I already know that this place is beyond weird but..COME ON!
"What are you doing here?" I asked.
"Me?! What about you?"
"I'm not the one holding that, that thing," I snarled, switching on the lights.
"This, Miss Simple Mind, is a cat, and his name is Sammie," Shane snapped.
"Why?"
"What? Doesn't he look like a Sammie?" Shane asked, cooing to the little kitten.
"Yes, very much," I said, "But, why are you in the kitchen...with a cat,"
Shane bent down and put the cat on the floor, "I ran out of cat food, so I thought I'd come in here and grab him a can of tuna or something,"
"Ok better question: why do you have a cat?"
"Well, I found him,"
"You found him? How can you find a cat on school grounds? Wait, is there cats on school grounds? Are you an illegal kitty poacher?"
"What? No. I found him awhile ago, he had an injured paw," Shane said, picking Sammie up and holding out his little paw.
This guy is more of a mystery than Edward Cullen...what? I know Edward Cullen is a fictional character...but he fit the reference. But, he's Shane Gray. Mysterious, an Untouchable...sexy.
"So...what did you say your name was?" Shane asked.
"I didn't. I'm Mitchie,"
"Oh, so your the new girl?"
I just love being reffered to as 'New Girl', catch my sarcasm?
"Yeah,"
"I'm Shane by the way,"
"I know," I blurted.
Damn. Fuck. Mother..Gah. He probably thinks I'm some crazy stalker now. Way to go Mitchie, you've been here for a day and a half and you're already a freak. Score.
"Word gets around fast," Shane laughed.
"Uh..yeah, how about we get this little fuzzball some alternative kitty chow," I said, scratching Sammie's ear.
...I just noticed in a tank top and track pants...in front of Shane Gray, Yeah, 'Woosh', Shane. This school brings only good things to me. No.
I walked over to the giant cooler looking for something Sammie could have. The only thing I saw fit was a can of tuna...and economy sized can.
As I came out of the cooler, Shane's eyes widened at the sight of the giant can of chicken of the sea.
"Its all they had," I said lamely.
"Well buddy, looks like you're having tuna for a while," Shane said to the cat.
Yeah, the cat. So Shane isn't this dark, tortured soul that likes poetry and things like that. I mean, he's still hot. But...he talks to a cat that he's harboring in his room. Still hot, weird...but nonetheless.
I found a can opener and opened the tin container. I grabbed a piece of wax paper and scooped a hunk of fish on it, placing it on the floor next to Sammie.
Shane sunk down to the floor and I followed suit.
"So Shane, why exactly are you hiding a cat?" I asked.
"Well, I've always wanted one. Then my friend, Jason, found him. But he's allergic, he's kind of a doof that way. And Nate just doesn't like Sammie. So that left him with me,"
I couldn't say anything. He was just being so personal. Like..comfortable with a total stranger..and I was fighting the urge to attempt to make out with him.
"You know, you should probably get back to your room, no sense in both of us getting in trouble because of curfew," Shane said.
"But aren't you the dean's kid. Can't you get away with pretty much everything?"
Shane unexpectedly groaned, throwing his head back.
"What?"
"You know?"
"Same last name genius," I pointed out.
"It's like being famous. You never know if people are your friends for you or the free stuff. In my case, being cool or doing stuff with no consequences,"
"Oh, definitely being cool," I joked.
"Ha ha. Must be the same for you huh?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I'm talking about how your the new girl, the rebel and all that jazz,"
I rolled my eyes, "Listen, I'm not some bad ass. I just didn't want to wear the uniform,"
Shane nodded.
"We should probably get back to our rooms," he said, picking up Sammie who had already finished his tuna.
"Yeah,"
"Hey, since I kept you out, it's like my duty to walk you back to Engler," Shane said.
"Fine. But only if I get to hold the cat," I laughed.
"Deal," he said, handing over Sammie.
The walk back to my dorm was comfortably silent except for occasional purrs from Sammie. We finally reached my door and I turned to Shane to give him back the kitten...cue awkward goodbyes that you see in the movies after a date. Except this isn't a date...and there is probably not going to be a goodnight kiss.
"So...umm..are you rooming alone?" Shane asked.
"No, I'm sharing with Caitlyn,"
"Gellar?" he asked.
I nodded.
Shane's expression changed to an amused one.
"This is rich, Nate's got a total thing for that girl,"
I laughed softly, "I guess that pretty much means we have to get them together,"
"Yeah, well hey. On the weekends we're allowed to go into town, we could all hangout at the mall, I could bring Nate and Jason...I mean if you want, but I understand that if you have other plans or if you just don't-,"
"Sure sounds like fun,"
"So, tomorrow after lunch?"
"Cool, meet you guys at the gate, night Shane," I said.
"Night Mitchie,"
"And goodnight to you too Sammie," I laughed.
Shane wiggled the kitten's little paw in my direction.
I gave Shane one last smile before closing my door...
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Crap, my phone.
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Caitlyn and I made our way to the dining hall for lunch. We took our seats next to a jumpy looking Ella.
"Hey Ell, where is everyone?" Cailtyn asked.
"Went into town. Ohmigosh, I have something to tell you," she sang.
"Spill," I ordered.
"Ok, so yesterday after eighth period I left Biology late. So when I opened the door, guess who I hit!"
"Who?" I asked.
"Jason Montgomery!" she squealed, "So I helped him pick up his book and then I asked him if he was okay...and he nodded. It wasn't like a quick nod, but like a very slow one. And he looked straight at me! It was like he was gazing into my soul or something,"
Ella picked up her sandwich, which I identified as tuna. I suddenly remembered the large can of tuna Shane and I left in the kitchen last night.
I took the sandwich from her and threw it back on her plate.
"Don't eat that," I ordered.
"Why?" Caitlyn asked.
"Long story," I said.
Then...I felt it. The similar woosh of Shane's.
"Hey Mitchie, you girls still up for later?" Shane asked, coming up behind me.
"Totally," I said.
"Cool, meet you all in an hour,"
I nodded and he left, then met the shocked faces of my friends.
"W...was that Shane Gray?" Caitlyn asked.
"He talked to you?" Ella gasped.
"Actually, we're all going with Shane and his friends into town. You guys up for it?" I asked.
"Effing cow, we're going to be hanging out with the Untouchables," Caitlyn breathed.
Sorry for the lame-o chapter. Did anyone see the make-shift canoe Smitchie scene? Except, you know they're in a kitchen. But if you can spare a second and review, that'd be awesome. The reason this is posted to early..its nine thirty a.m....is cuz in an hour and twenty-eight minutes my job is going to hold me hostage for five hours...pulls imaginary noose...
I really hate to do this. Really, really hate...but check out my new fic 'And It Leads To This'...you don't have to, but just throwing it out there.
Love you guys, cuz your awesome like that.