"Mitchie...are you listening to what I'm saying?" Jason's voice suddenly pierced through my thoughts as I sat in his music class.
"Uh...yeah sure." I put on a smile.
Jason just nodded unapprovingly and continued about something that I was too dazed to think about.
Shane and Cheryl had were still in his classroom even after math had finished and even though I tried my best to keep that out of my mind, I couldnt. I just kept wondering about what they were talking about and if they had sorted their shit out or what?
I know I sound like one of those clingly girlfriends who want their boyrfriends whereabouts every second of the day, but I promise I'm not. I just get like that around certain people.
-X-
There was cake, there were drinks, there were snacks and there was food along with a lot of laughter and conversation with everyone minus Shane.
My parents decided to surprise me and throw a little party at the beach club not so far away from our house. Everyone who mattered came, including my family, Shanes family and my friends all except Shane. I hadnt gotten to meet Shane or Cheryl at school because after music Shane was busy with the seniors helping them prepare for the test's they were supposed to give to get their scholarship. I didnt wanna disturb him doing that because I knew how happy that made him. He would always get so happy whenever he talked about the scholarships the seniors could be recieving and no Cheryl had the right to be the reason to take that happiness from him.
I didnt even know what I would ask him about her so...
I thought my parents hadnt invited Shane on purpose, but they had. Seeing, Shanes phone was off so they sent him a message. And no matter how much I tried to seem happy for all the people around me and even succeeded in putting on a genune smile, my happiness felt a little odd without his presence and I couldnt help but wonder what the fuck had happened to him. I gave up calling him hours ago.
"I cannot believe you just did that, Caity!" I screeched, staring at her in disbelief as I felt the white cream from the half eaten cake everyone was enjoying decorate my cheeks.
The elders laughed at my sudden exclaimation and turned back to their chatter while I scooped up some left over cream from the side of the cake, ready to attack. Everyone had already had a piece so I fugured destroying the cake wouldnt be so dreadful.
"I swear, you guys!" I exclaimed, running after Caity who was escaping towards the water with cream in my hands.
The sun had just settled and the sky was just on the verge of turning royal blue while it was still quite light in the outside eating area in the beach club.
All the food had been cleared and attention had been diverted from me to politics or sports by the adults while we kids were busy stating all the reasons why Haisen was a bitch.
"Hey, dont miss this!" Nate warned as I stopped infront of him, confused at his words only untill he smiled meekily at me and placed a fingerful of white cream on the tip of my nose.
I must have looked like a clown because even Jason and Justin were laughing at me from where they were. Nate and Caity hadnt brought up Cheryl or Shanes sudden dissapearance even once but I knew that was what they were trying to make me foget by teasing me. And I have to admit it was working.
Caity, who was already near the water was holding her cream clad hands on her kness, ruining her blue skinny jeans in the process of laughing hysterically.
I shook my head, grinning. "How about this?" I asked, and soon Nates expression turned to a mortified one as my creamy hands ran through his bouncy brown hair leaving a huge trail of white on one side while the other side remained as perfect as it was moments ago.
The wind wasnt helping me either because as it blew on my face, my hair clung to the moist cream on my cheeks and nose turning strands of my black hair white which I would brush away and the wind would blow again.
"Here.." Nate smirked, wiping his hand on my forehead. I could immediatly feel the moistness of the cream cold on my skin and I smacked my sticky hands on Nates shirt ready to make him run for his life, forgetting about Caity who was still laughing at our encounter untill I heard a grils voice call my name from behind me.
I turned around to find a red head, around my age staring at me like she had never seen anyone with cake on their face.
"Um..yes?" I asked, trying to locate in my mind where I had seen her. I settled to nowhere because I knew I had never seen her ever before in my life I would remember if I had.
"Are you Mitchie Torres?" She asked, stuttering a little.
"Uh..." I wasnt sure as to what to say because you about the thing to not talking to strangers, well that was in my mind at that moment and I was about to chase after Nate before I was stopped by her.
She smiled shyly when she saw Jason approaching from behind me, followed by Nate. I guess they thought I was talking to press or something so thye had to come and rescue me.
"Hi, I'm Abigail and I'm a huge fan!" She gushed once Jason and Nate had joined me, looking back and forth at all three confused yet smiling faces. "Could I please have your autograph and a picture?" She asked, not particualrly to anyone of us, but just directed to us, or Nate and Jason as I thought because hello, I was nobody. The only reason she knew my name was probably because of the magazine and the pictires.
Oh dont remind me of the pictures!
"Oh sure..." Jason smiled back, his face glowing. I could see how happy they got whenever they were around their fans. It was nice.
Nate shared the same face as Jason, but looked a little embarrassed at his appearence because he was actually dripping with cream and so was I but who cared? I wasnt the celebrity. I was feeling out of place when the two brothers were busy conversing with thier fan while I just smiled on. Why was I even here anyway?
I was stopped by the same voice that called me when I tried silently slipping away.
"Could I have your autograph too?" She asked, hopefully.
At frist I thought Shane had turned up and she was asking him, but looking behind my shoulder to see if she was really asking me I saw it was me. Really.
"Wha-I uh...why?" I choked out. The thought of someone asking for my autograph was so exciting, but I had done nothing to be actually asked that, then why was this girl asking fot it? I wasnt even a celebrity...yet. Well, I was if you counted the little scandle.
She didnt have an answer and I guess the reason was the scandle. She wanted an autograph of Shane Grays grilfriend not Mitchie Torres which made me wonder if that was what I would be known as from now on. Shane Grays girlfriend.
I didnt know what to say. Should I give it to her or not, because I really wasnt anybody in a position to give someone an autograph. I looked back and forh at Jason and Nate who smiled approvingly at me, nodding.
"Go on.." Jason urged.
"Please..." The girl asked.
"Um...okay." I smiled, scribbling my name down in the most stylish way I could think of at that moment. Hey, I didnt know I would be asked for my autograph here or I would have practiced. My very first autograph.
"Do you want me to take the picture?" I asked, wiping my hands on my shirt.
"No...no..I want you in the picture too.." She replied and I just nodded.
I was famous!
For the wrong reason...but still famous and I'm sure I'd be famous for the right reason very soon with the song and all.
I called Justin to take the picture and kept grinning like an idiot after the girl had left.
"Did you guys just see that? She asked for my autograph! My autpgraph!" I jumped clapping my hands together.
"Yeah, we were there.." Nate replied, amused.
"And I took the picture.." Justin reminded.
"Yeah whatever..." I brushed off, too excited to pay attention to what they were saying. I couldnt wait to tell Caity who was now talking to Macy in a very child like manner. "My autograph!" I jumped again. "Okay.." I calmed down. "I better get this shit off my face. I'll be back in five." I announced as I walked inside the lighlty lit restuarant, making my way to the ladies room, my gaze ending on one table.
Shane and Cheryl. Cheryl and Shane. Alone. No producer. I couldnt help but stare and stare and stare.
Atleast they werent holding hands.
She placed hers on top of his fist formed ones on the table which he politely slid away, standing up.
For a moment I thought they'd see me and I pushed open the door to the ladies room, making it my hide-out.
Why was I hiding again? And why the jealousy? I knew they would meet after school, but why at such a romantic and beautiful place where candle light dinners where the theme? Why couldnt they have done it over a Big Mac at Mcdonalds? I bet the bitch doesnt even eat that stuff.
Blahh..okay, why was I hiding again? I bet he didnt even know we were here otherwise they wouldnt have come here with her. I was sure of that.
I shook my head at the face staring back at me in the mirror, smiling at how much of a mess I looked like with my face decorated with white cream, parts shining because of the grease. I had almost forgotten about Shane and Cheryl. Almost.
"Wow. I dont see what Shane exactly sees in you. Leaving me for a hoe like you." Cheryl annoucned while I was busy wiping my face with a paper towel.
I didnt even notice she had entered the ladies room a little while after me since I was too engrossed in washing all of the grease off of my face. She had been standing there staring at me which was creepy if you ask me. Turning my head to see who was talking, it took me a while to register that Chery Woodcoff was standing right in front of me. She was still wearing the dress she had on earlier that day and along with it she wore a expression. An expression that defined the phrase 'If looks could kill'
"Jealous are we, Cheryl?" I asked, rasing an eyebrow at her face. Where was Richard in such situations?
Its not that I needed him to save me from her. I needed him to save her from me because I had been waiting for this day for a while and finally its today I meet the big bitch.
"From you?" She scoffed. "Please, have you taken a look at your face? You look like a member of the Adams family with your freakishly white skin and pitch black hair. Ever heard of a thing called a tan?"
"Atleast whatever I am is all natural. It's a shame I cant say that about you! Do you need me to tear out those fake blonde extentions of yours? Or how about I batter up your whole fake body. I wonder how much of that is actually real and how much is the work of your plastic surgeon."
"Oh bitch, you didnt!" She warned, coming up to me.
"Actually I did, bitch." I smirked, daring her to come closer. "You're such a fucking insecure loser, do you know that Cheryl? You have absolutely no talent and no wonder needed Shane to use as a ladder to your success. You're the biggest bitch I have met in my life, worse then Tess! And trust me, Tess is really something to beat." I know she probably doesnt even have a clue who Tess is but the two bitches need to become best friends and get matching tattoos and hair styles. It would do them good.
"Shane found out about your little scam and dumped your whore of an ass, and you obviously couldnt take that little blow because that meant you're ladder to success was buckling so you had to get those fucking photgraphers and the press up my ass and what a wonderful story you got out of it, half of which was made up!" I didnt care that by the end of that sentance my voice had nearly trippled in volume and my face was flushed red from all the screaming, sweat damping my skin. "But let me tell you this you fucking crazy pshyco path, you made a huge mistake with that story because now yes, you are using it as publicity but you are now the last person Shane would ever like to see. I think after all that happened between you two he actually had a little bit of faith in you, but you being the most unsmart person in the world just turned whatever little bit of faith he had into zero. I hope you're really happy with yourself you dumb-ass. And bitch, dont you ever.." I warned, trying to end my little rant and get the hell out of the ladies room. "..try and make a move on Shane ever again. I saw you out there trying to hold his hand, to rekindle old shit memories. Thats never happening, well as long as I'm around its not so, if you care about your well being you better not be doing that again."
The next thing I knew was that my back was slammed against the cold tile walls of the bathroom. I think I blacked out for a few seconds because I literally saw stars. Literally. I knew the pain would come later and I would probably miss school the rest of the week. I recovered within three seconds flat, my hands fisting her bleach blonde hair while she attacked me, her fingers digging into my shoulder trying her best to push me against the cold walls again.
You'd think it would be easy for someone like me to win in a cat fight against a stick like her, but this girl had strength, maybe practise from previous fights?
"Oh, you really are a fucking crazy bitch!" I yelled, trying to set my shoulders free from her tight grip.
"You fucking deserve it you whore, stealing my man!" She retorted, slamming my back again. My neck hit the steel railings on the wall, a excruciating pain flowing through my body and ending in my toes. I replied by successfully pushing her off of me, maybe a little too hard, her little frame flying to the other end of the ladies room with one hard push.
With this being a sophisticated club, no one would ever imagine a fight like this would be going on in their restrooms.
"Dont.." I warned, pointing my finger towards the ground where she was sitting now. "..." I eyed her red face, her hair a wild mess. "..touch me again."
I straightened up my clothes, gripping the cold metal handle on the door ready to leave this place, but of course she had to stop that from happening because one second I was hearing the sound of her heels against the tiles on the floor and the other she was screaming, her hands reaching out for my face which I successfully slapped away, giving her shoulders another push.
"Hey!" Shane barked, moving his face from mine to Cheryls. "What the hell is going on here?" He damanded. I watched as his expression changed from confused to mortified, my body still backed up against the wall.
"Shane, look at what your girlfriend did to me." Cheryl demanded, waving her arm in the air. There, against her snow white skin ran a long red trail of blood. My bracelet being responsible for it.
I shook my head in disbelief, watching the scene in front of me.
"I dont know why she was here Shane, but suddenly she just starts attacking me." She said, fake tears running down her eyes. Okay, maybe she did have some talent. She could atleast act.
I just watched her, my hands crossed againts my chest, eyes ready to burn through her.
"Mitchie..." Shane said in disbelief.
"Yeah, cause shes the innocent one and I'm the bad guy here with a knife to kill her!" I told him, my words held a bitter tone which was hard to miss, but he didnt seem to care.
"Cheryl.." He said, digging his hands inside his pocket and bringing out his keys. "Go to the car. We'll take care of this..."
I raised my eyebrows at Shane. So he was going to take her side?
"Have you gone crazy, Mitchie? What the hell are you doing here?" He asked, screaming at me once Cheryl had left the ladies room.
The first time Shane had raised his voice at me.
The first time.
Because of Cheryl.
"We're already in so much of a mess because of the magazine and this..." He pointed to the place Cheryl was seconds ago. "Do you think this helps? I get that you're mad at her, but following us here and then hitting her, how mature do you think that is?"
So, I stood there. My body completely numb, Shane yelling at me for her. He didnt even stop and ask me what happend. He just believed her.
Well, I guess I gave him a reason to. I was always that type of a person to be yelling or swearing. I know I had threatened to harm people before but I knew too well to actually do that.
"You said you trusted me then why did you follow me here?" He asked, anger evident in his face. "I dont even have time for this..." He exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. "I have to go..." He said, shaking his head at me, a dissapointed expression on his face.
I stared at the door for a while, not believe what had just happened. Shane had left, going to be superman to his ex-girlfriend.
The fact that I didnt actually say anything was probably a reason why he didnt believe me, but I thought that he had atleast that much trust in me to know that she'd been lying. Or maybe it was the blood. I was bleeding too. My bracelet had dug into my wrist, leaving a deep wound from which blood readily flowed.
Shane didnt notice that but he noticed Cheryls wound. I ran my hand through cold water waiting for the bleeding to stop, it didnt and that was when I discovered more blood. This time at the back of my neck. I could feel the blood as it ran from my neck all the way down to my back and I started feeling giddy. I hadnt actually lost enough blood to make me unconsious, but it was still a lot of blood because I felt my white tank top stick to my back, a salty smell now overtaking the whole ladies room.
"Hey! I was looking for you." Caity smiled as I made my way towards the sand where everyone was gathered. Half of them were already walking towards the cars we arrived in, oblivious of what had happened to me inside. "We're leaving." Caity smiled her joyfull smile "And I hear you gave an autograph to some girl!" She jumped.
I tried smiling. It worked. "Yeah um..can you leave Nates car or something? I wanna go for a swim. I'll be back later."
"Ohh.." Caity said, unsure. "You wanna go now? Its getting too dark dont you think?"
Could you just tell me you'll leave the car so that I could dip my body in the water and get rid of all the blood please? I was lucky it was dark outside so no one actually noticed the blood in contrast to the pink shirt I wore on top of my tank top.
"I'll be fine." I choked out.
"Fine..okay umm..Nate will leave his I guess..."
"Thanks.." I muttered, waiting for her to leave.
"You sure you're alright though right? " Caity asked again, placing her hand over my arm. Her warm hand in contrast to my cold one sent a chill down my body which wasnt helping the pain from the blood loss.
"I'm fine." I insisted.
"Okay." She said walking away towards the familiar crowd.
Looks like I was the only one to see Shane and Cheryl.
Half way towards my walk to the water I got my iphone out of my pocket and threw it on the sand as hard as possible. I was angry and I needed to get it out on something, but the ground being sand didnt help because all that happened was that my phone just jumped a few feet ahead of me, unharmed.
"Arghh!" I screeched in frustration, finally reaching the water. I looked at my phone for the last time and threw it hard into the water, knowing that I'll never get it back again, but it did make me feel better. Some what better.
I mentally thanked myself for wearing a bikini before getting ready to go the the beach club and stripped out of my clothes, leaving them a good distance away from the water because I'd need them again. The blood on my back had already dried but the blood around my wound on my neck was still wet and warm.
When my body first hit the water, every inch of my skin started burning but slowly it adjusted itself. The blood was gone, but the wounds were still here. I could actually feel my bear flesh in the open cut in the back of my neck. I guess the cut was more deeper than I thought. I drove myself to the ER to get my arm and neck inspected. The last thing I needed was an infection. I realised that it was already past 10pm when I got home.
This couldnt be good.
"Mitchie..." Mom gasped as I entered the house.
Shane and my dad were sitting by the wooden table in the kitchen, obviously waitng for me.
I gave him a glare that told him, he was the last person I wanted to talk to.
"What happened to you?" She asked, concern dripping form her tone. Her hand stroke the bandage on my arm, her eyes wide. "Oh god. Are you okay? Look at you! Is that blood?" She asked. The sight of my now pink tank top turned her face into one of a ghosts which was pretty funny if you ask me.
"Mitchie, are you okay?" Dad asked.
"I'm fine." I told him, only looking at them. "I uhh..cut myself by mistake at the club." I lied.
"And theres so much blood because of a cut?" Mom asked, suspiciously.
"I'm fine mom, I swear. I didnt know that the door was made of glass and walked through it." Another lie. It was the only thing I could think of at the moment. "They took me to the ER, and I'm fine. Its just two wounds. I'll be okay."
"Two?" Dad asked.
Me and my big mouth. So far, my hair had done a great job of hiding my neck. Untill I started speaking that it.
"Yes here.." I pulled my damp hair to one side. "Its okay. It doesnt even hurt." I lied, trying to smile.
"Mitchie you.." Mom was cut off by dad.
"You just be a little more careful next time okay sweetie? We were worried about you. Shane was worried about you." He said, turning his body toward Shane who I refused to look at again. "You're phone was unreachable."
I forgot about that.
"Yeah..um I lost my phone." Lie.
"Its okay, we'll get you a new one. You need to rest honey. I'll check up on you in a while. You go and change your clothes and I'll bring soup up, okay?" Mom asked, still concerned.
I nodded, not even acknowledging Shanes presence and making my way up the stairs.
"Shane made a cake for you." Mom's voice suddenly remembered, slightly jubliant.
I turned to face her from the railings and then looked at Shane who was just watching me.
"Thanks Shane." I nodded and turned back to the stairs.
It wasnt a surprise that he followed me up to my room.
"Hey, are you okay?" He asked. His voice was so low and worried that I could bearly hear it.
I ignored him, my aching hands looking for my favourite pair of shorts and a T-shirt.
"Let me see..." He said, his fingers pulling my hair off my shoulder to one side.
"Dont." I warned. "Just dont okay?" I spoke loud and clear, surprising myself.
"Mitchie...let me see." He insisted, his hands turning my shoulder slightly. I finished the rest of the turning by myself, my eyes daring him to speak another word.
"I dont want you here. Please leave."
"Mitchie...your hurt. Let me see."
"I'm fine, okay? They bandaged me, and I'm fine as day, now please just leave Shane before I say something I regret."
"Please..." He begged. "I'm sorry Cheryl did this to you."
"Oh really?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at him. "You're fucking sorry for what she did to me? Where was this Shane when you were yelling at me for the cut on her hand? I didnt even do it by purpose, god! Do you really think I would just hit someone like that?" I shook my head at him, waiting for him to reply. "Could you just please go, okay? I dont know why you're talking to an immature person like me. Go to your girlfriend. Go fuck her, Shane!"
"Shes not my girlfriend! I'm sorry for all those things I said at the club." He defended, his voice now high like mine was. "Gosh, will you just believe me?"
"Why should I when you obviously dont believe me. You believed that I followed you there. You believed that I was spying on you. You believed that I didnt trust you, but all of that wasnt true untill you didnt believe me. I believed you...I know you didnt have a shit to do with her untill you went all out on me and believed her rubbish! You now how much of a lier that bitch is but still you had to believe her. Of course you would Shane because you know what I think? I think that you still love her."
"No..." He shook his head in denial.
"After what I saw today in the ladies room, that is exactly what I think Shane! You may not be responding to her passes, but thats only because you're loyal. You can never think of cheating on whoever you are with, but you can never stop loving her. You still do. You still care for her no matter what the hell you say, I can see it in your eyes. I saw it when you told her to go to the car. When you told her 'we'll get this fixed.' You can deny it all you want."
"I dont love her." He stated firmly. "You cant make me love someone I dont love. Maybe I care for her but there's a difference between caring and loving. I love you."
"Oh really? Shane you love me?" I scoffed. "Then where were you all day? Where were you when everyone was celebreating for me. When everyone was happy for me? Where were you when your crazy psycho of an ex-girlfriend just comes out from nowhere and starts hitting me? I'm sorry that I defended myself, Shane because thats obviously what you didnt want. Your precious little psycopath cannot get hurt no matter what. All hell will break lose then. I'm sorry that I'm bleeding and I can hardly stand because of the pain going through my body. I'm sorry that you werent even there to believe me or even take a look at me because Cheryl was your first priority, Shane. She was what mattered first. She is who matters fo you."
"Thats not true!" He replied, placing his hands on my shoulders. "Will you just listen to me? I'm sorry for hurting you. I didnt see that you were hurt. I didnt notice it.."
"Exactly!" I cut in. "Because you were too busy with her. You were too busy thinking the love of your life is hurt!"
"Mitchie let me speak."
"No. I dont want to speak to you. I knew you were with her. I didnt have a problem with that because I knew it was work. It was just a co incidence that you happened to take her to the same place we were at. It was good luck that no one saw you, but my bad luck that I did, but I didnt do anything. She tries holding your hand and hitting on you. I saw that and I could have just gone up there and I dont know created a scene but I didnt. I just went to the bathroom to get the cream off my face completely forgetting about you guys and then one second I'm in a catfught with her and the next you're yelling at me and taking her crying ass to the car and I'm just standing here dumbfounded! Do you really have anything to explain Shane?"
He looked thoughtful for a while as if he was chosing his words with a lot of thinking.
"I love you Mitchie, much more than I have ever loved anyone. Ever since I've been with you I havent even thougtht of anyone else. Whenever I'm with you, you make me feel happy in such a way that I've never felt before but, I think that you are really mad at the moment, and you're not saying things you'll be proud of in the morning, but I also think that we've had too much of each other. You've had too much of me. I told you from the begining that it wouldnt be easy and you're too new to so much exposure. Being attached to me isnt easy and now that is runing our relationship. I think you need a break from me. I'll be in LA from next week till new years. I think the break will do us good. We should take a break from each other." He ended, waiting for me to speak.
"Fine." I didnt even know what I was saying because I was too shocked to even process anything in my mind at that moment. He wanted a break from me? "If you want a break then you will get that break, Shane but dont expect me to be there when you wanna start over again! I dont do breaks Shane. We can break up, as simple as that. I dont need a break. I need to break up. You're right. I'm not right for all of this mess. I cant take it. I dont know what I was thinking I could ever be with you...it just wasnt right."
"Mitchie..."
"No. I hope you're happy with your break Shane because now you dont have to tolerate me at all." I choked out the last words, my legs finally giving up and my body falling clumsily to the ground.
Shane didnt say a word more, but instead scooped me up from the ground and placed me on the bed. Coming back to me after locking the door he silently peeled my pink shirt off my shoulders and threw it on the ground. He went up behind me - the bed sinking and rising up with every movement and gripped the back of my blood drentched tank top, slowl lifting it above my head, the article meeting my shirt in the ground. I shivered out loud at the feeling of his warm fingertips on my back, pulling at the string of the only article left on my upper half covering my chest. The string set lose and it fell losely to the ground.
"Shane.." I whispered, unsure and confused at what he was doing. Embarrassment was also a factor working then because eventhough he was behind me and could only see my back, I had never felt so naked before.
"Just let me clean you up then I'll go..." Was all he said.
Moments of the night of the party came flashing back to me.
He wiped my damp skin with a towel, and kissed the skin at the top of my back where the small white bandage ended. His lips let out a warm breath of air on my cold skin, shivering me to my core. He wiped my back with the towel and handed it over to me. "Do it with your good hand." He told me. I just sat there still cherishing the moment his lips were on my skin, my anger vanishing for a while. He sighed, his scent still fresh on my body and came over to my front, my hands covering my breasts. "You're gonna get sick if you dont dry yourself." Taking the towel in his hands again he lightly dabbed the material on my neck, his fingers stroking the nail marks Cherl had left on my shoulder. "I'm so sorry." He whispered, kissing my clawed skin and then worked his way down my crossed arms and took my wrist in his hand, bringing my hand out so that he could wipe it.
I wanted to hug him and tell him I take back everything I said, but I knew I wouldnt be acting honest if I did that.
I used my other hand to cover myself while I watched his hand tug on my elbow. "I'm not gonna hurt you." He infromed.
"I know." I said, letting my hand fall to my side. He wiped my stomach and every now and then when I would feel his skin touch mine I would hold back a gasp. I knew he was uncomfortable with what he was doing and was upset, wanting to leave me a lone as soon as possible but he knew that I would stay how I was if he didnt do this.
"This is exactly what Cheryl wants Mitchie. You're giving her what she wants." He whispered, pulling my green t-shirt over my head. I didnt respond, but instead found his hands on my hips, my body in a standing position as he slipped on my shorts. My knees buckled when his hands grazed the skin of my thigh, nearly falling. But I catched myself.
I sat down on my bed, waiting for him to say something next. He didnt.
He just kissed my right cheek and left me in my room, but not before whispering "I'm in love with no one but you."
-X-
Whooopssss...who saw that coming?
Okay I knw you guys probably saw that coming but who saw that coming so soon?
Bitch Cheryl. I hate her.
Anyway looonggg chapter...my longest ever!
So what do you guys think? What will happen next? Shane is going to LA next week...why? Just to let you guys know if you're confused, this is all happening in late nov/early december in the story.
Will something happen between Cheryl and Shane when he goes there? Whos supporting Mitchie and whos supporting Shane?
So its my birthday today, by the way :p Gosh I cant believe I turned 18 and I bet you guys cant believe that a 18 year old is such rubbish at spelling LOL And since it is my bday I wanted to give u guys a loong chapter sorry for it being kind of sad though...
Anywayyy review pleasee...It would be a wonderful gift for me!
Love u all..
hope I didnt bore u guys with the long chapter...