An Unfortunate Coincidence
MPOV
"Hey, Mitch, babe, what's up?"
I rolled my eyes and ignored Shane for the millionth time today. He was never going to give up, the womanizer…
"Mitchie… Mitch-ee. Mitchie."
Still ignoring Shane, I stared at the board, my brow crumpling as I looked at the math problem on it. solve for y: ay+ny=am-z
This was going to be slightly difficult...hmm...
"Mitch. Mitchie!"
I clenched my fist around my pencil as it worked to finish the problem. The boy was going to get me in trouble and if he did, he was going down.
Something hit my skull. I looked up and saw a crumpled piece of paper land on my desk. I shot a dark glare in Shane's direction and knocked it into the trash can. Dumbass boy, just leave me alone! I thought angrily, erasing some of my work and re-writing it.
Aha! I have it.
I raised my hand. "I have the answer, Miss Anthony," I said. A few people groaned; they were still working on it.
Miss. A beamed. "Excellent, Mitchie!" she said. "What is it?"
"The answer is: y=am-z/a+n," I said calmly.
"Excellent," Miss. A said. "That is correct." I smiled slightly, making sure it was hidden underneath my hair.
After a few more minutes of lecturing, we were assigned our homework. We had some time to work on it, so I busied myself with it, in an attempt to ignore Shane, who was starting again.
"Hey, Mitch!...Mitch…Mitch-ee Torr-ess…Hello? MITCHIE!" he whispered.
"Shut up," I breathed quietly.
"Mitchie, Shane, is there something wrong over there?" Miss. A called.
"Yes, teacher," Shane said promptly. "She's touching me."
"No I'm not!" I cried, horrified. "He's harassing me. He's been whispering my name and I just told him to be quiet."
"Liar!" Shane cried. "You were touching me and I asked you to stop!" I could tell by his stupid grin he was enjoying this…unlike me.
"I'm the liar?! I would never touch you," I fought back, fuming. "Nor did I, for that matter, or ever want to."
"Oh, hell yeah you wou-"
"CHILDREN!"
We were on our feet, facing each other by now with death in our eyes. Miss Anthony sighed.
"Mitchie, Shane, you have a problem every day. Both of you, out in the hallway so we can discuss this," she said. I sighed and left with Shane on my heels. The class giggled and I ignored them as well as I could.
Once outside, Shane leaned against the wall. "Nice going," he muttered at me.
"Shut the hell up," I growled. "You're such a womanizer, Shane Gray. Just leave me alone."
"Temper, temper, Torres," he smirked. "Almost like your covering something up…Like a deep craving for me."
I slapped him across the face. He cried out in surprise and put a hand to his now red cheek.
"How dare you?" I exclaimed.
He smirked again. "Is that a yes?"
I punched him in the ribcage; hard. "Be. Quiet," I snarled. "The teacher is coming."
Miss Anthony came outside and sighed. "Guys," she said. "You're in high school, but you're acting like children. Now, I don't know if this a personal thing with your family or if you just an argument you two are having, but it's gone on long enough."
"It's her fault!" Shane said suddenly, pointing at me. "She's always on me like glue! I'm just trying to-"
"WHAT?" I gasped. "You son of a bitch, you're the one following me around, whispering my name, pulling my clothes and-"
"No I don't!" Shane said, turning his wide, pathetic eyes at Miss Anthony. "She's the one who-"
"No, you are the one who-"
"OKAY OKAY!" Miss Anthony said loudly. We quieted down. "I can see this problem is not going to resolve itself. So…what do you guys think you can do to solve this?"
We answered at the same time.
"Send him to Alaska."
"Send her to Siberia."
Miss Anthony sighed as the bell rang. "We'll talk about this tomorrow," she said. "Go get your books and get to homeroom."
I brushed past Shane and grabbed my books before hurrying to my locker. I wanted to get my stuff and get out, seeing as his locker was just down the hall from mine, a terrible case of irony.
Too slow.
"Hey, Mitchie, darling," Shane purred in my ear, his hand running down my spine. I shivered and shoved him away.
"Go away," I hissed.
"C'mon baby, don't act like that," he said, following me. His hand went to my back, right where my underclothing was. "We could have fun…"
I spun around and shoved him as hard as I could. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE!" I screamed. He stumbled backward and fell back into a trash can, which tipped over…spilling its contents on his head. Everyone in seeing distance started to laugh like crazy. I only spun on heel and marched away with a stiff back, ignoring the "Way to go, Mitchie," and the "All right, Torres!" comments.
I entered my homeroom class and took my seat near the back, next to my best friend Caitlyn. The congratulatory comments had yet to cease. I can't say that I wasn't enjoying it.
"What did you do this time?" Caitlyn asked not looking up from her magazine.
"I just-,"
I stopped when Shane entered the room. He was wet, probably from a drink or something in the garbage. There was also a very strange smell that followed him, probably from said drink as well.
Shane walked towards me.
"Oh my God, it smells like something died," Caitlyn exclaimed putting her hand over her nose.
"You mean Shane ego..or possibly his pride."
"Funny Torres," Shane said sarcastically.
"Yeah it's down right hilarious," I said.
Shane shook his hair at me like a dog would shake his fur to allow it to dry.
"Oh I can't believe you did that, you son of a-" I yelled.
"Take a seat class."
I saw a smirk plastered on Shane's face.
I shot him a look that I swear read: 'Wipe it off, before I slap it off'.
All he did was wink at me and walked away.
...He winked at me. Then walked away.
Idiot.
My gosh! This guy seriously needs a new damn hobby.
I took my seat and prepared to have a good class...Shane sits on the other side of the room. Thank God.
I took out my notebook and began taking the notes Mr. Kray was scribbling on the whiteboard...his homeroom is practically just like every other class, except we get more reading time.
My guess is a pen poked me in the back of my neck, 'cause the next thing I know, I let out a squeal causing everyone turn around and stare at me.
I sunk down in my seat.
Once the class returned to the teachers attention, I turned around in my seat.
I expected to see Ryan. A curly haired blond, quiet boy that sits behind me in homeroom but instead...
"...Shane?" I whispered in shock.
I looked across the room and saw Ryan sitting in Shane's seat.
"Shane, what the hell are you doing?"
"I couldn't see from my seat," he said.
"Shane, you sit in the front, I sit in the back. You're not gonna see the board any better from back here," I hissed, temper flaring.
"Who said I couldn't see the board? I couldn't see you."
What. The. Fuck. Is. This. Guy's. PROBLEM?!!!!!!
"For. The. Last. Time, Gray," I hissed through my teeth. "Leave. Me. Alone."
"Why should I?"
"Because," I seethed. "You know what you are? You are a stupid, stuck up, moronic, dumbass, idiotic, insane, girl-obsessed, son-of-a-bitch WOMANIZER!"
I realized, too late, that i was speaking rather...loudly. Especially at the last part. Everyone turned to stare at me and Shane...including the teacher. A few giggles broke out and I turned to look at Shane.
I swear, his face almost scared me. His lips were pressed tightly, his eyes filled with fury, glaring at me like I had just personally damned him to hell. I guess that's why people were giggling. He stood up, yanking his books to take home with him, and moved back to his seat, yanking a very confused Ryan out of his seat.
I snickered along with the class and opened my reading book, silently cheering myself in my head.
But I couldn't get Shane's face out of my mind.
SPOV
How. dare. She? How the hell...
I swear, Torres, you're going to get it. One way or another...
I hate the fact that boys have the ability to blush. I tried to hide it by resting my face on my hands, and I guess it worked for the most part.
Unfortunately, I had no reading book for homeroom.
Fortunately, this gave me time to think up revenge.
I mean, how could she say such a thing about me?! ME?! Shane Gray? THE Shane Gray? Most popular boy since preschool. PRESCHOOL! Sure, I have flaws...Like, the fact my band can't take off (what do you expect, having your older and younger brother in it?!) and ...yeah, I'm a little, er, girl crazy but does that really matter in high school?! NO...yes...i don't know! GAH!
I sighed as the bell finally rang. I had to get out of there, fast. The faster I got to Jason's car, the faster I could get home, which meant the faster I did my homework, the faster I could get over to Mitchie's and egg her car or her window or something...I'm pretty sure she has a car...I think.
That is...if she can get a liscense, which I doubt. If I can't get one, the sure as hell she can't.
I arrived outside to see...Mitchie, dumping her books into a truck, getting in, and driving away.
My mouth was the Lincoln Tunnel.
No way.
No fucking way...
"Shane, are you setting a trap for mice?"
I ignored my brother Nate. "Where's Jason?"
"How should I know?"
"You care more," I grumbled.
"Maybe," Nate agreed, shifting his backpack uncomfortably. "But I'm not his keeper."
"Ugh."
"You could try to care more, you know."
I snorted. "Why?"
"I don't know...he's your brother."
"Fro-bro," I sighed. "When has that ever mattered in life?"
"Aha, Torres," I grinned. "You're mine." I peeked up over the hedges across the street from Mitchie's house. No one was in sight.
Muahahaha....MUAHAHAHA!!!....oh my god, I'm turning into Jason...
I snuck across the street, the carton of eggs on my hand. Closer...closer...stupid girl had parked her truck outside.
Hah.
I ducked behind the fence, and placed the carton of eggs down. I peeked again; nobody. I opened the lid...and froze.
Slowly, I lifted my head back up, to what I assumed was Mitchie's window.
I only saw her silhouette...but I could tell she was changing.
...I really have no idea what happened after that. All I know is...I was leaning almost all the way over the fence, slack jawed...when it broke.
CRASH!
Owwwww shit shit....
I was sprawled on the lawn like an idiot. Suddenly, light pooled over the lawn. "Hey! Who's out there?!"
"Oh, shit."
I hopped up as a man, presumably Mr. Torres, opened the door and yelled "Hey! Who's out there?!"
I took off running down the block where my bike was stashed. I grabbed it, and took off again, this time on wheels and ten times faster.
Alyssa- One word: ROFLAMAO Ohhh i sooo love that scene. I think I'll enjoy this story very, very much. Anyway, I think you know I'm going to Eurpoe for a few days...No? Then review! Surprise me when I get back! Love you all, I'll miss ya! REVIEW!!
Mya-well...wasn't that wonderful. These two are just a freaking bundel of fun...demented fun. Their pain, our gain! REVIEW!
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