Remembering Summer

Chapter Six

CHAPTER SIX

A/N hey guys. I know I don't have a ton of reads, but I know some people do read this. And I'm sorry for not updating for a long time. I've been really busy with school and "friend" drama. So here's chapter 6

Summer sits next to me, her arms folded across her chest and her eyes staring out the window.

"Look," I start.

"Save it," she snaps. I'm taken back a bit, but not much. She seems pretty pissed.

"I don't understand why you're so mad."

"Because girls aren't little play things for guys to take advantage of!" We're at a red light and I'm waiting to make a right turn into the neighborhood.

"Have you never been to a fucking high school party? Girls get wasted and guys get laid!" At my words, Summer unlocks her seatbelt and storms out of the car.

"Shit," I mutter. I see her run along the sidewalk into the neighborhood. It would be quick driving but she's walking. It'd still take a while on foot. "Crazy bitch making me run after her." I turn and drive until I catch up to her. When I'm along side her, I slow down and roll down the window.

"Get the hell away from me!"

"I'm just trying to help you!"

"I don't need your help! It's perfectly comfortable out here." Believe it or not, this actually happens. Like some stupid TV show or Lifetime movie. It starts to pour. I heard summer groan and pull her hood over her head.

"Still comfortable?" She rolls her eyes and opens the car door. By this point, she's dripping wet and I can't help but smile.

"Shut up," she says, wringing her hair out. The rest of the drive is silent.

I park in my driveway and Summer is out of the car and across the lawn before I can even grab my jacket from the backseat.

"I never got an answer you know!" She doesn't turn around. "Oh c'mon, I drove you home I could at least get an answer!"

"To what question?"

"Why am I such a douchebag?"

"I did answer that."

"Refresh my memory." She drops her bag and walks up to me, so close that I can smell mint on her breath. My mind goes a little hazy for a second.

"That girl didn't have a choice. She was drunk and you would've taken advantage of her. I'll bet my life that you've done it multiple times before. We aren't little pieces of shit you can throw around."

"I know." Her eyes are very dark with anger. They're almost gray by now. I've heard of girls having gray eyes, but I never thought it would be pretty. I do now. It takes me a minute or two to realize she's still talking.

"You're not listening to a word I'm saying are you?" she whispers and closes her eyes. I can think straight again.

"Nope, honestly I wasn't. Sorry."

"Something distract you?" Her tone is clipped but soft, like she's a mother who's told her son to do something over and over and has just about given up on him.

"Your eyes." She looks up at me and for a crazy stupid moment I want to kiss her. I don't know why, I don't know where the feeling came from. Summer is not someone I can love. She's stubborn and snarky and really bitchy at times. But on the other hand, she's sweet and opinionated and delicate. Like Emily. Just like Emily.