Not my best chapter. Oh kay! This is the second time I've been flamed for all of my stuff. The review/flame was anonymous so I don't know who it is or whatever. But yah. Seriously if you are going to leave me a flame at least make it a signed flame. Sending it anonymously is just cowardly. The didn't just critizie this story, they critized all of them and myself. And I think that is as low as you can get. So here goes the next chapter...be warned its like...horrible.
MPOV.
I hopped off the last step, twirling in my black skirt.
"How do I look?" I asked Heath.
I chose a dark red blouse, black flowy skirt and my gold flats. My hair waved to perfection...courtesy of Heath.
Heath rolled his eyes.
"What? Does it look like I'm asking for it?"
"Depends. Are you?" Heath asked.
"NO!"
"So you're just dressed really sexy to go eat dinner with three guys,"
"Yeah, I guess,"
"Bull,"
"It's just dinner. It just happen I got invited by Nate Gray and it's with three guys and I happen to look as you say...sexy,"
"So this has no intentions in trying to impress Shane?"
I froze in my tracks. Is this boy diseased? No way, in hell would I ever do anything to impress...ugh. Shane Gray.
"No! NO! Ew, are you serious? What gives you that idea?" I asked.
Heath went to the coffee table and picked up a magazine, handing it to me. On it read:
Cooking Brawl Or Simmering Romance.
What?! It's been like...three days since that happened. How the hell do they stir something like that up. No cooking pun intended.
"Once the camera rats gets pictures of you at dinner tonight, they'll take it as a confirmation," Heath said.
...Wow...I blame this on Shane. He could have just...this is all his fault.
"This is just some rag. No one believes this junk," I stated.
Heath rolled his eyes and left upstairs.
"Where are you going!? Come back here!" I yelled from the bottom of the stairs.
Heath waltzed down the stairs, his laptop in hand.
"Look at this. Its a message board on the Food Network's website,"
I glanced through the various topics...
Connect 3 on tha SHOW!!
Shane Gray plus Mitchie Torres equals Smitchie!
This couple is BURNIN' UP!!!!
WAT A SHOW!!!!
I feel nauseous.
-Ding Dong-
"He's here," I said.
"Mitchie, you can't go,"
As he said that, I answered the door. Revealing Nate.
"Hey,"
"Wow, you look great," Nate said.
I blushed. Yeah, Nate Gray said that. I don't care how many celebrities I've met, that coming to me in his fluid silk voice is just...amazing. Damn, I just had a fan girl moment.
"Not too bad yourself,"
"Thanks. You ready to go?" he asked.
Out of nowhere, Heath came to the door and put his arm around my shoulders.
"She can't go," Heath said firmly.
"Why?" Nate asked.
"Actually, I can. My friend is just being...difficult. You go ahead to the car and I'll be there in a minute, I have to do something," I said, brushing Heath off.
"Take your time," Nate said, leaving the porch.
I closed the door, walking to the table to get my bag.
"What was that for?" I asked Heath.
"Mitchie, think about it. You get enough publicity for yourself and Connect 3's and you won't get a minute of camera absence. There just going to print more of these," Heath said, holding up the magazine.
"I can take care of myself you know. If they ask, well just deny because hey...look, I'm not going out with Shane Gray," I said, stepping out the door, "I'll be fine. Just let it go,".
I got outside and saw Nate leaning up against his Mercedes, waiting.
"You could have just gotten in the car," I said with a smile.
"Yeah, but what kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't open your door for you," Nate said, opening the passenger door.
"True. Very well played Mr. Gray," I said, ducking into the vehicle.
Nate closed the door and ran in front of the car. Opening his door and slipping in.
"Making the game fair,"
Fair? What?...So he did something nice, and...So I do look like I'm asking for it. Great.
"So, where are we going this fine evening?" I said.
"Would you believe me if I said Applebee's?"
"Yes,"
"Well we're not going to Applebee's but I did get us all reservations at Alba's,"
My jaw dropped.
"No way, you've to be kidding! I've been on the waiting list for over a month, how did you get them so quickly?" I asked.
"Well, I've got my ways," Nate said, chuckling.
"Ah, the mysterious ways of Nate Gray,"
Nate laughed, stopping shortly afterwards.
"Can I ask you something?" Nate asked.
"Sure,"
"The guy, at your house. A friend?"
"Yeah, housemate,"
"He seems...overprotective. Nice, I mean,"
"He is. Heath is just a little worried. Some magazine is printing a bogus story about Shane and I dating,"
Suddenly the car swerve, Nate pressing the breaks right before we slammed into another car.
I was still clutching my seat as Nate began to drive again.
"Mitchie, I am so sorry. Are you okay?" Nate asked, worry thick in his voice.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I said.
What the hell was that?! He almost killed us!
"S-so, how did you and Heath meet?" Nate asked, breaking my train of thought.
"His mother worked at my grandmother's salon. I went in on Prom night...and he told me I looked like a mess. I didn't even know him! But, he styled me and I did look a lot better," I laughed.
"Your date must have been one lucky guy," Nate said.
"Actually, my date stood me up," I said in a low voice.
Nate looked at me again.
"On Prom night? That's low, what a jerk," Nate said.
"That's what I said...well yelled. But it didn't matter, Heath and I ended up going to a movie and I enjoyed it way more than I would have prom,"
"If I was your date, I would never even think about ditching you...especially on Prom night,".
I smiled.
"Thanks...I think,"
Nate laughed, "Your welcome, I think,".
A few minutes later Nate took a last turn and we were infront of Alba's. The doors were opened for us and Nate gave the valet his keys.
"Shane and Jason are already here," Nate said checking his phone.
"Great," I said half-heartedly.
"It'll be fun,"
"Sure, oodles of fun," I muttered as we entered the restaurant.
"Nate, Mitchie! Over here," Jason yelled from across the restaurant.
Leave it to Jason to be a mood lightener.
"Hey Jase," I said, Jason standing up and giving me a hug.
Nate, Jason and I took our seats. I glanced over at Shane who had received no greetings, nor given any.
"Shane," I said, giving him a nod.
"Torres,"
I picked up my menu and began looking at the different items.
"So what's good," I said.
"Nothing compares to your crepes," Jason said.
"The chili so beats the crepes," Nate said.
I blushed.
"Come on guys, my food is not that good," I said.
"Your right, it's fantastic," Nate said.
"Thanks...so what are you guys having?" I asked as a waitress moved over to our table.
--
"...So then you put cheese on top and put it in the oven," I told Jason.
"Hold on, so...you roll up the tortilla and then what?" Jason asked, typing the recipe on his phone.
"Cheese and then pop it in the oven,"
"Okay, I think I got this all down. Thanks Mitchie," Jason said.
"Your welcome Jase,"
Out of the corner of my eye I saw the waitress approach, tray in hand. She stopped in front of our table, placing my salad in front of me and giving the others their orders.
I took a few bites from my salad. Eventually picking at it...the food isn't that great here. For what we're paying, I thought it'd be better. Seriously, not even the salad taste good.
I stabbed the iceberg lettuce I little too violently, flicking some of the lettuce. The airborne food landing in Shane's soup. Shane glared, putting the lettuce on his spoon and flicking it back at me, along with a bit of soup.
Next thing I know, I find myself outside the restaurant, Shane next to me. I'm drenched in soup and Shane has salad in his hair and shirt.
SPOV.
"Your such an idiot! An idiotic, childish, moronic, psychotic ass!" Mitchie yelled.
Paparazzi began to swarm on the crowded streets. Shit, if any tabloids catch any of this everyone is going to think I'm Mitchie's bitch.
She continued to yell, camera's flashing.
So I did the only thing I could think of.
I pressed my lips to hers. Short seconds later, she surprised me by kissing back. Two seconds later she shoved me away. Stepping to the side of the sidewalk, whistling in order to get a cab that immediately stopped in front of her. She got in as overtook the cab.
--
"You kissed her!? In front of paparazzi!" Nate yelled.
"Yes. For the millionth time yes. The rats were everywhere, they wouldn't leave us alone so I gave them what they wanted," I said calmly.
"No. That's what you wanted, how could you do that?"
"I just did...and if you're wondering, she very much enjoyed every second of it," I said, a smirk on my face.
"Shane, you are vile and disgusting and I can't believe I have you as my brother," Nate spat.
"Listen. Little. Brother. Don't get all mad because your little crush is soon going to be with me,"
"So you want to play the age game huh? Do you really think she is going to want to be with someone that's twenty-five and acts like a seventeen year old?" Nate said.
That little rat.
"Better than the guy her age that acts like he's forty," I said.
Nate fumed, "You will not be with Mitchie,".
"Watch me,"
I'm not sure...what just happened. That was nowhere in my outline for this chapter...but for some strange reason I ended up writing it up. Yeah, so I hear starsnuffers is having an awards...do what you will with that tid bit of info. ;D.
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