Disclaimer: Unfortunatly, I don't own the OC. If I did, it would still be filming, and there would be alot more Seth-without-his-shirt type moments. That's how good it would be, but you can't always get what you want.. :(

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The last time I checked, I'm not popular. Every single other time I checked, I have realized that I don't care. I mean, I care about what I look like, and what other people think of me, but I don't care enough to change if they don't like it. But if being popular goes against everything I believe in, why can't I stop staring at the back of Seth Cohen's head?

This is math class. I'm supposed to be concentrating on my math quiz, not concentrating on Seth Cohen. He's easily the most popular guy in the entire student body of Newport High. Me? Not so much. I don't have a problem with that, I mean, I have friends. I'm not a nerd, or a geek, or a participant in the yearly Newport High Chess Tournament, either. But I'm a wallflower. Only certain people notice me. But like I said, I don't have any major problems with that.

I looked down at my math quiz, and was about to write some formula for something I didn't understand, when my phone started to vibrate. I looked around the class, and saw a few people with their cell phones in their laps, either using the calculator function, or texting other people around the school. I was guessing the latter. I noticed that Seth was using his cell phone, and I held my breath as I opened the message.

'Are we on for lunch?

-Riss'

Damn. Not Cohen. But Marissa made up for it. She was only my best friend ever. I had to tell her about my new thoughts on Seth Cohen. Marissa thought the same way as I did, so I know she'll understand.

'Totally, I have something to tell you.

Summ'

I was just about to put my phone away, when Mrs. Clark, the eighty-year-old math teacher, saw me with my 'illegal' electronic items. Since she can't turn on a computer if her life depended on it, she refuses to let any students of hers have a cell phone in the vicinity. If she caught anybody, it was immediate detention.

'Ms. Roberts?' Everyone turned to look at me.

'Um, yes?' I said, attempting to look innocent. It was evidently not working.

'Is that a cell phone in your hand?'

'Well, yes.' I said, looking down at my hand, 'Funny story how it got there, actually..'

'Detention! I'll expect you after school?'

'Yes m'am.' I decided to go for the polite way out, and just hold my tongue.

'Very well, you may continue your tests.'

Mrs. Clark continued wandering between the rows of desks, and all was quiet, when she spoke again.

'Mr. Cohen?'

'Yeah, I know, cell phone. The thing is…I can't come after school.'

'Why is that?' she said, looking at Seth in the eyes.

'I-um-have a doctor's appointment. There was something on my foot, so my mom said that I should go and see someone. And the doctor was only available today.' He said, all in one breath.

I had to hand it to him; he was good at making up excuses. Almost as well as..me. Damn. Stop comparing yourself to him!

'Well, let's take a look at your foot, shall we?' Mrs. Clark asked, almost mockingly.

'Um, well..you can't really see it, you have to look really, really closely.'

'So I assume it's not that bad. I'll see you after school, along with Ms. Roberts?'

'Fine.' Seth said, looking defeated. Being beaten at your own game must be tough, and all.

'Five minutes, students.' announced Mrs. Clark, causing the class to look up.

The rest of the period was silent, people tried to cram last minute formulas onto their pages before the bell rang for lunch.

I spent the last few minutes staring at my page. I swear my mind has gone completely blank. If I could blame someone without receiving numerous looks, I'd blame the cute guy sitting in front of me. Why couldn't I be in the other math class?

I was deep in thought, when the bell rang. I jumped out of my seat, grabbed my bag, and ran out of the class. As if I wanted to be in there for more then was necessary. .

'After school, Summer!' Mrs. Clark reminded me, as I was about to turn the corner.

'See ya then Mrs. Clark!' I hollered over my shoulder, as I continued running towards my locker.

Thank god that was over.