Okaaaay, I'm so sorry for all this confusion whatnot! I decided I'll just keep this post so I don't complicate things more by posting a new one that would replace this. Please just bare with me. :) And I'm sorry again for everyone who's confused or anything. If you have any questions, I'd be more than happy to answer them.

Ch.11

Mitchie's POV

I'm in newspapers and tabloids all over the world now. My reputation is practically demolished. My relationship is ruined. My life is over. And I'm the 'bad girl' of the music industry. And it's not the rebel kind of bad girl, either. It's the everybody-hates-me-because-they-think-I-cheated-on-the-sweetest-girl-in-America kind of bad girl. Fuck. I could live with the whole world hating me as long as I had Mikayla here by my side, but no. I don't have her. I don't have anybody. Well, that's not true. I have my bitch of a grandmother. Awww, damn. Mikayla called my grandma a bitch. I'm screwed. She won't even listen to me, either. After the concert, I went to her house because I saw what happened and I needed to explain.

My limo pulled up to Mikayla's house at about ten minutes ago. I'm just sitting here though. I don't know what to say. 'Sorry, my ex rushed into my room last night, declaring her undying love for me, and you just caught me at a bad moment.' Yeah, that's going to work. I roll my eyes and get out of the car. It's about 11 at night and all of their lights in the house are off. I walk up to the door, contemplating on whether or not I should use my key. Probably not a good idea.

I ring the door bell twice and I wait about thirty seconds before the door starts to open. Mikayla's standing there, pajama pants and a white v-neck on. Her eyes are bloodshot and I immediately know what she's been doing. Oh, God. I'm a terrible girlfriend.

"What do you want, Mitchie?" She sounds so... tired. Worn out. Exhausted. I made her feel that way. It's my fault. I'm such a dumbass! I need to tell her what happened before she does something drastic. Like try to break up with me. Oh my God. What if she's going to do that?! I instantly start to hyperventilate. "Mitchie?" She asks, this time sounding genuinely concerned. "Come on. Come inside." She pulls me inside and leads me upstairs to her room. "Sit down. We need to talk." I obey and sit down. "What I saw earlier, Mitchie, I—I don't even know what to say to that."

"You don't have to say anything. Just let me tell you what happ—" She cut me off shaking her head and telling me 'No.' repeatedly.

"I don't want to know what happened, Mitchie. I really don't. It will just hurt more. And you know what? I'm tired of hurting over you and Jessica!" She says in a loud whisper. I assume Angie must be sleeping. "I'm done, Mitchie. I'm done." What? No. No. No. This—she can't do this!

"Mikayla, please!" I yell, standing up. She shushes me and I lower my volume, "No, don't—don't shush me. You don't understand! She came into my room and told me she loved me, I wasn't facing her, so I thought it was you! She turned me around and kissed me! Okay? That's what you saw!" She shaking her head again and pacing. Oh no. Pacing is never good. "I love you, Mikayla!" I make an attempt to grab her arm, but she just yanks it away and backs up, away from me.

"No. If you did, you wouldn't do this to me!" She sits on her bed and puts her hands up to cover her face. This only means one thing: she's about to cry. I kneel down in front of her and and place my hands on her wrists. I can feel her shaking, and it saddens me. How could this happen? Why must it be our relationship?

"Mikayla, please. Jus—just look at me." I gently pull her wrists down, and reach one hand to her chin to raise her face, but she looks away. She's got tears streaming from her miserable eyes. Her bottom lip is quivering and I can't stop the salt water droplets from coming out of my eyes too. I lay my hand back in hers. Just sitting there. On my knees. Waiting for her to say something. When she does, it's not exactly what I was hoping for.

"You should go. There's nothing left here for you." That's when I could feel our hearts break. Both at the same time. I don't understand why she's doing this. I really don't.

"Mikayla, don't say that. You're here. I'm here for you. I need you. I love you." I tell her, anticipating her eyes to be on mine. I hate Jessica. I hate her so much right now. Mikayla eyes finally reach mine, but as soon as they do, I see them fill with tears.

"Mitch, don't make this harder for me. I hurts enough to have to say this to you—" I cut her off, not believing what I'm hearing.

"Then don't say it!" I cry out. But she's not listening to me anymore. Her once beautiful brown eyes, now dull and glazed over. I know what she's thinking. And right now, I wish I didn't.

"But it will hurt more if I stay like this. I can't do this. I just—I can't. Please, just go." She stands up and walks out the room and down the stairs. I watch her, unable to control my sobs. I soon follow after. She waiting for me at the front door. With it open already. Well, if that doesn't say 'get the fuck out,' then I don't know what does. I approach her, and she hangs her head.

I try one more time to lift it, and this time she lets me. I lean in for one last kiss, but she jerks her body away from me. "I'm sorry, Mikayla. We can still be friends though, right? Don't take that away from me." She nods solemnly and opens the door wider. I take the hint and walk out.

And that leaves us at school. Two weeks later. I'm sitting here in the quad at a four seated table, by myself. Just watching her from across the cafeteria. She's sitting with all of the popular kids, as she used to back before I got here. But this one particular guy that's all over her. And she just keeps glancing over here, like she's waiting for a reaction. You know how that makes me feel? It makes me feel jealous. Very jealous and I don't like it. He needs to stop. Now. I gather all of my things and shuffle over to her table. They're all sitting on top of it though, 'cause they're too cool to sit on the seats. Pff, yeah right. They all turn to look at me, but I keep my eyes on Mikayla and him.

"Hey, Jackass, keep your hands off my girlfriend." I tell him, and Mikayla looks at me like 'What the fuck' type look. He looks at me and stands up. Oh shit! He's like a Chris-Brown-looking Goliath! "Woah there, Jack, where's your beanstalk? Jesus! You're huge!" Mikayla smacks her forehead with her hand and stands up off the table.

"You better watch who you're talking to. And she's not your girlfriend anymore. She's mine!" He says as he grabs he waist and pulls her to him. She looks really uncomfortable right now.

"Like hell she is! If Mikayla belongs to anyone, it's me!" I shout and by now, everyone in the caf is watching. Whores, mind your own business! But back to the big guy, he's trying to think of something to say, but the bell rings, saving him. She hugs him and he says something. Something that catches my attention.

"So I'll pick you up around five, and we'll head to The Ice Cream Shoppe, okay?" She nods her head and he walks off. Hmm... a date? No, no. I need to stop. I shouldn't have even said anything to them in the first place. Fuck. But I have to see if it's a date. Ugh, I'll just ask her. She's walking out of the cafeteria and I run to catch up with her. "Mikayla, wait!" She stops but doesn't turn around. I reach her and we walk to her next class. "Look, I know you really don't want to talk to me, but I didn't cheat on you. I can promise you that. But if you're trying to get back at me by going out with Jac—"

"His name is Kris, Mitchie. And I'm going out with him tonight because he's nice an—wait! I don't have to explain myself to you." We keep walking to her class, when she stops suddenly and turns around to me. "Mitchie, listen, I've gathered all of your things and I need you to pick them up at my house after school, okay?" I nod absentmindedly and she continues to sixth period. She's got my stuff packed? It's happened. It's officially over. I can't believe this. My one true love, as cliché as this sounds, has left me. I mean, emotionally, she ended us fourteen and a half days ago. But physically? I was still there, in her house and room, because my stuff was there. Now—now it's over. We're done.

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"So, class, we have a new student today. Her name is Jessica Spruce." My head whips up from my class work as I hear Ms. Simpson spew those horrible words. Sure enough, my luck just keeps getting worse and worse. It's Jessica. The Jessica that ruined my life. Not to be melodramatic or anything, but I might as well be dead. "There, right next to..." She scans the room for an empty seat and I immediately throw my backpack into the seat next to me. "Mitchie! Right there, Jessica. Mitchie raise your hand for Jessica." I partially stick my hand in the air. She moseys over and I'm reluctant to move my bag, but I do.

"Hey, Mitchie. I know I messed up things with Mikay—" Oh no she didn't just say 'messed up things' all casually like that. A sista will get hyphy up in this bitch! Oh, man. I need to calm down. I musta heard that from the first week I came back. I sat with the 'Cool Blacks' as everyone calls them. They were the only ones who would let me sit with them because of all the drama I caused. They thought it was cool how I, and I quote, "Spread my shit all ova the fuckin' nation." Yeah, but they were cool. They said if I ever need a place to sit, their table's always got a spot for 'The Drama Bitch.' That's what they called me. But they taught me stuff, too. Like how to stand up to other people. Like Golia—I mean Kris. They said he's a real panzy and that I should beat his ass.

But back to the topic before hand, "You didn't 'mess things up,' Jessica. You fucked up my relationship." She nods and continues.

"Right. And I don't see why we can't be friends." She tells me, looking at me, eyes full of hope. You know what? Hope is off duty today. So there is no way in hell I'm being her friend. No way.

"Really? You don't see why?" I scoff and pack my stuff up upon hearing the bell ring. She gets up and just stands there. "What?" I ask sternly. I'm so not going to lie, I can see why I dated Jessica. She was beautiful then, and she's stunning now. Blondish-brown hair, tan, dimples, and she plays sports; so she's super fit. I'm talkin' defined abs, fit.

"Well, it's just—I don't have any friends here. They're all older and moved away. Please Mitchie? I'll even help you get Mikayla back." Damn it. She played the Mikayla card. Well, she does seem sincere. Maybe I should give her a chance? Let's just see what else she offers. We're walking out of class I see Mikayla from behind. If she sees me with Jess, she'll really hate me, so I cut our talk short.

"Okay, fine! But I've gotta go. I'll talk to you later." It's hard to catch up to Mikayla, so I sprint and as soon and I get to her, I grasp her shoulder.

"You ready? I've got places to be later." And with that, she leads the way to her car.

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She opens the door and tells me to wait on the couch. I do. For a long ass time too! Like, ten minutes before I decide to go up there. I climb the stairs, one by one, quietly. It's all silent, except I can hear something. I can't quite make it out, but I press closer to her bedroom door. It's cracked open and the light's on. I slightly push the door open and see Mikayla sitting on the floor with her head in her hands, and a picture of us laying next to her. I kneel down in front of her, just like two dreadful weeks ago. She still doesn't know I'm in here.

I place my hands softly on hers, to pull them away. She jumps when she sees me, and begins violently wiping her eyes. Mikayla gets up and puts the picture in the box labeled 'Mitchie.' She tries avoiding me, by finding other things to put in the box, but I'm tired of her avoiding me. "Mikayla." She keeps looking through everything in her room. "Mikayla." Nothing. C'mon, Mik. As she's about to pass me, I grab her by her wrists and stop her, "Mikayla!" I look into her brow puffy eyes and see they're still watery.

"What, Mitchie?" She inquires in a small voice, "I'm trying to get your stuff so you can go. I'm sure you have better things to do." God, is she pregnant or going through menopause, or... or something? She so mood-swingy. One second she's mad, another she's sad, the next she's distant. I don't understand her sometimes. She so moody, I can't even tell what she's thinking. She starts crying again and I draw her in for a hug. She hesitates and tries to push me away, but I can't let her. I just hug tighter and she gives in, clutching me tightly. I stand there, gently rocking her as she sniffles and sobs into my shirt. My arms are around her neck and hers are underneath my underarms and wrapped up to my shoulders.

I kiss the side of her head and tell her, "I love you, Mikayla." She doesn't respond, but I'm okay with that. A few minutes pass and I lead her over to the bed for her to sit. I perch myself next to her and ask, "Are you okay now?" And then she looks at me. It's like... she's confused about something. "What's bothering you?" She looks away from me for a second, before her eyes flicker back to mine.

"Why am I the one who broke up with you and yet I'm the one crying right now?" I place a hand on her shoulder.

"Maybe you regret it?" It's worth a shot. I hope she does. I mean, I really don't care about my reputation being trashed or my fa—no wait, I do care about my fans. But they'd believe me, so we're good on that one. And the press—oh God, the press. They've been making up all kinds of lies about the concert night. But as I was saying, I don't care about the rep, as long as I get her back.

"Mitchie, I have to tell you something. Promise me you won't get mad?" Oh man, what'd she do? She is seeing that Kris guy! I knew it! And he had his hands all over her. I didn't get to put my hands all over her until ten years later! Ooh, I'll kill him! And what if they had sex?! Oh dear God! Okay, calm down, Mitchie. You can handle this. "I didn't break up with you because of the concert night ordeal." Three words: What. The. Fuck.

Okay... So, I'm so sorry it took me eight days to update! Please forgive me?

I've been sick for a few days and I finally got to stay home today, so I started writing this last night and I finished it up today. I promise never to go that long without updating again! My mom has just been on my case lately because of my grades and whatnot. Sooo I hope you guys liked the chapter. Although, I'm not exactly pleased with it. Remember to Review(: Oh! and check my page for updates on an update! lol that looks funny.

PS- I've been contemplating on doing a one maybe two shot... any ideas?