I own nothing, except my imagination...
"Caitlyn!," I yelled as I stumbled down the stairs. This was my usual morning routine. I would always wake up late, and Cait would leave without me.
"Mitchie! Hurry up! Geez...why do you have to be such a slow-poke?"
"Just because you manage to wake up before I do does not mean I'm a slow-poke," I retorted, climbing into the car.
"Well hurry up next time, kay?"
"You know," I said, "You could try to wake me up,"
"I would, but you seriously sleep like a log,"
Bold Font: Sleeping like a log is a idiom used to describe a person (okay, generally a person) when they sleep a very, very deep sleep.
EnchantixTracy: Thank you bold font. But my readers are not idiots. Please follow the script given to you
Bold Font: *sob* nobody respects me *sob*
"I do not!," I cried. Seriously. Cait has to stop the PMS.
"And I am not PMSing," she said, making a left turn and entering the school parking lot.
"Okay. Let's just do this one last time,"
"Yeah," she said getting out of the car. I can't believe that this is the last day of our Junior Year,"
"Me either," I said stopping by my locker and working the combination.
"Can you believe that next year is our last year in high school?"
"I actually can," I said taking my books out, "I really want high school to end. I can't wait for college,"
"You're no fun," said Caitlyn sticking her tongue out at me.
I laughed as we entered homeroom. I stopped laughing as soon as I saw Dave Weatherman.
Dave is like the hottest boy in our school. And he's a junior, just like me.
"Mitchie?" asked Cailyn, "You're drooling,"
I snapped back into reality and went to my seat, which is 4 seats behind Dave.
He looked up just as I did, and he smiled and waved at me. I was about to get up when I realized that he isn't looking at me, but behind me. I looked behind me and came face to face with Tess-Bitch-Tyler.
Tess and I have been enemies since like forever. Nobody knows why. Quite frankly, I don't either. But she hates me for some reason, so I play along too.
"Well. If it isn't Bitchie Mitchie," she sneered.
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EnchantixTracy: Oh Bold Font! I'm flattered!
Bold Font:...because it will bore you to death, and inspire you to read other fanfics by Moliver.
EnchantixTracy: I thought you were on my side *sad*
Bold Font: Moliver is better...
"Tess," I said with equal malice.
"You're in my way, Bitch,"
"So surprising that you can actually look over those fake boobs Tess" said Caitlyn, stepping in.
"At least I have boobs," she said, "Not like yours, tiny and invisible. No wonder Nate dumped you,"
"At least she has enough grace to charm Nate," I stepped in, "Unlike you. A guy could smell your B.O. a mile away,"
"Shut up, Bitch,"
I started to say something back but then Mr. Waldorf silenced us. I shrank back into my seat, because we had attracted a lot of attention, including that of Dave.
xXx
"Urggghhh. I hate Tess," said Cait as soon as we sat on our table.
"What's wrong?" asked Lola, another one of our friends.
"Same old," I said.
She nodded and went back to her book.
"Where're Peggy and Ella?" I asked.
"Pegs and El are in Mexico, remember?" said Caitlyn.
"Oh Yeah," I replied relishing the memory of both of them angry at their parents for going to Mexico for the summer.
Cait's phone beeped, and she looked at her screen and from her expression, I could tell it was Nate.
I have never actually met him. Every time he is in the town, they go out, and I give my BFF her privacy. I have never met Shane and Jason either.
I actually hate the boys. I remember how Cait would sit for hours, waiting for Nate to call, and he wouldn't. She would spend most of her nights at my house, crying and getting over yet another break up with him.
And Shane and Jason were bastards too. Once when Cait called Nate to introduce me and Lola to him, Shane and Jason picked up, and then said pretty mean stuff to her.
So then I began to write fanfictions. In them, I would take out all my hate, and make myself feel better.
Which reminds me. I need to upload my new chapter today.
Bold Font: So you see, fanfiction authors have a life too. So don't just give them a single worded review by asking them to upload. Remember, the more and better reviews an author gets, the faster they update, with chapters in great quality.
EnchantixTracy: Wow Bold Font! Where did that come from?
Bold Font: Don't act innocent. You're paying me to say all this to get more reviews, remember?
At home, I threw my bag down and sat on my laptop.
While it was getting started, I freshened up and arranged my homework in order for tonight.
Bold Font: Mitchie is a geek.
I went to google docs and started typing. I was just finishing my chapter when the doorbell rang.
I sighed and went down the stairs, and opened the door.
And there, before me, stood the man who is the inspiration of all my stories - Shane Grey.
I must have been gaping, because he smirked, and then pushed me aside and came in.
"Wha-," I tried to say as I closed and door and followed him. He seemed to be looking for something, because he went into the guest room and came back with a disappointed look on his face.
"Where's your room?" he asked with impatience.
"What are you doing?"
"Is it upstairs?" he asked as if I hadn't said anything.
He dashed up the stairs and went straight into my room. I followed him in and spotted him with my laptop.
I snatched it away from him and backed up to the wall.
"Don't mind me," he said, "I just want to take a look at your laptop,"
"I do mind you being here and no, you cannot look at my laptop," I said stubbornly.
"Such confidence," he said as he took a step towards me, "You really are the one,"
"The who?" I asked.
"The one. The chick who's writing gay stories on me and my brothers,"
"I think you are mistaken," I said. I was actually shocked beneath this tone. How did he know about me? According to my profile, I was just a girl from New Jersey.
"Oh really?" he asked taking another step, "I'm standing in front of a girl who is a teenager, a fan-not, and a possible fanfiction author. Do I really need more evidence to prove you guilty?"
"I am not a fan because I happen to know you from up close. And even if I am the girl, I would like to say that these stories are completely fictional, and no personal harm in intended. And plus, you deserve it,"
"Oh please. Just because you attended one of my concert and I said 'rock on' to you, you can't assume that you know me up close,"
"Oh, I didn't mean it that way. I meant that I have actually had a conversation with you,"
"Honey, I say rock on to every girl who is taken away after she jumps on me,"
"I am not one of those girls,"
"Then you are the author,"
"Yes, I am,"
"Listen up bitch," he paused. He suddenly looked dangerous and evil. He came close to me, and then rubbed his cheek against mine. I flinched, but I couldn't move.
"Stop it, okay?" he whispered in my ear, "Girls like you just want attention, and they will do just anything to get it. Congratulations you got mine. Now will you stop? I'm getting tired of this. Just because you got tired of fucking your boyfriends, you can't just...,"
He didn't say anything, else, because by then I had pushed him back and slapped him hard across the cheek.
"How dare you! How just dare you say that to me?" I cried.
He looked at me with surprise. Maybe he thought that just because I'm a slut, he could say anything to me. Well he was wrong.
"No wonder Caity dumped your brother," I spat at him, "No one would want to date a monster like you, or the brother of a monster like you,"
"You know Caity?" he asked, still holding his hand to his cheek.
"Of course I know her! She's my best friend. Remember the day when she called to introduce her best friends to Nate, and you and Jason picked up and insulted her? Well..."
"Okay. My turn bitch," he said coming close again, "Stop the fanfictions, okay? Or I'll make your life a living hell. Just go back to fucking your boyfriends. And here's some money," he said as he threw a roll of cash in my direction, "For getting an abortion, because you're gonna need one since you're a whore who can't keep her legs closed,"
And with that, he left. I stood alone in my room, and then began to cry. After about ten minutes, I heard footsteps.
"Mitchie! What's wrong?"
I immediately know that it was Caitlyn. She rushed to me, and then hugged me.
"What happened?"
I just sobbed harder and harder. I couldn't stop crying.
xXx
I cried for the whole night. And Caitlyn stayed with me for the whole time. The only time she left my side was when she called her parents to tell them that she was staying at my house for the night.
When my parents came home, they were shocked to see me so hysterical. My mom was in tears too. And my dad was pretty close to crying too.
Nobody knew what happened to me. I just couldn't tell them. Caitlyn was just beginning to forgive Nate, and I did not want her to be mad at him.
Just because Shane's a dick, Nate doesn't have to be one too.
From Caitlyn's description, Nate is a very sweet guy. 'A Perfect Gentleman' as she calls him.
So I just kept quiet. I finally fell asleep at about four in the morning, only to wake up two hours later.
I looked at Caitlyn, who was sleeping beside me, and made up my mind.
I had to act normal. For her sake. If I could just pretend that everything's normal, then Cait and my parents would be happy.
All I have to do is to stop writing fanfiction I thought. Then everything will be fine.
Bold Font: What will happen now? Will Mitchie really stop writing? Will she be able to keep her secret? And will she and Shane cross paths again? Find out in...
EnchantixTracy: You really need to learn to shut up, you know? Alright readers! See you in next chapter! Reviews make me happy!
