Confessions on Hotel Paper: Chapter 14
When I got to school, all I could hear was people taking about Shane Gray cheating on someone who lived in Anaheim.
"I'm going to start randomly driving through the streets at night in case he comes back." I heard one girl declare.
I hadn't gotten through to Shane, every time I rang it rang out and went to his voice mail.
Sierra found me at my locker after I tried Shane yet again, "Congratulations, you were on Hot Tunes." She said loud enough for only me to hear.
I let out a sigh, "This kind of sucks," I breathed out, "Everyone is going to think he is a cheater."
"Have you spoken to him?" She asked me.
I shook my head, "No, he is probably getting crap about it right now from his label."
"What are your girls talking about?"
I turned around to see Chris standing there.
"Nothing." Sierra replied, "Just about shoes."
"If that's the case, I'll see you two at lunch."
…
Shane called me as soon as I got home from school, "Hello." I answered.
"Hey, I'm sorry that I haven't called you back until now. It's been rather hectic."
"I can only imagine…how did the label take it?"
"Well, the media are hounding them, trying to find out if I am a cheater. I told them though that I still wasn't breaking up with you, and they told me that I have to stop seeing you for a while."
"What?"
"The media will follow me down to see you, if they follow me down there they will find out who you are."
"So I guess I should come up to see you instead?"
"If possible."
"It should be fine, dad will be up working on the store again this weekend."
"As we speak a statement is being released on the Connect 3 website." He told me, "I wrote it out just before and my publicist is putting it up."
"I just feel like this is my fault," I admitted, "I got out the car and I made a huge deal about nothing."
"Mitchie, this isn't your fault. I don't blame you at all." He assured me, "It doesn't even matter things will be cleared up soon enough when people read the statement."
"Mitchie!" I heard my mum yell.
"I have to go, my mum is calling."
"Okay, I'll talk to you later then.
We said our goodbyes and I hung up, making my way to my mum's room.
"Yeah, mum?" I asked, opening the door to see her in her bed.
"Honey, I'm just feeling really worn out and need to rest. Can you start dinner for me in an hour?"
"Sure thing, mum."
…
At dancing that Thursday, I felt rather confident and happy with how I did in hip-hop.
"Girl, you were on fire!" Claire exclaimed with a giggle. She was wearing a pair of track pants and a crop top, showing off her toned stomach.
I held in a laugh, "Thanks, but you are easily the best in the class."
"Give it a few months and you will be ahead of me." She laughed, not bragging at all. I liked that about her, she wasn't modest yet she didn't shove how good a dancer she was in everyone else's face, "Did you want to go get ice-cream or something?" She asked, picking up her dancing bag, "I'll drop you home afterwards."
"My mum may be on her way to get me already."
"Call her."
I pulled my cell phone out of my bag, dialing my mum's number, "Hey sweetie." She greeted me.
"Have you left home yet?"
"No, I was planning to in a minute though. Why?"
"One of the girls wants to go get ice-cream. She said she'll drop me home afterwards, is that cool?"
"Sure honey, I'll just take a nap or something instead. I'll see you when you get home."
"Thanks mum."
I hung up the phone after saying a quick goodbye.
"Are we on?" Claire asked.
"We're on." I grinned, "Do we invite anyone else?"
"Because the others are going to want to eat calories." She said sarcastically, making me laugh, "Come on, let's go."
We went out to her car and drove down the road to a little ice-cream parlour.
"What do you do outside your life of dancing?" She asked as we ordered a large chocolate sundae each.
"Other than school, I am really into music."
"Really?" She asked as we sat down at a booth.
"Yeah, I play guitar and piano."
"All I can do other than dance is juggle." Claire laughed, "Do you sing as well?"
"I do actually, I write my own music as well. I want to make it big one day."
"Wow, you are a girl of many talents."
I blushed at this, "Tell me more about you."
"Well I dance a lot, as you know. I study it in college, my first year there. I want to make it big one day too, but maybe be in shows, music videos and in films."
"You definitely have what it takes to make it." I assured her.
"Thanks Mitchie," She smiled, tucking some red hair behind her ear, "My boyfriend, Jake says the same thing. We met at college; he is a dancer too. Do you have a boyfriend?"
"I do," I admitted, "We met at a music camp over the summer."
"That's cute, do you sing together and stuff?"
"We have before, but not since camp." I laughed.
"I will have to hear you sing one day."
"Well maybe one day you will and then I will become a famous recording artist and you can dance in all my music videos."
"I like that idea!"
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I was so happy when my dad dropped me off at Shane's house that Saturday morning.
"Shane will drop me at the hotel around dinner time." I told my dad, thanking him for the lift as well as I got out his car. I waved goodbye and made my way to the front door quickly, knocking on it.
Nate opened it up around twenty seconds later and welcomed me in, "Hey Mitchie."
"Hey." I greeted him with a smile as he shut the front door behind me.
"Shane went for a run thinking he'd beat you back here and Jason is still asleep." He explained, "It's just you and me."
"You make out like that's a bad thing." I teased him.
"Of course not, Mitchie." He chuckled, "Did you want a drink or something?"
"Yes please, I could do with a glass of water."
He indicated for me to follow him, so I did so, and we ended up in the kitchen.
"I think sending Shane to Camp Rock was the smartest thing that the label, Jason and I have done in a while." He told me, handing me a glass of water.
"Why's that?"
"We had lost him Mitchie," He confessed, "He's my best friend and I didn't even know who he was anymore. He was getting speeding fines all the time, was walking off music videos, being rude in interviews…we were about to lose our contract."
"Nate…why are you telling me this?"
"I am telling you this because I want to say a big thank you, if it wasn't for you two meeting at Camp Rock, there would be no Connect 3 here today." He explained, "I am happy that he found you as you reminded him who he used to be as he could have lost everything. You saved our band Mitchie. But to be honest, I am happier he found you because he deserves someone special."
I smiled widely at this, setting my drink down on the kitchen counter so I could give him a hug.
"Thank you Nate. Thank you so much."
"Anytime." He said, "And I mean that."
I pulled away from the hug, "Thanks again, Nate. It really means a lot to me that Shane's best friend likes me and that we can get along."
"If it's worth anything, I like you way more than I like Peggy."
I burst out laughing at this, "Well if it's worth anything, I like you more than Shane." I joked.
He laughed at this, "Come on, let's go do something."
We ended up watching television until Shane got back. He came into the living room all sweaty from his run.
"Hey." He greeted me, kissing me on the cheek.
"You're all sweaty." I giggled.
He proceeded to sit down on the couch next to me and wrap his arms around me.
"Shane!" I yelled, trying to squirm out of his arms, "Stop." I giggled, pushing him off me.
"I'm going to go have a shower. I'll be right back."
"Take your time, Nate and I are bonding." I laughed.
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"I have a headache." I complained to Shane later that afternoon. We were in his room hanging out and my head was pounding.
"Did you want an aspirin?"
I shook my head, "No, they never work for me." I replied, laying down on his bed.
He went over to his windows, closing the curtains so the room was fairly dark.
"Thanks." I smiled gratefully at him.
He came over and laid down beside me, pushing my fringe off my face, "Can I get you anything at all?"
"No…I just need to rest. I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry, you're not feeling well." He said softly.
I closed my eyes, rolling into his side to become comfortable.
He began rubbing my back with his hand and I couldn't let out a smile at all as my head hurt way too much.
"Mitch, come on. I'm taking you back to your hotel." Shane told me, shaking me awake gently; I had fallen asleep, "There's too much noise here with Jason downstairs breaking god knows what."
I just nodded, feeling a little better and assumed that Jason had dropped a glass or something downstairs. We got up off his bed and Shane grabbed my bag for me, leading me downstairs in my half-awake state. Putting my shoes on, we went into the garage where Shane's car was. He helped me in and I instantly put my sunglasses on and closed my eyes.
It wasn't too long later that he dropped me off at the hotel, he leant over and gave me a sweet kiss, "Call me when you get in your room, I don't want you passing out in the hallway or anything." He teased as I got out the car. He wasn't getting out because it was still daylight and he'd be easily recognisable.
I let out a small laugh and got out his car, making my way to my hotel room, a hand clutched to my head.
As I got to the room my dad and I were in, I looked for the swipe card in my bag to unlock the room.
"You have to leave."
I stopped rummaging through my bag, hearing my dad's voice come through the door.
"Why?" I heard a high-pitched female voice ask.
"I told you, my daughter is here with me. She will be back soon, she is out with her boyfriend."
I saw the door handle turn and I took a step back. The door opened up and in front of me stood my father; his arms wrapped around another woman from behind.
His eyes locked onto mine instantly and he opened his mouth to speak.
"Save your breath." I spat at him, turning around and running back down the hallway.
I heard him yelling my name, but I ignored him. I grabbed my cell phone and quickly dialled Shane's number.
"Hello." He answered.
"Shane." I cried, not knowing where I was going, I just knew I had to get as far away from the hotel as possible.
"Mitchie, are you okay?"
"I…I…can you please come back and get me? You aren't far away yet are you?" I asked, the tears were now rolling down my cheeks.
"I'm only around the corner." I'll be right back.
I hung up the phone, making my way out to the car park where Shane had dropped me off. It was only around half a minute later that I saw his car and I rushed over to it as he pulled to a stop.
I quickly got into it and could see how worried Shane was for me in his eyes, "What happened? Are you okay?"
"Just drive." I told him, wiping my tears away.
He did so, taking glances at me every moment or so to see if I was alright.
We ended up back at his house, back in his bedroom where we had been not long beforehand. Except now my headache was the least of my worries.
Shane was hugging me tightly and I knew it was driving him crazy, not knowing why I was so upset.
"My dad is cheating on my mum." I whispered into his chest, attempting to fight back more tears.