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Chapter 12
Mitchie's POV
Heave
The ends of my mouth curl up as I heave the contents of my stomach into the toilet once more.
Stupid dreams.
For the love of God, why can't they just stop? Have I like done something wrong to deserve this ill fate? Was this because of what I did to those trees yesterday because I'll pay for new ones.
My knees are on the cold linoleum floor; my toes are bent from me slightly putting weight on them. I can feel the pain extract from them as my stomach gives another lurch. All the energy is just exhausting me and I can feel the beads of sweat on my forehead make its way down to my jaw before landing with a light plop on the floor. The heat was too much so my cut off t-shirt lies as a heap on the floor near the tub in the corner.
Why can't I just make everything stop?
Through the haze of my mind I think I hear someone calling my name but I must be hallucinating because my ears have been ringing since I woke up from my dream...thirty minutes ago.
Feeling my stomach relax a little, I flush the toilet before laying my full body down on the floor. The coolness of the tiles is soothing along with the air conditioning vent right next to my head.
Taking a deep breath I think back to good memories where everything in my life just seemed to fit. Where I wasn't too afraid to get near Mikayla and I didn't throw up every time I thought of her giving up her virginity.
'Oh god,' I think as my stomach gives the all too familiar pain in my stomach.
"Mitchie?" I must have gone delusional because I actually think I heard her voice. "Oh my God, Mitchie!" Looking up I notice concerned eyes around the same color as mine gazing back. Through the haze of my mind I think I hear her ask if I was okay. Everything is just a big mess right now. I can see her lips move but I can't hear anything.
Unintentionally my eyes wonder along the curves of her body. Her black skinny jeans are mesmerizing yet I feel my stomach give another pang as I remember the same ones in my dream being discarded from her body.
She kneels down over my body, gently lifting me up. My eyes are droopy and I can feel a small amount of gagged saliva sloshing in my throat. I must've looked like quite the site, lying on the bathroom floor, sweating, I boxer shorts and a black and white bra with skulls and red scratchy writing.
"Mitchie?" My name being called is barely registered in my mind. "Mitchie, are you all right?"
Her leaning towards me gives me a clear visual of her cleavage. The teasing mole on the top of her right breast catches my eyes. With a white flash my mind goes to dream mode of Jake's mouth attached to it.
I gag.
The image leads to others that I've never wanted to see for the rest of my life. Every movement I see of her right now leads to white flashes and the same movement of her in dream mode where all was seen was her flawless skin.
"Get out," I barely choke out to her. "My room." I don't want her to watch me get sick.
"No," she tells me defiantly. I open my mouth and was planning on telling her to leave again but I felt the liquid coming up my throat quickly.
In quick succession my head is once again in the toilet and I feel one hand holding my hair back and another rubbing my back soothingly.
"Shh," she whispers as I finish, pulling back from the flushing toilet and start sobbing against the cupboard under the sink. "It's okay," she comforts once again as I quiet down, reducing the harsh sobs to small sniffs. "What's the matter, Mitchie? You don't have a fever, but you look extremely pale."
Her questioning brown eyes are burning a hole in my forehead, due to me avoiding her gaze.
How could I answer her? How could I tell her that I wasn't okay? I wasn't okay with brooding. I wasn't okay with losing so much weight from excessive vomiting. I wasn't okay with her boyfriend and losing her v card to him. I wasn't okay with her lying to me and I sure as hell was not okay with her cheating on me.
"It's nothing. I'm totally fine. I don't know what you're talking about," I spitfire automatically, a slight edge to my voice.
"Yeah right, Mitch. You look like a freaking elephant trampled over you like you were the mouse. So once again, that leads me to ask, what is wron-"
"Nothing's wrong, Mikayla!" I yelled harshly, whipping my head around so our eyes could meet. "I'm perfectly fine. Like I said, I don't know what you're talking about, okay?" I snap. "Now, is there something you needed, Gomez?"
I've gone hysterical. I must have, because never in a thousand years would I ever think I'd erupt on anyone, let alone Mikayla, like that. I'm a good person, okay? I forgive someone if they do something bad to me. I don't gossip and I stay true to my friends. So why, for the life of me, did I end up with the most drama filled life out of all my friends?
A small sniffle breaks me from my thought process and panic settles in. Mikayla was wiping small tears at the corners of her right eye and she's looking at the floor.
Quickly thinking I attempt to make her stop. My God, now I'm a horrible person.
"No, no, Mik. I'm sorry. Please don't cry." I pull her to me and turn her body around so both of our fronts are facing the opposite wall, although she's covering mine. Our bodies are molded together as my chin rests atop her head. The roles are now switched and I'm the one calming her down.
"I'm sorry, Mik. Please don't cry," I repeat softly to her. The small Latina heeds to my pleading and calms down considerably.
A pregnant pause occurs. The only sounds heard are of Mikayla's occasional sniff every once in a while. Even the sound of our simultaneous breathing is not being acknowledged.
"You called me Mik," she breathes out, almost amazed, locking our fingers together. Butterflies erupt in my stomach upon the contact and I berate myself because I know that it's just a friendly gesture.
'Don't do it, Mitchie. You have to move on. Find someone who actually cares for you and won't lie to you.'
Cares. Lie.
Someone who cares for you won't lie. Cheating is a form of lying and false care. Mikayla cheated on me. Mikayla lied to me.
Snapping out of my reverie I harshly disentangle my fingers and body from hers before standing up and moving to the sink.
"What are you doing here, Mikayla?" I question her somewhat angrily, picking up the mouthwash and opening it. Putting to top to my mouth, I bend the large bottle back, getting a hefty amount before re-capping the Listerine and sloshing the green liquid around my mouth thoroughly.
I slowly count to thirty, the exact amount of seconds it takes for her to understand she's being called on. My eyes start to sting from the alcohol in the antibacterial.
"I-I," she stutters out. Turning to look at her flustered form, I raise an eyebrow before turning back to the sink and spitting out the rinse. As I begin to brush my teeth she finally gathers a full sentence. "I needed you."
I freeze, toothbrush still in my mouth with the foam covering the inside and outer ridges of my mouth.
I needed you.
Well I needed you too, Mik. I needed you like a pen needs ink, like a guitar needs strings, like how a lover needs their significant other.
I needed you to confirm that the rumors of you and Wolfboy to be wrong. I needed to hear your voice everyday from the thousands that I did hear while we were apart. Because your voice mattered, Mikayla. You were the only thing that mattered. I needed you to be truthful, Mikayla. Just once, I wanted you to tell me the truth and you didn't.
That's what I needed.
Snapping out of my martyred internal rant I sigh before spitting out the now liquidated paste. "What happened?" I interrogated before returning to brushing the contours of my tongue, making sure to ride of the smell and possible taste of leftover vomit.
"I…I just needed someone to talk to," she pauses for a second, looking around confused, still on the floor. "You were the only one I could think of, Mitch."
Nothing is said for the next minute. The silence appears to be taking a toll on Mikayla for her expression shows nothing but sheer terror at what I might say.
"Maybe this was a bad idea." Mikayla gets up to leave but I grab her wrist before she's even halfway out the door.
"Whoa, Mitch-"
"Let's go for a walk," I tell her. She looks confused but nods anyway.
We decided to have a walk on the beach. Our trail, I noticed, was in the exact opposite direction of the danger zone yesterday. Maybe that's a good thing.
The tension is unbearable. She's just so stiff right now it's amazing how we can even be this close right now.
"Stop it," I tell her, looking forward. Out of the corner of my eye I notice her looking towards me.
"What?"
"Whatever is making you so uptight. Just stop thinking about it." I turn to her and she's sporting a smile. I always could read her well.
"And if I don't?" She teases.
"Well then I guess I'll just have to make you?"
"How- Ah! MITCHIE!" Already knowing she was going to ask the question before she did I thought up the plan of picking her up around the knees and slinging her body behind my back. Mikayla gave a loud squeal as I started spinning around in quick circles.
With amazing strength I didn't know I had, I lifted the Latina in my arms until her hips rested on my shoulders and continue on the trail.
"You know, as much as I like the view," Upon saying this she spanks my butt while I give a great yelp. "I'd have to say that you should put me down now."
I chuckle at her attempt.
"Well, you know as much as I would like to put you down," I make it seem like I was about to put her down by loosening my grip. "I like the view way too much." I give a wholehearted laugh as I return her favor from earlier by also smacking her ass. She squeals before laughing, pounding her fists on my back and yelling for me to let her go.
"You know," I start off, expertly bringing her body around mine so I'm now carrying her bridal style. "It's not very smart to attack the person who's carrying you."
Mikayla squints, as if daring me to do what I was planning, and she must've found it because her eyes go wide before I pretend to drop her swiftly, allowing her to scream.
"Because I just might drop you," I whisper in her ear, smirking as I feel her grip tighten around my neck. Mikayla gives me a soft smile then I put her down, unaware of the frown that now took place on her face. We walk slowly along the sand.
"So why don't you tell me what happened," I start off, the light breeze barely whipping my hair behind my shoulders. Her green Aeropostale sweatshirt is also flowing with the wind, the zipper hitting my hands every few swipes.
Aeropostale.
Are you kidding me? What happened to Mikayla? She used to detest ever wearing that kind of prep clothing.
"Jake and I…we're just not working out right now." My heart gives a leap. I know it's bad to even think about being happy with her relationship problems but part of me just doesn't even care.
"Why? What's happening?" Honestly, that's got to be like the third time I've asked her what happened today.
"He just, he's just so hard to handle sometimes. Jake is just all about himself and I know that I'm lucky to have him but I can't help but wonder about everything."
I know the feeling.
"Plus he's just such a flirt. Whenever I call him out on it he'll say I'm overreacting. The fact that he like hardly cares about me is just one big bonus. It's like we see each other, we fuck, we do nothing, then he kicks me out."
I stop my walking, my mouth slightly open.
My God. She just said it. Mikayla just admitted it. I think I'm going to be sick.
"Mitch?" Mikayla is a few steps ahead of me with her eyebrows raised. "What's wro-OH!" Realization dawns as she sees my disgusted and sickened face.
Keep it in, Mitchie. Keep it in.
Embarrassment and shame is now reflected in her eyes.
"Mitchie-"
"Why?" I ask weakly, my voice shaking. Right now I'm trying hard not to throw up and the fact that my tears are building up is not helping the situation.
She sighs. "Mitch-"
"Just answer the damn question, Mikayla," She looks shocked and if I wasn't so angry I probably would have been too. "You owe me that much."
Ouch. Sharp blow.
The brunette in front of me looks hurt. I feel triumphant, which is exactly why I hate myself at the moment. I'm supposed to be calm, not lashing out just because she made a mistake.
"Nobody did it the way you did, Mitch." Her voice sounds like she's trying to prove a point or something. She sounds like she's about to cry or she's scared yet her facial expression shows confidence.
The way I did? The way I did what?
"You were always so caring and so sweet. You held doors open for me and always made sure that I was okay. The way you kissed me was always soft and loving and your hugs always left me warm and wanting to stay in them forever. Honestly, you were everything a girl could ask for," Is she…complimenting me? "and maybe that's why we fell apart."
We fell apart? No no no. Fell is an understatement. We were harshly ripped apart.
"What do I have to do with you sleeping with Assface, Mikayla?" God Mitchie, just turn it off. Let her speak for once.
But the thing is, I don't want her to speak. I don't want to know why we fell apart. I don't want her to tell me how she met her dream guy while we were dating and just went and frolicked with him straight to the sack.
Why?
Because I can't take it.
"Do we have to talk about this?" Mikayla asks, sounding like a little child. Was I being too harsh? To most people, no, but for me I felt like the biggest bitch in the world.
"I'm sorry, Mikayla. I ugh, I guess I'm still not fully recovered." Hurt flashes across her eyes again. "There I go again. Look I'm really sorry."
"No, Mitch, it's fine. I still haven't recovered yet either." What do you have to recover from? You're the one that chose this path…for the both of us. We're trapped in a silence with Mikayla staring at me and I'm avoiding her gaze. I don't know what would happen if I looked at her right now.
"It's because I-" The sound of her phone ringing the chorus of 'Ignorance' by Paramore blasts from its tiny speakers.
How ironic.
She quickly grabs her phone and I see a picture of Jake and her kissing on the front screen. I look away.
"Hello?" She asks, sounding like she didn't want to talk to him at the moment. I can hardly hear his voice. It's like a whisper.
I turn around and look at the ocean as she finishes her call. Five minutes later she joined me by my side.
"You're going to go see him," It was a statement, not a question. Seeing her nod from my peripheral vision confirms everything.
"Mitch, I-"
"No, it's fine. He's your boyfriend, go see him." She hesitates for a few seconds before leaving.
I stand there and just watch the ocean for a few more minutes. The tides aren't that big but there's a few surfers already out in the water just lying down on their boards. I chuckle as a large man, apparently asleep, rolled off his board and into the ocean, resurfacing comically.
"Oh the things you'll see from the surfers," a soft but familiar voice says beside me. From the corner of my eye I see a girl's body walk next to mine where Mikayla's was.
"Yeah, I kind of miss surfing. It used to pass the time easily and it was so much fun." I don't know why I'm opening up to this girl about my lost hobby.
"Nice nice. I used to like surfing too. My names-oh my god," Please don't be another crazed fan. Please don't scream my name. I look at her hand before following it along her arm, her neck, and meet her familiar green eyes.
"Oh my God," escapes my lips quietly.
The girl from the mall.
"Is ugh, is…she here?" The girl questions quietly, almost scared to know if Mikayla was near. Her face turns incredibly pale again.
"She just left actually and ugh, I'm really sorry about her. It was a bad way to meet." The blonde nods, still cautious. "So ugh, what's your name?"
"Um…ugh, it's um…" she scratches her head as if unsure, looking at me embarrassed. "I think its Shantelle."
"Getting star struck again already, Shantelle?" I smirk as she blushes. "I didn't know I was that famous."
"Well," Shantelle starts off "sounds like someone's got a big ego," she jokes and smiles at my shocked face. She actually just said that.
"Well, I wouldn't have one if you would actually form words." Ooh burn. It's so much fun to just go back and forth with her.
"Hey, I'll have you know that what happened at the mall was just something my friends wanted me to do," Shantelle attempts to explain.
"Yeah, but your actions show that you totally wanted to follow through with the bet," I tease her as she starts rubbing her neck with her palm.
"I-I-I, ugh."
"You know words come out if you move your tongue in the right way."
"Are you insinuating that you want to teach me how to move my tongue?" My body becomes enflamed as she gives me one of the sexiest looks I've ever seen. Her eyebrow is raised with a small smirk like she knew she just won that round.
I return the smirk and was just about to respond before my phone started ringing Lilly's voice loudly.
"It's a temporary life
It's all right
It's a ride that takes you all the way up
All the way down
Never look back it's time to breakout"
I open my phone and read in bold letters:
One New Message
Loser Lilly Bear
I give Shantelle an apologetic look. She gives a smile in return before nodding her head, giving me permission.
'It's time to get your ass out of the dumps and your head outta the toilet. Party at the club. 9. Be there.'
Miley must've made Lilly send that. Lilly is totally sweet when it comes to taking time. Miley gets a little impatient sometimes.
The club. Do I really want to go dancing tonight?
Hell yeah!
But it would be so weird to see everyone with somebody else. Especially Mikayla and Jake. Wait…
"Hey Shantelle, you feel like going dancing tonight." Shantelle gives a surprised face.
"Ugh, sure. Souds good. You picking me up?" I nod. "Here's my address and phone number then." She grabs my hand and starts writing stuff down before reciting her phone number to me which I put in my cell.
"Awesome, you're by the club," I tell her, looking at my hand. She was only a block away. "My friends and I are going at like 9 so I'll pick you up before that then we can walk there I guess. The lot is probably going to be crowded."
She nods.
"So, I guess I'll see you then," she says before leaving. "I've got to go get ready then." I look at my cellphone.
Holy crap! It's already three o' clock!
Jumping up I walk back to the house.
Normal POV
"Are you sure this is gonna work?"
"Trust me, babe, it'll be just like yesterday. We get Mikayla hammered, they dance, and then Mikayla will spill all her secrets out like a freaking leaky faucet."
"At least Jake won't be there."
"Here here."
"All right, fine. I believe you, this plan does have a shot."
"Why thank you, mah dear."
"Let's just hope it won't mess up horribly like all your other plans."
Around 9 that night
"Okay, everything set?" Miley asks her girlfriend who was looking to the other side of the street.
"From what I know."
"Oh! I see Mikayla. Good, she's alone. Thank God. Stupid Jacob," Miley mutters the last under her breath, waving at the brunette coming from the top of the hill. "You see Mitchie yet?"
"Miley…we've got a problem on our hands," Lilly sounds worried.
"Why?" The brunette asks, turning around looking at her girlfriend. "What could possibly be so bad right n- Oh my god, I'm gonna kill her," The southerner threats, seeing Mitchie come over the hill with a blonde chick, smiling.
"Hey guys, what are you staring at?" A cheery voice questions. Upon receiving no response from the couple she looks where they're staring at her mouth drops open in shock.
"Who the hell is that?" Mikayla interrogates angrily, clenching her fists.
"I dunno but…is that the girl from the mall during the summer?" Miley wonders aloud.
"Oh yeah!" Lilly laughs. "The one that Mikayla almost beat up because she was jea-" Lilly cuts herself off by doing an obvious fake coughing fit. The two brunettes with her just glare. "Sorry," she mumbles quietly.
"Hey everybody, what's going on? Why you waiting out in front?" Mitchie's voice breaks through the awkwardness the group held. Everybody's necks whip to the two newcomers, making them take a step back. "Whoa there, whatever you're talking about-" she points to them.
"We didn't do it," Mitchie and Shantelle both say at the same time. Mikayla glares at the blonde, who shrunk away upon noticing this. Mitchie just gives Mikayla a confused look.
"Oh, guys, I'd like to actually meet Shantelle. Shantelle this is Lilly, Miley and Shantelle." The blonde on Mitchie's side just gives them all a small smile and a little wave. Miley and Lilly return it whereas Mikayla just continues glaring.
"So, shall we get to dancing then?" Shantelle offers. Miley, Lilly, and Mitchie all smile. Mitchie puts her arm around the blonde's shoulders.
"Oh my 'lanta, you are my woman," the smiling Latina quotes making Miley, Lilly, and Shantelle all laugh. "Hey, where are the guys?"
"Oh, they're already inside, so let's say we join 'em?" Miley answers.
The two blondes and brunettes cheer, a very sullen and enraged Mikayla following behind them.
Mitchie's POV
The bass from 'King Kong' was pumping so hard you could literally feel it in your chest like it was controlling your heart. I felt Shantelle grab my hand gently as we saw the Grey brothers in the middle of the dance floor, obviously buzzed from whatever they were drinking.
"You wanna dance?" The seductive voice of Shantelle whispers in my ear. The hairs on the back of my neck rise up and I nod my head, my eyes possibly glazed over. Shantelle takes me by the hand and starts to lead me to the dance floor where a plethora of bodies were practically having sex.
She takes me somewhere in the middle of the dance floor. I know that I can see Shane and Jason jumping up and down but Nate seems to be missing. He probably found the girls at the entrance.
All thought stops as Shantelle fits one of her legs in-between mine and starts grinding against my center. Her hands snaked out to latch behind my neck.
OH MY GOD! My eyes close with bliss as I follow her rhythm, placing my hands on her hips. The fact that the bass was reverberating through the both of us did not help the situation. It's just lust. I can hear the crowd cheer, Shane and Jason mainly, as the Soul Seeker's remix of Paranoid comes on. My body becomes rigid as I listen to the first few lines.
"I try to make the most of all this stress
I try to live without regrets
But I'm about to break a sweat
I'm freaking out"
What the hell am I doing? Dancing with Shantelle like this? My hands go slack on her hips.
Sure, she's cool and all but I definitely don't see her as a possible relationship.
"Mitchie?" The blonde asks as she sees that I've stopped. She practically has to shout to be heard. "Are you all right?"
"I-I" I stutter, feeling lost.
"Because if this is about Mikayla then I totally understand. I'm not pressuring you into anything. I can tell that you obviously like her a lot." She gives a reassuring smile. Wow. She is so cool.
I smile before mouthing 'thanks'. She mouths back 'no problem' before we both fall into rhythm again.
We danced for a long time, probably about an hour. Every few songs we would see the others around, mainly Shane and Jason because they were around the center like us, but never once did we see Mikayla. When I looked over to a booth in the far corner I would occasionally notice her glaring straight at us. Part of me was confused, part of me felt victorious because I actually thought she was jealous.
But I refuse to believe that fact because I thought she was serious when she said that she loved me and look where it got me.
Pretty soon 'Grind on Me' by Pretty Ricky came on. Throughout our dancing, Shantelle switched her position from head on grinding me, from having her ass against my center and my hands on her hips. The girl's left hand was resting on my upper thigh and her right was snaked around my neck. My body felt like it was on fire from the girl and we had no intention of doing anything.
Our bodies moved together in perfect synchronization. If somebody looked at us it would seem as if we had practiced this for hours.
"Baby grind on me (Slow grind)
Relax your mind, take your time on me (Slow grind)
Let me get deeper, shorty ride on me (Slow grind)
Now come and sex me till your body gets weak (Slow grind)
With slow grindin'
Baby grind on me (Slow grind)
Relax your mind, take your time on me (Slow grind)
Let me get deeper, shorty ride on me (Slow grind)
Now come and sex me till your body gets weak (Slow grind)"
Together our hips slowly thrusted back and forth and were making me ache for more. My nose nuzzled her neck as I inhaled her perfume mixed with sweat from excessive dancing. When she grinded extra hard into my center a long string of moans were let out from my guilty lips. I must have accidently let one of my moans slip into her ear because she turns back with a sultry, sexy grin.
My brown eyes connected with her green and it's like everything just fit into place. Slowly, I could feel my body bringing me forward towards her lips. We stopped grinding and were just moving closer. We were close, our mouths just about to touch before we heard someone clearing their throat, roughly and almost angrily. Both our heads snap to a rather enraged looking Mikayla standing in front of us.
I suddenly feel shy, and Shantelle's body and hands suddenly go rigid in my arms. We both straighten ourselves, slightly detaching and putting space between us.
What almost happened?
"Mind if I ugh, squeeze in?" The angry Latina questions, although she looks as if she won't take 'no' for an answer. I just stare as I unconsciously watch Shantelle nod and leave my arms, looking back and giving me a smile and two thumbs up.
That little witch. I can't believe she just left me here with my ex.
With panicked eyes I turn back to Mikayla. I can feel my palms sweat and I'm getting nervous. My stomach is literally in my throat right now.
Mikayla just looks at me with…lust?
"Mik?" I ask as she strides up to me, immediately thrusting her thigh in between my legs like Shantelle did when we first started dancing. I groan in pleasure. What the hell?
Mikayla pulls the back of my head into the crook of her neck.
"M-Mikayla?"
"God Mitch, who knew you could dance like that?" Her husky voice adds to my slightly aroused state. She thrusts extra hard and I just can't control myself as I allow my tongue to reach out and taste the nape of her neck. Delicious. "So sexy," she whispers, throwing her head back.
Unknowingly the song changed to 'Bed' by J. Holiday and Mikayla was practically doing that as she groaned by my actions. I started licking and nibbling on her neck like it was a freaking feast. No matter what I did I just couldn't stop. It was an addiction.
Through the haze of my mind I can hear the chorus repeat, "I'mma put you to bed, bed, bed"
I barely even get to register as I feel myself being ripped from Mikayla's body, getting turned around harshly before I see Jake's angry face then his fist before it connected with the side of my cheek.
"MITCHIE!" I hear people shout my name.
"What the fuck were you doing with my girlfriend?!" Jake angrily asks me, throwing another punch for my jaw but I duck. Oh what now, asshole? I'm a frickin' black belt. You see, when I came out to my mom when I was twelve she made me take a bunch of self defense lessons like karate and tae kwon do, just in case. Nobody knew, not even Mikayla.
Thank God.
Pain shoots through my jaw but I don't care. My mind is on retaliating right now and Mr. Six Pack has just been asking for it.
He goes for a jump kick to my face but I block with both my hands, leaning down to swipe my leg to sweep his feet out from under him. Jumping, he just barely made it. Using the momentum I push my upper body up in time to land a jump kick to the side of his face, his upper body snapping back.
A whole crowd of people start to circle around us shouting 'Fight! Fight! Fight!' Through the amount of bodies I can just barely make out my friends stretched out along them, too far away. Mikayla was being pushed back, obviously struggling to reach us before something terrible happened.
I go to reach for her hand but was pulled back by my jacket. Grabbing the hand I twist it around, hearing an anguished yelp before a foot smashes into the back of my knee, making it collapse under me, a cry coming from my lips.
"Mitchie!" I look up to see Mikayla cry out, tears obvious in her eyes, shouting at the people to let her through.
I need to get to Mikayla.
Straightening up with the limp in my leg I take his hand and punch his elbow downward, not hard enough to break it. While he was still in pain I quickly kicked him in his opposite knee from me, which was the left and then land a sucker punch to the right side of his face.
I once again go to try and reach Mikayla. Our fingertips had just barely touched before the crowd pushed me back and right into Lautner's waiting arms where he twisted my body around and kneed me right in the stomach.
White flashes in my eyes as I bend over, the breath knocked out of me. This gives me easy access to his god forsaken 'package' as I quickly punch him where the sun don't shine. He too kneels beside me and I use this opportunity to lift my leg up from the knee and kick him right in the face.
Breath just barely comes back to me and I was just about ready to lunge for Lautner before I feel at least twelve hands start to grip my arms and shoulders. They're all barley restraining me.
Looking back I see two buff security guards with Shane, Nate, Jason, and Lilly.
"Damn, she's strong!" A large, muscular, black security guard shouts.
If I wasn't so pissed off I would've laughed at the scene of Lautner being held back by Shantelle and Miley, the two weakest out of the group.
Mikayla was in the middle of both groups, obviously torn on where to go. If I looked closely I could see the hickey on the side of her neck that I had obviously just placed on her. The reflections of her tears were easy to detect.
"We're taking you home," I can barely register what the guards were yelling at us. Flashes from cameras were what caught my attention.
Oh boy, when I get home I am so dead.
"You guys got in a fight at a local spot and all you can say is you're sorry?! The both of you could've gotten seriously hurt!" Mikayla's mom, Mandy, yelled at all of us. "Whatever is going on with you," she points at me, "and you" now she points at Jake, "has to be fixed…now!"
Let's just say that our families were not too happy. We were dropped off at Mikayla's house and almost immediately Mandy phoned my family and they were there. Currently all of us were packed into the living room.
Jake just groans, a frozen bag of peas on his face and his…*cough* parts.
"She's just jealous, okay? It's not my fault that her girl liked me more," My anger is fueled as he finishes that sentence with a cocky smirk in my direction.
"You little son of a bi-" I go to lunge at him again before I felt myself being restrained by mine and Mikayla's step dad, the brothers, and Lilly.
"Mikayla, what do you even see in this guy? He's nothing but a punk!" Her step dad, Brian shouts at her. She just shrinks further into the couch she's on.
"Psh, you don't even know me like that, pops. I'm a good influence."
"A good influence? A good influence?!" Miley asks, almost comically, knowing that that statement was far from the truth.
"If you're such a good influence why don't you tell them what you did to Mikayla yesterday, hmm?" Lilly counters her significant other's statement. This seems to catch the entire adult's attention since our group of friends was the most truthful people they knew.
"I think I'd like to know this," Mandy tells him, taking an authoritive stance, crossing her arms across her chest.
"Okay, I'll give you the truth. I took her drinking and man was she hammered." All jaws in the room drop but one. He actually said it. Holy shit, I don't even have the guts to admit to my friends that I'm a total badass ninja.
"Oh hell no. You better be joking," My mom speaks up for the first time. Jake just confidently nods his head in the negative, seeming to not care. Mikayla looks completely mortified.
"Mikayla, you shouldn't be influenced to this. You two are breaking up and that is final," Brian demands of her. She looks stricken and goes to protest. Two responses were heard at the same time.
"No!"
"Okay," came the calm voice from Jake. Once again all the jaws dropped.
"What?" Mikayla looks like she just got kicked and I can't help but feel like crap because she did. "But Jake I…"
"Look, we had a fun run, Mikayla, but you and I both knew that this was just a fling, right?" Wrong. She thought you were the love of her life. "Besides, I've been trying to think of ways to end this anyway." With that, he gets up to leave. Silence fills the room as Mikayla gives a quiet sob before running up to her room.
The sound of her door slamming confirms her placement.
Oh my God. What an asshole! How could he do that?
Not even a heartbeat after the slam I am already up the stairs, chasing after her. Nobody followed.
I hear the quiet sobs as I stop in front of her room.
"Mikayla?" I question, testing the waters as I slowly open the door. Her back is to me, shaking. Moving behind her I envelope my hands around her waist, whispering encouraging words to her.
"We should be together, Mitch," she tells me, turning around to face me in the hug.
What?
"Mikayla, I-" Her lips attached to mine cut off my pessimism on the subject. Before I got too lost I pushed her back.
"Mitch, we belong together." She attempts to reattach our lips but I pull away, angry. "What are you doing?"
"It doesn't just work like that, Mikayla!"
"Mitchie, wha-"
"You didn't think I was going to jump in a relationship with you just like that, did you? God, Mikayla, you cheated on me! Okay?! You cheated on me! I doubt you even know how hard it's been for me lately. Name one reason for me to get back with you after that!"
"Because you love me!" She shouts, obviously trying to out-do me on this matter. "That's a reason why we should be together. It's because you love me." The Latina says it softer this time. I just look away.
"Yes, Mikayla, I love you. You, not this preppy alter ego you've created for some asshole trying to get into your pants. Or skirts, since you've changed to someone I don't even know." Mikayla seems to be quiet after this. A sniff is heard but I can tell that she doesn't need to cry anymore. "I mean, the Mikayla I knew made a vow with me to actually save her virginity for love. The Mikayla I knew didn't just throw something that special away. She actually cared about me and the rest of her friends before she became a bitch for a crush and ignored all them."
Smack!
The sound of her palm connecting to my cheek is the only sound in her room. My cheek aches because it's the same one that Jake punched at the club.
"I can't," Tears begin to well in my eyes, but I refuse to let her see me cry. "I can't be second best, Mikayla."
And with that, I was gone.
Gone from her room. Gone from the occupants asking me where I was going from her living room. Gone from her house.
"Hello?"
"Caitlyn?"
"Mitchie? Are you all right? Have you been crying?"
"Is that offer for Barcelona still open?"
"What? Yeah, of course it is. You wanna come by?"
"Yeah. When do you think you can get here?"
"I dunno. How about we get you tomorrow? Give you enough time to pack."
"Sounds good."
"Cool. How long do you think you'll be here?"
"A while."
Yes, I will leave you at that. I had a lot more planned to write but I just like practically wrote like three chapters in one. Hope you enjoy and tell me what you thought about the action scene. It was my first one and I gotta hear how it sounds for 'Everything is Not What it Seems.'
Remember, reviews are love and I'm sorry about the wait.
My computer was total crap because I had a virus and then now my site is blocked from the stupid spyware so I have to use my other methods. Anyway, hope you enjoyed and I'm sorry for the wait.