Knock, knock.
What the eff man? It's six in the morning, people sleep at this time, but some idiot is deciding to bang on my door. Wow, asshole!
Knock.
"Caitlyn...door," I whined.
...knock.
I'm gonna kill someone right now
"Go away," I muttered.
Knock. Knock.
I whimpered and put my pillow over my head in a weak attempt to block out the irritating noises.
KNOCK.
I groaned and finally got out of my bed, cursing as I stomped towards the door. I threw it open only to reveal the person who had been avoiding me for the last few days. Shane.
"Shane," I said surprised, "What are you doing here-,"
Before I could finish my sentence, I fell to the floor, with Shane hovering over me. His hands at either side on my head, his legs over my waist. Somehow making it into the middle. This seemed illogical, I mean...ok what.
I wanted to badly to brush back his fringe, covering his perfect face.
"Mitchie, hear me out for a second," he said.
"You're the one who wouldn't let me talk,"
"Let me talk, please,"
This is so wrong...so, so wrong.
Before I could even come up with another sarcastic thought or comment. Shane was kissing me. Kissing me...muah! That.
Just as I was about to plunge my hands into his raven ocean of hair, he pulled away. Why does it seem that always happens. Like, seriously.
"I apologize for not believing you. It's was the worst mistake ever. I can't, not talk to you. It's been killing me. Forgive me?"
"Shane..of course,"
I fel everything shake from under me.
"...Mitchie...I'm giving you five seconds to wake up,"
Suddenly, there was a blow to my head. I opened my eyes to see Caitlyn standing over me with a pillow in hand.
"Time to get up," she said.
I looked around...I was in my bed. It was a dream. All just a dream...that was. Epic.
"Are you okay? It looked like you were being suffocated in your sleep,"
"Yeah, I'm fine," I said, jumping out of bed and opening the room door.
I peered into the hallway. Looking for Shane. But I guess I'm still a little wound up about it. On the other hand, that is without doubt, the greatest dream slash fantasy in my life.
"Are you feeling alright? You're acting weird...well, more than usual," Caitlyn inquired.
If I tell her, she'll think I'm insane. So I'm just going to shut it.
"I'm peachy," I said, taking out a skirt from my drawer.
"You've got Chemistry with Shane...don't you? You think you guys will get stuff sorted?" Cailtyn asked.
"Can we just like, not talk about that right now. He's being a major jerk. And I could care less if we ever talked again,"
"Yeah. Right. And Nate's gonna ask me out,"
"That didn't even make sense,"
"I know...it's early,"
"You know what's really stupid though. How he's making it such a big deal, we woldn't be in this situation if he just let me explain. Honestly, someone needs to shoot him in the foot,"
"That's really mean," Caitlyn joked.
I sighed, "I know,"
--
I entered my chemistry class expecting an angry Shane to be sharing the table but he wasn't there. I sat at the table and stared at Shane's spot the whole entire class period like he was going to magically appear. Now seriously, this really bums me out.
--
Caitlyn and I walked to our regular table. No Shane. I sat down and received greetings from Nate, Jason, and Ella. I nodded towards each of them acknowledging their presence. I ripped open the small dressing pouch and poured the ranch over a salad that I had picked out for my lunch, when I heard the vile voice of a cruel bitch.
"Do you guys..know where Shane is? He wasn't in class this morning," I asked, not really wanting an answer.
"I don't really know. I haven't seen him since yesterday," Jason shrugged.
Geez, way to keep track of your friends. Shane's gone MIA and AWOL.
"Oh boy, something wicked this way comes," Caitlyn said pointing her carrot stick.
"So how did you like your first party here Mitchie, hope you had tons of fun. I did," Tess smirked, walking away.
"Just ignore her," Ella said.
Tess began making more cracks about that fateful party. But I have had enough.
I grabbed a handful of salad from my plate, ignoring the ranch dressing splattered over it. Aiming it for the back of Tess' head.
"Mitchie, don't do it," Jason warned, grabbing my arm, "Violence is never the answer,"
"That's because its always the question. Do you want violence? Uh, yes!" I said, trying to get my arm out of his grasp.
"Jase, she's just gonna throw something at her, not decapitate her," Nate explained, popping grapes into his mouth calmly.
"Oh...well in that case, continue your work por favor," Jason said, dropping his grip immediately.
"Gracias,"
I'm passing Spanish, by the way. Any who, back to the matter at hand.
I grabbed more salad from my plate, in less than two seconds it was flying towards my target. A second later it hit her in the back of the head. The air was sucked out of the grand dining hall as everyone gasped and stared at Tess.
The out of nowhere:
"FOOD FIGHT!" rung through the room.
And chaos ensued.
Screams of delight, joy and being hit with a pudding cup sounded through the room.
"Get under the table," Caitlyn instructed.
The rest of us hesitated, then a splatter or...something hit the table and we rushed under. Found was being pelted in every direction, people scrambling to get out of the way
Then, for the first time all day. I saw Shane...at least I hope it was Shane. People tend to look alike when they're wearing chocolate cake on their faces.
"STOP!"
I knew that voice. That's Jonathan Gray. Dean Gray. Head honcho of Winona Hall.
The room froze, and the rest of us crawled out from under the table.
"Who started this?" Dean Gray demanded.
The room shifted. Everyone was either looking at me or looking in my direction. What can I say, I was caught ranch handed. Oh, please kill me. I'm so dead.