Okayyyyy…This is for everyone for Valentines Day, albeit, a bit late but at least it's here. Actually, I didn't think of updating this until I saw a tweet asking me to update for Valentines Day. :)
Disclaimer: I own only the plot.
Chapter 12
Unlike most girls, Caitlyn was never one to drown her sorrows in junk food. When upset, she was often found taking a hot shower and appetiteless. There wasn't much consolation in any of her thoughts, and no excuses for Shane's behavior would come to mind. No matter how hard she racked her brain.
As predicted-at least Caitlyn had been hoping desperately- her doorbell ran just as Caitlyn had stepped out of the shower and finished brushing her hair. She glared at her reflection, ignoring the chiming alarm of someone at her front door.
It wasn't until she had finished dressing in pajama pants and a tank top that Caitlyn huffed in annoyance at Shane's persistence. Stomping down the stairs, she threw her wet hair over her shoulder and stopped at the front door.
"What!" she snapped, knowing he would hear her. Suddenly the silence seemed to weigh on her shoulders, but her knuckles were white from the fists she formed in anxiety and impatience to hear his response.
"Can I come in?..." Shane's voice sounded uncertain and more than a little wary. Considering this a moment, Caitlyn ran a hand through her hair and stared unblinkingly at the door.
"No." Caitlyn stated coldly, feeling nauseated all over again at his tone. Why had he let Mitchie do that? Was he bored with her already, and Mitchie was a willing replacement?"
"Please, Cait…" Shane reply came, "I'm sorry, okay? I know why you're upset-I'm not that stupid."
"Go away, Gray." Caitlyn demanded bitterly, folding her arms tightly against her chest before she stalked to the kitchen. Nothing in the fridge looked anywhere near appetizing. Even coffee sounded disgusting at that moment.
Shane took to ringing the doorbell again and Caitlyn ignored it for as long as her patience would allow-which wasn't very long. With a groan of annoyance she made her way back to the front door, pondering a moment on what to say.
"Would you quit ringing my doorbell, jerk?!" she spat slamming her fist against the door in frustration with everything at the moment. As if hearing the hurt that she tried to keep hidden from her voice, Shane tried the doorknob as though to get her to reconsider letting him in.
Caitlyn cursed and kicked the door, "Go away! I don't want you here!" she yelled, but even as she spoke, the warm, salty tears were making their way down her face. They were tears of anger, hurt, and fear. Equal parts of all three.
"Listen," Shane spoke in a low tone, "I just-"
Before he could go on, Caitlyn threw the door open and shoved him roughly in the chest, resulting in him taking a steadying step backwards but tripping on the porch steps and falling to the ground.
"I'm only gonna tell you once, Gray-get off my property." Caitlyn seethed, returning to her safety in the house with the door locked. At the moment, she couldn't get herself to care that she was crying, or that he had probably seen her crying, or that Shane could possibly be hurt.
Gradually, the guilt nagged at Caitlyn and she groaned at herself and flung the door open, not really that surprised to see Shane still there. He was seated on her porch, leaning against the house. Hearing the door open, he looked quickly up at her, a hurt look on his face.
"Get in here." she growled the demand, walking into the kitchen, but leaving the door open for his entrance. Whether he would follow or not, Caitlyn didn't need to wonder-she knew he would.
Jumping up to sit on the kitchen counter, Caitlyn crossed her arms over her chest and stared angrily at Shane standing before her. The thought that maybe she should have put on regular clothes passed her mind, at the moment she didn't care if she looked like a bum or not.
"Talk."
"What do you want me so say?" Shane asked softly, staring at the island in the kitchen that his finger was nervously tracing patterns on.
"Honestly, Shane, what I want you to say isn't going to be what you have to say." Caitlyn stated in irritation, tilting her head to the side slightly.
"Why not?"
"Because I know what I saw, and you can't undo that." she snapped, feeling her temper flare at just the her memory's image of Mitchie so close against Shane like that.
"I could say that it wasn't what you thought…?" he met her eyes timidly, knowing the anger and fury he'd find on her face.
"You didn't stop her." Caitlyn whispered coldly, pointing out the painful truth.
"Caitlyn, I-"
"Don't deny it, Shane!" she nearly yelled, slipping off the counter, "I know what I saw, and in truth, it was disgusting!"
"You don't-" he began pleadingly, but she cut him off again angrily.
"Just shut up." Caitlyn seethed, "I honestly don't see any excuse for what you did! And trust me-I've tried like crazy!" The silence seemed to fall suddenly and they only stood a couple of feet apart, each with different expressions.
Caitlyn shook her head slightly, willing the mixed emotion tears not to fall as she left the room, her bare feet not making a sound on the wood floor. There was a small fear pushing it's way to the front of her mind as she slowly ascended the stairs.
What if Shane left and that was the end?
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