The Girl and The Bodyguard II Chapter Seven
Title; The Girl and The Bodyguard
Fandom; The O.C.
Pairing; Ryan/Summer. Hints of Luke/Taylor.
Rating; M
Warnings; Alternative Universe
Summary; After the disappearance of Marissa Cooper has everyone in Newport worried about the safety of their own children, Neil Roberts decides to hire a bodyguard to watch over his daughter, Summer Roberts. Summer instantly dislikes Ryan Atwood but that will soon change as the two begin to discover the truth about one another.
Author's Note; So, my original ending of this chapter wasn't this! Ahh, but i hope you like it anyway! :)
Chapter Seven
Pacing. That was all she had done all night. Ryan had pushed her away as soon as he registered what he was doing. She shouldn’t have been surprised really, it was his character to be all noble but Summer still couldn’t believe he had pushed her away. She wasn’t sure if she was so upset because she had never been rejected before or because it was Ryan.
He wanted to talk to her about it, of course. But she didn’t, she ran away to her room like a lost little girl and hadn’t resurfaced since. He had knocked but when she refused to answer, Ryan left and hadn’t returned.
By the time Summer work up she realised that she had, had next to no sleep. She was exhausted but knew that sleep was useless and wouldn’t come. She jumped into the shower as an attempt to wake her up a little.
She wasn’t going to be immature about this, she decided. She might be a senior in high school but that didn’t mean she had to act like one. If this was any other lame high school guy then she would go out with the hottest guy in the school, flirt and make out with him in front of whoever and make him jealous. But she wasn’t that girl! Ryan was an adult! She couldn’t be a child about this. She was going to be adult too and just talk to him about the situation!
She hopped out of the shower, grabbed her cutest maxi dress and went off to search for Ryan. She didn’t need to look very far; he was already in the home gym. Summer halted a little, he hadn’t noticed her yet and she wasn’t sure how to make her presence known. She wasn’t sure if she wanted too. She’d never been in this situation before. She really liked Ryan but what if he didn’t want her back?
“Hey.” Summer said, in a voice that was very timid. Ryan looked up, his face faltered slightly. Not in an obvious way, Summer knew she only noticed because she was looking so intently. There was a slight silence between them, Summer didn’t know what to say.
“You okay?” Ryan asked but continued running, he almost seemed…annoyed at her presence. Summer was quiet, unsure of what to say. She had never seen Ryan be so abrupt with her before besides the huge argument they had weeks and weeks back.
“Yeah, just…” She trailed off. This wasn’t going like how she thought it would. She didn’t really have an idea actually but she had hoped he would just take her in his arms as soon as he saw her and be done with it. How stupid, this was Ryan after all!
“Do you need something?” Ryan asked, slowing down on the treadmill and grabbing a towel, dabbing at his neck. Summer stopped and arched her right eyebrow defensively. So that’s how he was going to play it? Summer did not take rejection well, especially when the guy in question acted like what happened didn’t exist! They had shared the most amazing, passionate and loving kiss she had ever experienced in her life and he was acting like it hadn’t happened!
Screw being adult. If he’s going to be immature then so am I!
“I need you to take me to Belle Nourriture later, about seven? Dads not getting in till like midnight or something so I don’t need to be here. Thanks.” Her voice had significantly hardened, Ryan noticed but to Summer she was surprised, it was softer then how she usually sounded when she was angry.
“Sure.” Ryan replied, shrugging it off. “Taylor dragged you to some French restaurant again?” He laughed, he felt bad by the way he had been when she first entered the room, he thought it might have been easier. Summer laughed.
“No, I just have a date!” Summer waited for the realisation to hit him, she watched his eyes widen and the smile wipe of his face before Ryan managed to catch it. She felt herself smile inwardly. “Thanks! Oh, I’m going to need your help on outfit, I need to look hot!”
It may have been immature but it worked. Now, she needed to find herself a date!
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Wrong. Wrong. Wrong!
Not a single dress in her closet looked right. She needed to look hot because she wanted to make Ryan jealous and yet not too hot because she didn’t want Lewis to think that she was actually into him. This was too much hard work. Maybe she should go shopping? She only had an hour, which was nowhere near enough time! Maybe she could ask Taylor? No…that would involve telling her and Summer knew she couldn’t tell anyone!
She finally decided on the red strapless number and a purple chiffon dress. They were both short and both showed of her cleavage in a classic way. There was such a thing as too much - Summer learnt this from Harbour!
“Ryan?” Summer called out, her head sticking out of her door. She was sure that she heard footsteps go past her room and since the home gym was on this floor, it meant Ryan might be able to hear her. Time to make him suffer! Ryan popped his head round the corner. “Could you come help me, please?” She asked when she noticed him, a sly grin on her face. He nodded and made his way into her room. He closed the door, he hadn’t looked at her yet but when he did, Ryan felt his heart nearly lurch out of his chest entirely.
He couldn’t stop his eyes from travelling up from her heels up her legs to her face. She looked stunning, radiant even and red was definitely her colour. She even had the red lips to match. He could feel himself harden as he looked at her; he hastily moved his hands to cover himself. Christ, could you be any more perverted?!
“What do you think?” Summer asked pulling him out of his trance, probably for the best since his eyes had landed on her breasts and they weren’t willing to move. He coughed trying to clear his throat.
“Yeah…you look erm…nice?” He could think of much better words to describe her; exquisite, wonderful, astonishing but she was going on a date with some guy and he was her bodyguard.
“Just nice? Hmm…maybe I should try the purple one.” She turned to grab the purple dress of its hanger when Ryan lurched forward and took hold of her hands.
“Don’t. I like the red one.” He wasn’t even thinking. He wasn’t even aware as to how he got there, in front of her, holding her arms.
Summer stopped breathing, she hadn’t anticipated this, Ryan holding her, staring deeply into her eyes. She was rooted to the floor.
Ryan felt that overwhelming urge to kiss her, he wanted nothing more than to wrap his hands in her hair and push her to the bed. He needed to get control of himself, he dropped his hands and took a step backwards.
“Red is your colour, I guess. Erm…I’ll be downstairs when you’re ready.” And with that, Ryan hastily left the room.
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Ryan, who was sitting at the nearest table he could to Summer had a firm grip on his glass. All night he had watched this Lewis guy put his slimy hands all over his girl - his girl? - and he didn’t like it one bit. What made it worse, he was just at the perfect distance to see Summer run her matching red heel run up and down his leg slightly. He couldn’t stop himself from clenching his fists.
So, maybe acting like he hadn’t kissed Summer, the girl who was responsible for his job right now, hadn’t been his most intelligent idea! Truth was, he’d never found himself in this kind of position before. He wasn’t one for relationships and could count on one hand how many serious girlfriends he’d had but this, this was different he already knew that.
There was something about Summer Roberts that just dragged him in completely and he wasn’t quite sure what it was. There was so much more than meets the eye with her and couldn’t believe it was just the same with all Harbour students. He believed that the majority of them were stuck-up, self-obsessed wannabes but every now and then, amongst all of those people there was someone special and that was Summer.
She was quite honestly the most beautiful, funniest and most incredible woman he had ever met and he was completely enthralled by her.
But it was wrong.
She was so much younger than him, she was still in high school and he was a fully classified adult. He shouldn’t be kissing seniors. Especially seniors whose father he works for. The problem was that no matter how many times Ryan reminded himself of all of this, the fact that he could lose his job, lose his reputation, lose Summer…if he just had one moment with her, he knew that he would not be able to resist kissing her.
He wondered if maybe Summer was feeling just like him, if she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her, if she fantasised about him just like had about her every night. Sometimes he felt sick to his stomach, other times he didn’t have the energy to care.
Maybe Summer just didn’t care either? Ryan had already witnessed the dates that she went on, each time a different guy, the numerous guys that seemed to hang on her every word - truth be told, he was just like all of them, he too hung on her every word. Maybe, he was just another hook up to Summer and maybe he could be just that. If she let him have her for just one night, he would move past his fascination of her and do his jobs.
But he knew that having her one time would never be enough. Summer was addictive, he could already tell that.
He was so lost in his thoughts that he completely missed the guy plant one on Summer, she hadn’t been expecting it, she hadn’t liked it and she was thoroughly pissed of that Ryan hadn’t seen it! What was the point in going on a date to make someone jealous if they weren’t even going to pay attention to how adorable and yet alluring she was with others and not him?
So, Ryan obviously did not want her and she had never felt more crushed. She had believed that maybe there was a chance for them, maybe he liked her too but he was the type to be all boring and honourable about the situation - she had expected that. But she hadn’t expected him just not wanting her!
“Six out of ten.” Summer stated as she made her way over to Ryan’s table. He’d barely touched his dinner, she had told Lewis she would find her own way home which she was sure he was disappointed about but honestly, the guy was lucky he got to plant one on her without her slapping him.
“What?” Ryan, surprised by Summer’s sudden presence. Summer rolled her eyes and sat down at the seat nearest to him.
“The guy. Lewis or whatever. I give him a seven for the chat, he was interesting until he started talking about some satellite and mars.” Ryan was nodding, relieved almost that Summer hadn’t rated him any higher. “He gets a five for the kiss though.” That had his attention. What? How had he missed that? He was so thankful he had missed that, he couldn’t afford for ‘Chino’ to make an appearance and beat the shit out of him for touching his girl. Damn, there it is again, your girl, Atwood?
“Oh.” He shrugged. “Another date or is seven too low?” Summer frowned. Did he really not care at all? What a blow to her ego.
“Who knows. Depends if someone better comes along.” She couldn’t stop herself from glancing at Ryan, was anyone better then Atwood? She didn’t think so. Ryan looked at her, he realised he was gazing intently but he couldn’t stop himself. He wished he was better. “Anyway. We better go. That date has tired me out!”
“Right.” Ryan stood up, grabbing his jacket and leaving money on the table for his barely touched meal and escorted Summer to the car.
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If Ryan had to listen to Summer talk about her date, he was sure he was going to just slam on his breaks and kiss the hell out of her just to make her shut up. He didn’t want to hear about Summer with some other guy. He didn’t want to hear or think about her with anyone but himself.
Turning on the music in the car hadn’t worked, Summer just got louder and made sure he heard her over the music. Was she intentionally trying to drive him insane with jealousy? Flashes of images of Summer kissing this guy, different guys, them touching her - they weren’t allowed to touch her, no way. He couldn’t stop himself clenching his fists around the wheel.
“Ryan? We’re here.” Summer said, bringing him out of his thoughts. He glanced at her quickly before muttering something under his breath as he got out of the car. Summer followed him into the house as he headed straight for his bedroom. He needed to get away, have a shower or something. “Are you okay?” Ryan stilled and turned around.
“Fine.” He shrugged. “Just tired. Goodnight.” He replied pointedly. Summer raised her eyebrow, placing her right hand on her hip. Nobody brushed her off like that! She quickly followed after him.
“Ryan? Are you actually serious? What the hell!” Okay, so maybe she had pushed him too far but he didn’t care, his behaviour said he didn’t care…right?
“Please just leave me alone for the night Summer.” Ryan replied, his voice completely drained of all energy and feeling. Summer walked slowly towards him, mere inches away.
“Not until you talk to me.” Ryan’s eyes were focused on one spot on the floor, shifting to her red heels that made her look so good, his eyes moving up to the dress that he chose, she looked so stunning, he laid his eyes on her own.
“If you don’t leave, I’m going to do something I can’t take back. I won’t want to take it back.” Summer was surprised, he could tell, her eyes had widened but she was stubborn. She took a step closer, so close that her arm grazed him and with that Ryan had her pinned up against his bedroom door.
Neither of them were sure who made the first move but somehow their lips collided with one another. Summer frantically moved her hands to his neck, resting them as Ryan’s own hands roamed her body, uncontrollably. His lips dropped to her neck, sucking for seconds as he moved down further towards her breasts.
The dress didn’t do them justice and he wanted nothing more than to rip it from her. He slipped a strap down her shoulder as Summer hooked one leg around his waist, grinding herself into him. She couldn’t help the moan she let out as she felt his erection pressing up against her centre. He felt so hard, so big and just so damn good. She returned her lips to his own, allowing his tongue to enter as she began unbuttoning his shirt. Pressing her hands against his toned chest, Ryan palmed Summer’s breast whilst placing kisses on the other.
“Summer?” A voice called out. “Summer, are you home?”
“Shit! It’s my dad.” Ryan froze as he moved away. “He’s home.” And just like that she watched the shutters fall across his face and knew that he was never going to allow this to happen again. The pair of them quickly straightened themselves out as they made their way out to greet Summer’s father.
“Dad! You’re home!” Summer said, feigning excitement and she grabbed a hug from him. Neil nodded to the pair of them.
“Would you like me to take your bags, sir?” Ryan asked, it seemed stupid considering he’d nearly been close to being inside his daughter but he wanted to do something, be helpful.
“That won’t be necessary, thank you. I want you to pack your bags.” Summer glanced at Ryan, horror written all over her face. He couldn’t know, could he?
“Why, dad?” Summer asked, Ryan couldn’t leave. He couldn’t!
“Because we’re all going to Palm Springs for the weekend! Invite Taylor and Seth if you want, Summer! I’m going to bed.”
Both Summer and Ryan felt a million bricks fall off their shoulders. Ryan had no idea how he was meant to be able to keep his hands of
Summer now.