s t a t i c
shanemitchienate
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by kathryn

basically, it's summer for me now, and so updates won't be so few and far between. (: this story was originally supposed to be less than ten chapters, but i'm so attached to it that it's probably gonna be...maybe twenty. xD the longest thing i've ever written!!

anyways, this chapter still doesn't fill the smitchie fluff quota you guys are probably dying for at this point. haha, sorry.

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chapter eleven:
when it all falls apart

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I go to school the next day, and everyone is staring at me. Well, everyone that's a sophomore anyways, and I have no idea why. My cheeks burn under their gazes, and I stare at my feet. I hate high school so much, and I hate myself, and I especially hate the way those girls are looking at me like I'm some sort of two-dollar whore.

"Sorry, ladies, show's over," Caity pulls me away and into the girl's bathroom. "Sweet baby Jesus, Mitchie, you said yes?"

I frown, and blink. "What are you talking about, Caity?"

"To Nate. I can't believe you said yes when I TOLD you to say no," Caity purses her lips, and my jaw falls open because I definitely did not say yes.

"I DIDN'T," I fold my arms over my chest, "I just said 'idk' and then stopped talking to him!"

Caity gapes at me, and then glares at the doorway. "That asshole. He's been saying YOU'RE his date to Homecoming."

I shake my head profusely, more out of protest than anger. I'm not angry at Nate; I just want to know why he'd assume that 'idk' meant yes. Because if anything, 'idk' meant 'no'.

We exit the bathroom after more than a minute of awkward (and on Caity's part, enraged) silence. Girls are still staring, but Caity tells them to look the hell away. And they do, because nobody messes with Caity Gellar, or Caity Gellar's best friend.

"Oh shit, there's the King of Douchbags himself," Caity hisses when we see Nate breezing down the hallway. He flashes me a dimpled smile, but I don't feel anything. Not even for a second.

Two seniors are behind Nate, two tall guys that talk and laugh casually, like old friends. They're cute and I can't help but stare for a minute.

And then I realize that they're seniors; on the highest end of the high school totem pole, probably with beautiful girlfriends and perfect lives.

They push past Nate, making him drop a book.

Nate sighs, and kneels down to pick it up.

Nate is not the greatest.

The words echo in my head, the reality that Nate really is still a lowly underclassmen just like me sinking in. Yeah, he's good at football and he's cute, but that doesn't make him the greatest person ever. And he's not even the most popular guy in my grade. One of them, sure – but he still falls second to this basketball player named Nicky Sobkowski.

I smile. Caity tugs at my hand. On the way down the hallway, I bump into someone. My eyes avert upward to see Shane in all of his hotness, towering over me.

"Watch it," he mumbles harshly before storming off down the hallway.

Tears prickle the corners of my eyes, and I numbly walk into first period. I'm so confused; I don't know what I did.

And then Nate smiles at me again, and people start staring.

Only two words run through my mind.

Oh hell.

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poor mitchie. :( maybe next chapter will be happier. lulz.

please review with more than "so cute" or "i loved it" or "update soon," danke.