlia O'Connor was nothing short of an angel gracing Earth. She turned heads wherever she went, the middle aged woman was beautiful. The type you see in perfume commercials and on the front of magazines.
"Mom?" Summer called out, standing up abruptly to go and confront her mother and her new man in the kitchen. She hated when she brought men home, they were there for a night and never seen again.
"Whose this?" Summer asked, causing both adults to jump at the sound of her voice and turn to face the teenager who was leant up against the door frame, arms crossed and a heated glare directed at the blonde man who had helped himself to a glass of wine.
"Summy, this is Hayden." Dahlia spoke, a larger than life smile overtaking her face. The man was attractive, Summer couldn't lie to herself. He had nice eyes and was fairly fit. "There was a fire drill at the office today, and he was one of the firefighters. It was a spur of the moment thing but we decided to get dinner after."
The man, Hayden, stepped forward, outstretching his hand. Summer simply recoiled from it, looking at his hand as if it were dirt.
"I'd say see you later, but we all would know I'd be lying." Summer huffed before storming out the kitchen and into her bedroom. Flopping onto her bed in an ungraceful fashion, Summer groaned before opening her phone to rant to Robby about her mother's new temporary fling. Pausing when reality hit her, Summer let out a shaky breath when she realised she no longer had the option to text the Keene boy.
