MPOV.
I am currently going fifty-five miles per hour to my doom.
Sigh.
I push myself as far back as possible in the seat and feel the vibrations of the moving car and wonder...
What the hell did I do to receive this punishment?!
"Mom, how long is Aunt Nancy going to be out?" I asked.
"Not long," Mom answered. "A few hours."
"A few hours!" I yelped. "Mom! That's forever when we're talking about Shane! SHANE! Mommy...he could rape me and conceive a baby in that amount of time." I shuddered.
"No he won't," my mom said in a tone that said "I clearly think you are over-reacting and being dramatic". "He's seventeen, sweetie."
"Mom..." I said slowly. "When you were seventeen, people were still saying 'groovy.'"
"No, they weren't. You'll be fine."
"But Mom," I said, half whining. "Half the kids in my school have probably had sex about twice now! I'm abnormal! Shane is going to kill my virginity!"
If Shane ever knew I was talking about him and sex in the same conversation...ugh. I'd never hear...or see, the end of it.
"He is not," my mom said.
"Virginity killer," I muttered stubbornly, glaring out the window.
SPOV
"So, we're going to be alone, right?" I asked eagerly. "Utterly and completely alone, in a locked house, with nothing but a two-year old?"
Possibilities.
Unfortunately, my mother caught on.
"SHANIAL IF YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!" she screeched. "I swear…"
"Too late," I muttered.
"I swear, Shanial, if you do anything to that girl..." Mom warned. "You are looking to your guitar and partying-privileges taken away for a long, long, time."
WHAT?!!!
"But, Mom," I protested.
"No, Shanial. I mean it."
My mom is such a fun-sucker.
"Fine," I grumbled. "I wasn't in the first place but whatever."
"Mmmhmm, sure."
FUN SUCKER!
MPOV
I swear, my mom and Mrs. Gray must be running on synchronized watches. They pulled up into my aunt's driveway half a second behind us.
I groaned loudly. "Mother...please...I'll do anything..."
"Get out of the car, Michelle."
I sighed and pushed open my car door, hopping out just as Shane climbed out of his mothers truck. I ignored him and climbed up the porch steps. He followed me and stood next to me. I saw him smirk out of the corner of my eye. Still ignoring him, I rang the door bell.
"Don't be angry, Mitchie," he murmured suddenly in my ear as our mothers came up behind us. "We could have…fun."
My eyes widened and I slapped him across the face. Unfortunately…I did so in front of my mother.
"Mitchie! That was not nice! Apologize to Shane immediately!" my mom exclaimed.
"He…he just…" I sputtered. "Sex offer! Not my fault…"
My mom glared. But luckily, at that second the door was opened by my uncle, so I pushed past Shane and walked with the last of my dignity into the house of soon-to-be-hell.
--
"Mitchie, why don't you take Shane into Travis's room, so they can get acquainted," my mom suggested. Up until now, from our arrival five minutes ago, Shane had been sitting uncomfortably on the couch and Travis and I were playing with his toy cars on the floor.
I sighed. "Sure…come on Travis. Let's go to your room."
"O-day!"
The little tyke rocketed to his feet and scurried down the hallway. I laughed.
"I'ma gonna get cha!" I called, then followed him. He squealed and dove into his room, slamming the door behind him, giggling madly. I opened his door slowly. He squealed again and giggled.
"No no!"
"Yes yes," I said, and picked him up. He thrashed.
"Moron," came Shane's stupid voice from behind me. I turned and glowered.
"He's my cousin. I need to amuse him."
"Well…you're amusing me," he sneered. I rolled my eyes and set Travis down.
"You wanna play with the bowling balls?" I asked him. He grinned, so I got them out and placed them on the floor. After that, I handed him the bowling ball. He happily chucked it across the room and I sat down by his closet.
Suddenly, Shane sat down next to me…as in right next to me. As in, any closer and he'd be in my lap.
I moved away. Of course the jerk followed.
"Leave me alone," I hissed angrily.
"Aww, come on now…"
"NO!" I smacked him hard in the ribs. He groaned and doubled over for a second. After a moment, he glanced up at me.
"You know why you did that?"
I ignored him.
He continued.
"You did that because we both know you love to t--"
I slapped my hand over his mouth in anger and horror. "SHUT IT YOU IDIOT!" I hissed in his ear.
"THE BABY MONITOR IS ON!"
"See if you were always this aggressive, we could have beyond amazing-,"
"You better not even think about finishing that sentence," I said.
This is going to be interesting. Shane is a walking, breathing sexual innuendo.
"Yet you know that I'm right," he said.
Come on Mitchie. Stare him down and he'll shut up.
"Hey now, don't wrinkle that pretty little forehead of yours. It's not attractive babe," Shane said, touching my forehead.
I slapped away his hand.
"Ew. Don't touch me!"
"Oh you know you want me to,"
Scoff. Two scoffs. Oh yeah, there's a third one.
"You are completely and entirely revolting and- and...I'm totally-,"
"Hot for me?" Shane cut in.
"You disgusting little perv!"
"Come on Mitchie, loosen up," Shane whispered leaning forward and placing his hands on my thigh.
See normally I would have slapped away his hand and shoved him away. But at this moment I was way, way entraced by his scent. It was very...wow.
"Michelle, Shanial! Come say goodbye!"
Hmm...goodbye to them. Hello to my doom.
Jumping up from the floor, I grabbed Travis and left the room. Shane following way to close for comfort.
"Mitchie, Shane. Thank you again for babysitting," Aunt Nancy said
"It's no prob," I said, "Bye Mom,".
"Have fun sweetie," she said.
Shane's Mom gave him a hug.
"Behave Shanial,"
"Yeah, yeah," he said.
They all exited the house and I winced at the slam of the door. Turning around I came face to with Shane. Half-expecting him to freak out on me and say:
"It's time to play!"
But I guess I've seen way too many slasher movies for my own good.
I look past Shane, and I don't see Travis on the couch where I left him.
"Don't worry about him. I took care of the distraction," Shane said.
Shane pushes me against the door.
"Where's Travis?" I ask.
"He's gone,"
Then Shane pulls out a knife. Yeah, a freaking knife.
Now that would be the worst case scenario at this moment.
"Yo Torres, you okay?" Shane asks waving a hand in front of my face.
"Three feet away," I instructed.
He took a step towards me, basically touching torsos.
"Is this good?" Shane asks with a smirk.
I pushed him away as hard as I could. Which turns out to not be very powerful at all. Dammit.
"That was pathetic," Shane said.
"Pathetic? Now Shane, you really shouldn't talk about yourself. Its called being self-conceded,"
Shane opened and closed his mouth several times. No rebuttal.
I win.
"Bet you think your so funny Torres," Shane said.
"Yeah, especially after that little stunt at school," I said.
"Oh, wasn't that just hilarious,"
"Everyone in the hall thought so,"
"That was a one time thing, it will never happen again," Shane said.
"Mhmm, I'm sure,".
"You better be,"
"Gosh! I can't wait for this night to be over," I said.
And the sad part is that this is just the beginning.
YAY! New chapter. Sorry we haven't updated since like...(checks imaginary watch)...forever. Soooo....Yeah, no message from Alyssa, who is being held hostage at a building know as school. No say from Angie either, cuz she is sleeping till noon, like the lump she is. So this is where I leave, saying: Reality show never work and Smitchie forever!..OH! and REVIEW.