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Okay, so this is the latter part after Mary & Mitchie's talk, but it had gotten too long, so I just added it as another chapter. This is mostly just a dream, although I think you'll all like the end :)

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Disclaimer: I do not - don't - own CR.

Finally, feeling content after my talk with Mary, my eyes managed to close. Finally. Still, it seemed that normal sleep wasn't something that I was going to be getting tonight. I couldn't help but still toss and turn, moaning occasionally and probably kicking Aydan quite a few more times, unfortunate for Aydan. My 'sleep' consisted of restlessness and haunting dreams.

"We hate you, yes you, you pathetic little, never-going-to-be-anything Mitchie Torres. And it's not just us that feel that way, don't worry." Hannah exclaimed, flicking back her perfectly blonde highlighted hair, shoving a pink piece of paper towards my face. Alice and Daisy, Hannah's two clones, giggled in the background. All watching me closely as I grabbed at the paper. All chuckling about something that I didn't know, but soon would.

Feeling confused, I picked up the paper before it could fall, and instantly wished I hadn't looked at it. Hurt, betrayal, anger... I dropped it right away, feeling as if I'd been burned, and Barbie *as I liked to call her, if you were wondering, that's my nickname for Hannah* and the two clones laughed relentlessly. Excited at my hurt expression. Excited about the tears they knew were soon to come. Excited about the fact they'd managed to crush me.

'We Hate Mitchie Torres'... a petition. A stinking painful petition. The cruelest, most ruinous thing they'd done so far, and here they were laughing like it was all just some kind of jokes. Like there wasn't a girl left who wasn't broken, tattered, and crushed. Shattered. Trying to hold back my tears, I stepped away from them, making my way towards the bathroom, where I could hide and no one would see the trail of tears they'd left behind.

Before I could reach my destination, or was even close to reaching it, a hand reached out, grasping my arm, stopping me in my tracks. It pulled me closer, and I could feel a warm presence beside me, whispering reassuringly to me. Telling me that I would make it through this.

"It's fine, Mitchie. That was in the past; this is the future." I furrowed my eyebrows together as I turned around, noting the fact that Shane - yes, Shane - was pulling my arm, motioning for me to follow him through the throng of people. It appeared that we were at some sort of party, and Shane was smiling at me like an idiot. His hand was on my wrist, and I confusedly followed him, pushing through the large crowd. Why I was choosing to trust him, I didn't know. Somehow, I just knew I was so stupid to allow him to lead me to... wherever he was leading me.

Shane led me up to a table, and, grinning stupidly, released my hand as he climbed up onto the table. Frowning, now even more confused, I watched as Shane grabbed the microphone from the DJ's hand and stood on the table, smiling down at me. I covered my mouth, partly out of fear of what he was planning on doing.

"Mitchie Torres." He began. Oh no, this could not be good. "Mitchie Torres, as we know her, is just a common girl, yet somehow she manages to find a way to appear as if she's more than just that." Oh... no. I wasn't quite sure to take that as a compliment, or just a repeat of what he'd said earlier. Only said in a nicer way, of course. Shane smiled cockily, reaching down and pulling me up next to him, and leaning over, his head so close to me that I could feel his breath on my neck. Oh no, he's leaning closer now. I closed my eyes, half expecting him to kiss me, but a few seconds later, when I still didn't feel his lips, I re-opened my eyes, jumping back slightly at how close Shane's brown orbs were to mine. I could still feel his breath as he continued. "And we all know that Mitchie Torres is just nothing. And we all hate her. I hate her."

I stared in horror at Shane's upwardly curved lips, smiling in mockery, and bit back the tears at everyone's shouts and fists of agreement - for Shane. They all hated me. I really was just a common girl, no better than Dandruff Danny from back home... I jumped off the table, willing myself to be able to hold back my emotions until I made it to somewhere where there wasn't people, where they wouldn't know how much they tore me apart with their howls and laughs.

And, once again, a hand stopped me before I could escape, pulling me back towards whoever had hold of me.

"It'll be okay." The voice said comfortingly, and I was spun around to see Jason's sad eyes surveying my face, and he pulled me into a hug, still whispering, "It's okay, it'll be okay." I didn't try to hold back the tears any longer, burying my face into his shoulder, once again I cried. "Shane will come around... hopefully." The way he said the last part told me everything I needed to know. Shane wasn't going to come around. Jason already knew that, he was only trying to make things better for me. Even if it meant lying so I wouldn't be hurt.

"I just don't know Jase, I'm not sure things will ever be the same, with how messed up things are between me and Shane. Well, I mean, not that they were ever right, I'm just saying... more messed up. And it's all so confusing..." I ranted, clutching to his jacket, shoving my face deeper into his shirt until it was so hot I almost couldn't breathe.

"It'll be okay, things will be right, it'll be okay..." He continued to whisper, his breath hot against my cheek as he still pulled me tighter, engulfing me in his comforting hug. I couldn't help but feel safe and gracious for how entirely sweet he was being to me. It wasn't fair.

"Thank you Jason, thank you for being there for me, I don't know how I can repay you, ever..." I rambled, raising my head to smile at Jason's gentle eyes, and then screamed. Shane's confused eyes followed me as I jumped back, away from him, away from the couch, as far away as possible.

"What are you doing?" Shane yelled as I stumbled backwards blindly, my heart racing, his eyes wide, although his words weren't matching his worried expression. "I hate you, I hate you, I'll never like you like you like me. Never, it's just a dream. Just a dream that you believed..." I continued to back away, and to my horror, backed straight up to my open window. Letting out a earsplitting cry, I toppled backwards, vainly flailing, hoping to catch myself. I didn't. I just continued to fall, fall, fall... Waiting to feel the pain as I smashed to the ground, waiting for the splat that would come. Just waiting, waiting, waiting while falling.

"Just a dream, just a dream, just a dream..." It just keep repeating itself, over and over, and even though I knew it was the truth, I couldn't stop screaming.

My eyes snapped open, and I realized that I had been screaming. My chest rising and falling rapidly, my breath coming in short gasps, Aydan watching with wide, almost nervous, eyes, and someone shaking me awake... Who was shaking me awake?

"Wake up Mitch, it's just a dream!" The person exclaimed, and I screamed again, jumping up, away from the stranger's touch. I stumbled, feeling desperately for my nightlamp, which now seemed to have just disappeared. Still screaming as the person desperately tried to shush me, coming closer to me, trying to catch up to me... I jumped at the stranger's touch and shoved them away, yelling my head off.

"Mitchie! Mitchie!" At his voice, I stopped, finally managing to find the light switch. I froze as the light fell upon his face; his hurt, worried, face, and probably showed him my shocked, scared one.

"Shane?"