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Chapter 4

Shane sat in silence, eating the burger Mitchie had delivered about ten minutes ago. They hadn't talked at all. She brought him a drink, his burger, and then left him alone. He kept stealing glances at her the entire time. But she was never looking back. She was either talking to the other waitresses, or just doing her job when other customers came in. Luckily no one recognized him. Yet, anyways. There was always that one person who started it off. But this time, maybe it was a good thing...

"Oh my, God! It's Shane Gray!" Shane didn't even care who it was that shrieked. He panicked. And for good reason. Not a moment later all eyes were on him. Not to mention the girl who shrieked was outside, therefore making everyone on the street freak out and rush to the restaurant. He was instantly surrounded by girls and, even a few guys. He gulped and looked around desperately, but was only able to see the crazy people that surrounded him and the questions that bombarded him. These people felt more like paparazzi then just fans. It all just became noise after the first few seconds.

Not a moment too soon, he felt a hand grab his arm and pull him out of the crowd of people. Fans tried to lash out at him, but the other person pulling him away was stronger. And before he knew it, he was being thrown into the back room of the restaurant. He had to catch his breath as he looked around, trying to clear his vision, only to be met by Mitchie slamming, and locking, the door.

She let out a breath and turned to face him. "Good. Lord. You have some crazy fans."

He shrugged sheepishly, surprising her, seeing as she was expecting some cheeky or cocky remark.

"Sorry." He mumbled, leaning against the wall behind him, crossing his arms over his chest out of habit. He raised his eyebrows though when he noticed her looking at him curiously.

"What?"

"Why do you keep apologizing?"

Shane scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. What kind of question was that?

"Maybe because I want to? And that I need to apologize to you for acting like a jerk. And getting you caught up in that mess." He gestured towards the door, which led to the commotion outside of it.

"Why should I believe you? I mean, you're a spoiled pop star."

"I prefer the term, rock star, thank you. And you don't even know me." He defended himself.

"No, I don't know you. But I don't have to. The press seems to have you figured out."

"You can't always believe what you hear."

"That's just the point. I didn't believe them."

He stayed quiet after that, remembering what she had said to Caitlyn about not listening to the press until she had actually met him. He sighed.

"Then you met me." He muttered quietly to himself. But she heard, and she nodded her head.

"So you really were a fan, huh?" She shrugged, but nodded her head again. "Why? Why didn't you listen to the press, or HotTunes or anything else that played me off as the bad boy?"

She was silent and thoughtful for a moment. But he waited patiently and curiously. "Because when I listened to your lyrics, they said otherwise. I mean, they were so thoughtful and meaningful that it just didn't seem that you could be that bad of a person. When I ran into you...I was shocked. Like completely and utterly shocked. You were so mad and cocky that it was almost hard to believe that it was you. I didn't want that person to be you." She admitted quietly, not daring to look at Shane.

He was silent. Taking in all of her words and playing them through his mind over and over again. They sat in silent for a few moments, not looking at each other, just thinking.

Then a knock on the door disrupted both of their thoughts. Mitchie stood up quickly and unlocked the door, opening it to reveal what Shane knew was the manager of the restaurant.

"Alright, so the coast is clear, Shane you can leave without being hounded by anybody."

Shane thanked him as he left. He pushed himself off the wall and over to Mitchie.

"Thanks...for getting me out of that mess."

"Your welcome."

Silence.

"Uh...you should probably...go."

He nodded his head and walked past her and out the back room door, back into the front of the restaurant. She followed shortly after him.

He bit his lip and stopped abruptly, making Mitchie nearly run into his back. He turned on his heel to face her. She looked up at him confused and curious. Before she could question him, he spoke up.

"Can I see you again?"

She was shocked by his question. She never expected him to ask something like that.

"Uh...I don't...know. Aren't you on tour?"

"Yeah, but the bus is broken down, and it'll probably be a couple more days."

"Why do you want to see me again anyways? I'm sure there are plenty of other girls vying for your attention."

"Yeah, but I don't wanna hang out with any of those girls. Please? What about tonight?"

"I have to work."

"No she doesn't!" Mitchie glared towards the back room where she knew her boss was smirking before turning back to Shane and huffing.

"What? You don't wanna hang out with me? Everyone wants to hang out with Shane Gray." He laughed lightly, but she only managed to glare at him. His popstar ego came out once again, and Mitchie wasn't too happy about it. At all.

"I guess I'm not everyone. Because I don't want to hang out with you." She spoke with a bitter edge to her voice. Shane stopped laughing and frowned.

"Why not?" He demanded. Getting really irritated with her determination to apparently not get to know him. "I've tried apologizing! Why the hell won't you forgive me?"

"What have you done to deserve my forgiveness? Saying you're sorry doesn't always fix things, pop star. Sorry you didn't get that memo." She said with a sarcastic bitterness.

"You know what, fine. I don't even know why I'm trying so hard to have you forgive me. You're just another fan." He glared before starting out the door.

"I'm not a fan. Remember?" Shane froze, but didn't turn back around to look at her, or to remark about her words, he just stormed down the sidewalk, making a mental note to never go back into that place again.

Shane Gray always got what he wanted. Everything he ever asked for, he got. So it was an understatement to say he didn't know why the hell Mitchie was being so damn stubborn. Every girl wanted Shane, whether they hated him or not. he just didn't understand it. But he didn't care anymore. She wasn't worth the fight. At least he hoped she wasn't. Yes, he liked her. But yes, he also hated her. She couldn't give him one fucking chance.

Shane shook his head and sighed before jumping back onto the tour bus, once again seeing Jason and Nate in their respective spots on the couch and chair. Nate holding a guitar and Jason trying to figure out how to work his iPod. Nate was the first to notice the angered Shane as he plopped down next to him on the couch.

"How did the search go?" Nate asked cautiously, knowing that one thing could set Shane over the edge.

"She won't give one fucking minute!" Shane roared, making Jason drop his iPod in shock and shoot his head up to look at Shane with wide eyes.

"That good, huh?" Nate said calmly, shaking his head and pushing his gaze back to his guitar, knowing there was a full on Shane rant coming.

"I don't get it! All she has to do is go on one date with me! Not even a date! Just...lunch! But no, she has to be so damn stubborn about it, and I just don't fucking get it! Every girl would kill just to talk to me, and she won't even do that!"

That got Nate's attention. His gaze once again averted to a red faced Shane.

"Maybe that's you're problem." Nate spoke accusingly.

"Excuse me?" Shane asked, ready to blow up again.

"You think you're so perfect and that everyone loves you just because of who you are. The girls that you're referring to don't want to hang out with you. They want to get famous and maybe make out with you a couple of times so they'll have a story to tell their friends. Mitchie doesn't want that, apparently. Maybe she wants someone who she can talk to and laugh with. She can't have that with you and your ego."

Shane was shocked. Nate had never said anything like that to him before. The sensible part of him knew he was right, but the rest of him just wanted to hit him. The rest of him won. And he was even shocked at himself for the first few seconds he saw Nate and his guitar fall off the couch and onto the ground clutching his jaw and looking at Shane incredulously.

There was a shocked silence for a minute, all the boys to stunned to move.

"Shane. Come with me. Now." All three boys whipped their heads to looked to the front of the bus, Nate wincing once he felt the sharp pain in his jaw. All eyes were met with Connect 3's manager. Nigel.

Shane gulped before looking down at Nate, who was just scowling at him.

He reluctantly stood up, and walked to the back of the bus, a furious manager following closely behind him, stopping briefly to look at Nate.

"Go put some ice on that and then get off the bus for a little while." He demanded quietly before going to talk to Shane.

Nate just watched him for a minute, still in shock, but was now more furious than anything. A few minutes went by before Nate finally stood up and walked off the bus.

Shane had never hit him before. Sure, he threatened, but he never actually punched him like that. His jaw felt like it was on fire, but he chose to ignore it as he walked aimlessly down the surprisingly empty sidewalk as far away from the bus as he could.

He didn't know what happened to Shane. He used to be his best friend. They had a vow to never get caught up in it. Shane was the only one to break it. It infuriated Nate. More then anything. He, Shane, and Jason were like brothers. Sometimes Nate just regretted ever getting into a band with them. He loved it, more than anything. But honestly. He could do without Shane and his attitude. He was never the one who had the best temper, but it just seemed to get worse.

Nate shook his head and directed his gaze to the ground. The next time he looked up he was at an unfamiliar place. He must've walked farther than he thought. Oh well. He shrugged and looked up to see where he was, to be met by a sign on a building that said Barney's Burgers. He could go for a burger.

There didn't seem to be too many people in there, so he walked into the building, hearing the 'ding' of the bell as he opened the door. The one thing he didn't expect to see was Mitchie standing there. From the look on her face she wasn't expecting to see him either.

"Uh...hi." Nate said awkwardly. "Mitchie...right?"

She just nodded her head and sighed. "Nate, right?" He nodded back at her.

"Never did I imagine seeing two members of Connect 3 in here on the same day. So, can I get you a--What happened to your face?" She said, almost shocked.

Nate gulped quietly. He almost forgot about the pain in his jaw, until he remembered it was there. He shifted uncomfortably in his spot and shrugged.

"Shane and I kinda got into a misunderstanding." He said as honestly as he could. Her eyes widened considerably.

"Shane did that to you?!" She all but shrieked. Nate nodded slowly.

"Oh my, God, it's swollen. Here, come with me, you need to put some ice on it." She grabbed his wrist and pulled him farther into the building, he knew not to argue, so he just followed obediently. She ended up pulling him into the back room, letting him sit on one of the tables while she got some ice for him.

It was silent until she tentatively put the ice on his face, making him flinch from the cold contact.

"Jesus, that's cold!" He tried to pull his face away, but Mitchie and the ice followed him.

"Yeah, that's supposed to help it--Stop pulling away, you'll get used to it in about seconds." He still pulled his head away. She rolled her eyes and resorted to cupping her hand around the back of his neck and keeping his head still, then putting the ice on his face where he once again flinched.

"There, now stay still, it won't be as bad in a few seconds." Nate waited for a few seconds, and sure enough it stopped bothering him enough for her to drop her hand away from the back of his neck. But he continued to let her hold the ice to his jaw.

It was silent for a few moments before Mitchie finally broke it. "So...what exactly happened between you and Shane?"

Nate sighed, contemplating carefully on whether he should tell her or not. He knew she was already unhappy with Shane, this might just make it worse. But for some reason, he couldn't deny her curious brown eyes that he couldn't seem to look away from.

"He was mad that you wouldn't go out with him, and I kind of said the right thing at the wrong time." He watched as shock and anger took the place of curiosity in her eyes. She didn't say anything for a few moments.

"What's his problem?" Nate scrunched his eyebrows at her question. "I mean, is there some deeper meaning to his attitude...or did he really just get caught up in it all?" Her tone sounded almost sad, and it made Nate sigh. He had to give her the answer he knew she didn't want.

"He got caught up." He watched the disappointment flash in her eyes and he swore he could feel the breaking of his heart. "I'm sorry. I know that's not the answer you wanted."

She sighed. "Why? Why was it just him, why are you and Jason so grounded?"

"Because more people like him. The front man always gets more attention, therefore, the more he got, the more he wanted."

She scoffed lightly. "How do you handle him? I mean, how often do you get punched like this?"

"Never. This is a first. He always threatens, but this is the first he did it. He didn't even give a warning. You must have some affect on him." Now he watched as guilt flashed in her eyes, and he immediately regretted his words. She pulled the ice away from his face and placed it on the table next to him.

"I'm sorry, I--"

"Don't apologize." Nate jumped in quickly. "It was just a matter of time before he snapped like that anyways. It's not your fault." He promised, but she was having none of that.

"But if I hadn't rejected him, he wouldn't have been so angry and you wouldn't have a bruise on your jaw." She insisted.

"Mitch, I promise, it's not your fault."

"Yes it is." She mumbled.

Nate sighed and jumped off the table to stand in front of her. He grinned lightly. "Well if you're not gonna give it up, then you'll just have to make it up to me. There's an Italian place down the street that I've been wanting to try."

He watched as Mitchie smiled and nodded her head before checking her watch. "Alright, my shift is ending anyways, I guess I can handle lunch with you. Just let me clock out and we can go."

Nate smiled and nodded his head before walking back out in the restaurant with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face. He had a lunch date with Mitchie.

Shane was going to kill him.

Ohh betcha didn't see that one coming. Don't hate me. haha. I promise this is not a Nitchie, but this gave me a way to draw out the love/hate relationship with Shane and Mitchie just a little bit, because honestly it's pretty hard to write about them basically hating each other. But I'll do it, because it's also really fun to have Mitchie telling Shane off.

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