The next morning...

I woke up with the energy of a person with a hangover. It's like I was emotionally and physically drained...pretty sure I can't cry anymore after bawling my eyes out half the night. The clock on the nightstand read eleven AM. Only thirteen more hours till tomorrow..yay?

Is it possible to be sore from crying? I'm exhausted, my chest aches and my head hurts like a bitch. Vomiting might be somewhere in the near future as well. You know what, just leave me here to die in my misery and self pity.

I grabbed the small notepad and a pen from the nightstand, wrapped myself in my comforter and huddle in the corner of my bed.

What is she doing? You may ask...naive people, I am making plans.

Number one, kill Tess Tyler...hmm, give her swirlie. Number two, apologize to Shane...wait, I didn't do anything wrong. Tess decided to be a bitch and lie to him and he lapped it up faster than Sammie does milk. Gah, this is not working out.

The door creaked. I looked up to see Caitlyn with a cinnamon roll and an orange juice carton.

"Good morning sunshine," Caitlyn said with a smile.

"Morning," I responded.

"I brought you some breakfast," she passed over the sticky treat.

"Not hungry, but thanks for caring," I said, not wanting to be rude.

Caitlyn put the food on my table and sat on her bed, facing me.

"What are you writing?" she asked as I continued to scribbled murderous and admittedly fucktarted things down.

"Oh...you know, stuff,"

"That's not awkward at all,"

"No, its not," I proclaimed.

"Right...so...how was last night?"

"...Riveting," I said, peering over my blanket, pulling it down.

Caitlyn crossed the room and came to sit on the foot of my bed.

"What happened?" Caitlyn asked cautiously.

"Tess killed me, brought me back to life to face misery,"

"That is so informative...guessing something happened with Shane?"

"How'd ya guess?"

"I didn't. Nate says Shane won't talk about last night," Caitlyn explained.

"Oh yeah, Nate's in love with you," I blurted, not caring.

"You're joking right?" Caitlyn asked, eyebrow raised.

"What?"

"It's just..."

"You don't like him do you?"

She shrugged, "I might...sorta...yeah..alot,"

"Love sucks you know that. I don't even know if I do...i just really like him. But that cowbag ruined everything. Shane thinks I used him to be cool, now he's pissed. He left the party last night, said that I was like everyone else. Caitlyn, we both know I'm not like anyone else," I stated matter-of-factly.

"The whole school thinks that," Caitlyn pointed out.

"Yeah, but I only car what Shane think...why do I care? He didn't even trust me enough to believe me, instead he listened to Tess," I griped, grabbing the small plate with the breakfast pastry and began to peel off the first layer.

"I told you she was evil,"

"No you didn't. You told me she was a bitch, not evil. There's a difference, I should know," I said, mouth half-full of the sweet bread.

"Don't worry about it. Shane'll come around...eventually. I hope, oh I don't know. He's a mystery. Shane's probably just a little hurt..or a lot. Word is that he really likes you. Or did,"

"Not helping," I said, gulping down the orange juice.

"Sorry, I know. Sorry, but you can't stay in here forever. That's exactly what Tess wants,"

"Well the cowbag got it," I gave in.

"What the hell is a cowbag?"

"Like I know...I ran out of bad names to call Tess a while ago,"

"She dropped her breakfast and tripped in front of everyone in the dining hall this morning," Caitlyn said.

I shrugged, picking at the lump of cinnamon bread, "So,"

"And landed in her oatmeal,"

"Karma, ha! Seriously?"

...most energy I have given out today. I feel extremely proud of myself.

"No, but I knew it would make you feel better,"

I tried not to laugh...hello, I'm supposed to be depressed and half dead. Must not show joy. Oh fuck it.

"Come on, Shane's just a little mad. Give him some time, he's nice like that,"

"He is nice...kind, funny, smart...a dumbass for believing Tess. A jerk, asshole, mother-,"

"Woah there. Chillax. Just be at lunch today, you two can reconcile...hopefully,"

"You're support is overwhelming yo...like...fosho," I said, getting out of bed and heading to the closet to look for casual clothes. Weekend, after all.

"Are you going to or not?"

"No, of course not Caitlyn. I'm going to stay in my room and starve to death," I responded sarcastically.

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I grabbed an apple and paid in the lunch line, heading straight to my regular table which we now shared with the Untouchables...and Shane.

"Hey guys," I greeted.

Jason and Nate smiled warmly, making me feel a bit better. As I sat down at the round lunch table, Shane got up. I watched him as he stalked out of the dining hall, a blonde bimbo running after him.

If you guess correctly I promise I'll kill myself, 'kay?

"Just ignore him Mitchie. He's PMS-ing today," Nate said.

I shrugged, "I don't care,"

I bit the inside of my cheek...cuz I'm gonna cry and I really don't want to. He's not even worth it, why does it matter. So Shane can..can...I'm pathetic.

"It'll be okay?" Ella comforted.

I simply shrugged again. At this point I'm just gonna lay low for a while. Try to forget everything. Fuck my life man, this sucks.

Forget trying to get noticed, standing out, and being well liked. I just wanna be another face at Winona Hall. But you better best believe revenge is sweet. It also happens to be something I am very good at getting. You see Tess Tyler around...tell her to watch her back, will you?

Is it just me...or was that like..barely decent. Urgh...sorry for the lame chapter..but I'm running on empty. If anyone has any ideas, could ya like..help me out with one? -shrug- OH!...Follow me on Twitter! Link is in my profile. :P We are at 165 reviews! You are all beyond awesome!