Chapter 1: Painted Whore?
It's been a LONG time since I've seen Shane Gray. Ha. What am I talking about? It's been a whole YEAR. I'm going crazy! He won't call anymore; he doesn't send letters that make me want to post up on the fridge and say, "OH YEAH THIS IS MY BABY!" And I kind of miss the weird look my mom gives me when I do that. I really don't think Shane has an explanation for it, but I'm hoping he does. I can't tell you how much I've cried every time I come home from good old school and ask my mom if "he" called. No, the answer was always no.
But it doesn't matter; I'm going to see him today. I just hope he's the same. That's right; Shane was a BIG jerk before I met him. He seemed to be happier and nicer as we started to become friends.
"MITCHIE!" I turned, and was immediately swept off my feet. I expected to see Shane, but it was Caitlin. "Yo! I missed you so much!" she screamed, hugging me. I shoved her off.
"Let's get ONE thing straight, Geller," I looked at her all serious. "I hug YOU!" I smiled big and we hugged again. I think she actually believed I was stuck up. No way. Everyone around here knows me as a big hearted girl with a dream. Even though I think I'm a piece of shit, they think of me as a true miracle to camp.
Caitlin let go. "I have to tell you something…" she said a little nervously. I smiled. It couldn't be that bad…could it? But Caitlin paused and I could see she was almost crying. Oh no…please don't tell me he died. Caitlin, anything but him being dead. I almost cried it out when someone tapped my shoulder.
I turned around. "SHANE!" I hugged him like he was a fucking cotton candy smelling teddy bear! "I missed you! Why didn't you call me, or at least send a letter!" I kissed him. But he didn't kiss back. What's going on?
I saw a blonde curly haired girl step beside him. "Back off, painted whore," she growled. Something in me screamed to kill her, but I chose that time to turn to Shane and let him explain. "Oh, he's not going to defend you, bitch. He's mine now. Let me break it down for you, Shane and I are-," the soon Michael Jackson look-alike walked close to me, "lovers." I felt my inside snap and I shivered. Suddenly it was cold, so cold. This wasn't true. It could NEVER be true. I wouldn't let it be true.
"Is it true?" I managed to whisper through my cold lips. Shane pulled me into a hug. I stayed limp. He backed up, then grabbed his girlfriend's hand and walked away.
"Mitchie…" I turned to Caitlin.
"Suddenly, I would've liked it better if he was dead." I walked away.