Chapter 3
Mitchie: Maybe I wasn't ready to hate Shane. I sure as hell was past being in love with him. Or even liking him. Maybe I was just…done with him.
The dishes made a loud crash at my feet. I was too late. I was too slow. Shards of the glass scattered everywhere. It's too bad. That was my favorite glass. I didn't think much of the glass though. I just felt like walking straight up to Shane Gray and giving him a big old punch in his perfect nose. Maybe a good kick in his sexy ass would wake him up. My eyes were glued to the image of him with the beer in his hand. A whore on his hip. I groaned, disgusted. Yeah, that's nice. Seeing your childhood best friend/crush turning into a, a, burnout rockstar. I didn't feel any pity for him. The only person I felt bad for, the only TWO people I had an ounce of pity for, was Nate and Jason. Nate-with his broken jaw and jobless life, and Jason-with his having to deal with Shane and his bad temper. I narrowed my eyes, reaching up and clicking off the retched sight. I bent to pick up the shards of broken glass. "Oh, don't worry bout that, dear. You've got mail." I stood straight, smiling at my foster mom. She had her hair in a high pony-tail, as always, a beautiful smile on her face, as always, and a threat letter from my mom in her hand, as always.
"If you keep spoiling me, mom, the other kids are going to feel left out of your love," I said, grabbing the note in my soapy hand. Katie frowned at me. I knew why. She hated when I pitched in and did chores that I wasn't required to do. Too bad. I loved her and she was going to be pampered. To try and change the subject, I turned the TV on and grimaced. "He's going to be the next Britney Spears," I joked.
It made her laugh. "Go on in your room and read that letter. I'll clean up here," Katie chirped in her cheerful voice. I shook my head.
"No, I am going to clean up this place whether you like it or not," I muttered. Katie took a deep breath and held her hands up in defeat. "Besides, I want to work off this…" I was speechless for words. Actually, one thing came to mind. Hate. But I headed upstairs. Maybe I wasn't ready to hate Shane. I sure as hell was past being in love with him. Or even liking him. Maybe I was just…done with him. I wanted to ignore everything I heard about him and act like we were never friends.
I ripped open the letter with surprising speed, fueled by the aching sensation in my chest.
Dear Mitch, [Or Michelle],
I know we haven't talked in awhile. Well, six years is longer than awhile. But…God Mitchie you always had me speechless. I…I miss you. It may sound pointless now that I've never wrote or called, but I mean it. I'm going through some rough shit and I really hope you'll write back.
Shane
My eyes widened at his name. I sucked in a deep breath. I was neither emotionally, or willing enough to write to that…jerk. But I did want to say some last few things I never got the chance to say.
Shane: I just hated how he could be so, forgiving, so forgetful, so NICE.
My head throbbed and the TV spun as I stared at it through bloodshot eyes. But I could hear it, not clearly, but just enough to catch that I had been busted with beer and a slut as my new friends. So, freaking, what. Let's focus on Shane Gray and not on something more important like global warming. Hotheads. I stumbled to the living room and saw Jason sleeping on the couch. I kind of feel bad for kicking him out of the house, and then sleeping with that girl in HIS room. Jason's eyes opened, but he wasn't angry. "Morning, Shane." I glared at him. I hated him. He didn't have to do anything. I just hated how he could be so, forgiving, so forgetful, so NICE. And I was a piece of sh- "You got mail." Jason handed me an envelope. I ripped it open as he swung his feet to the floor and turned on the TV.
Dear Shane, [or asshole, whichever you prefer],
Yeah, it's been awhile since you've wrote, called, or anything that might have made me feel less worried about if you were okay. And yeah, I bet you're speechless with that freaking hangover. Ha, maybe I'm being a little too mean. Oh wait, but wasn't that what you were being to Nate? Damn, everything seems to be coming down to you, you, you, hotshot. So, you're going through some rough shit. Here's an idea. Stop doing the stupid stuff you're doing now.
Mitchie
P.S. You missing me doesn't sound pointless. It sounds like bull.
Jason must have read the miserable expression on my face because he took the letter from me. I took a deep breath. Well, two could play at that game.
A|N: Hope you liked it. :D Sorry I didn't put too much of Shane on. I just got super-tired. –yawn- So, review if you liked it. (: