Hiya, update time! I got a few tweets telling me how excited people were for this chapter, and I would just like to thank you for making smile from them. I've never got them before, so it was quite a shock. You guys seriously are the best. If you like to follow me on twitter, my name is itsmeJADEY, and my co-writer is JessicaKerrigan. Anyways, on with the story. As promised you have a much longer chapter, and hopefully, you will like what you are about to read, so...

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"I heard everything"

As soon as those words came out of Tess's mouth, Caitlyn noticed her eyes becoming more heavy and when the light hit her face she could see she had been crying...actually, she was still crying. The silence between them became unbearable, the only noise was Tess's almost silent sobs and the occasional time her breathing would hitch in her throat. Caitlyn walked towards her unable to say a word, all she could do was wrap her arms around her and give her the comfort she needed.

"I'm sorry Tess, I'm so sorry," Caitlyn words got caught in her throat and she could feel Tess's tears soaking into her t-shirt; her sobs joining them.

"I want him out the house," Tess mumbled into Caitlyn's t-shirt, "I need him gone."

"Babe, please, just leave it 'till the morning, okay? He will prolly be gone by the time you wake up anyway."

Tess lifted herself up off of Caitlyn and looked in her eyes. "NO! I want him out of here NOW! got it?"

Tess unwrapped her self from Caitlyn's arms and headed out the door.

"Tess stop, this is stupid," Caitlyn shouted towards her.

Tess stopped in her tracks and turned to face Caitlyn. Tears were still rolling down from her eyes, and she continued her rhythm in sniffing them back. She looked up to the ceiling hoping that they wouldn't restrain her from speaking.

"No, no, no, no, it's not 'stupid' Caitlyn, what's stupid is that the man I love, the man I care for and look after when he's ill, the man I cook for, the man I clean up after, the man who I bought this house with, the man who, when we first started dating promised me we would be together forever, the man who I gave up everything to be with, my dream, my ambitions, even my family, the man 'I' make 'love' too, is in love with someone else. Now that's stupid Caitlyn, that is so fucking stupid."

Caitlyn was unable to speak, Tess was right, but she didn't want to see both of her best friends fight and fall out; even though Tess had a right to be angry at Shane, she even had the right to chuck him out. But she had been friends with Shane for so long, longer than she had known Tess, and she hated seeing him miserable, but giving them space right now was what they wanted, she just didn't like the way Tess was acting about it all.

Shane was just settling into a deep sleep, when he heard his door slam open; it took him a few seconds to gather his thoughts and the movement of his body, but he managed to crack his eyes half open, although his vision was a bit blurry. He propped himself up on his elbows, blinking several times to see the scene unraveling in front of him.

His vision still weary, he watched as a curvy figure reached up on top of his wardrobe - which was locate right in front of the bed. He heard faint cries of struggle as she tried to reach whatever it was she wanted. He blinked again, this time sitting up and noticing that the 'figure' was Tess. She pulled down a suitcase from the wardrobe and threw it on top of the bed, where Shane's legs lay. She opened the suitcase, unzipping it all the way around, then, she looked up, her eyes meeting Shane's. His confused face made Tess laugh, but in a sad way. This time, seeing him again, she didn't know what to do; she wanted him to tell her everything was going to be okay; she wanted him to tell her that he would love her no matter what, but, he was the one who caused her this pain, she wanted him to feel the pain she was feeling right, at this moment, and before she could think, the tears started rolling down her face once again, and this time she couldn't control them; they just kept falling down her cheeks and onto her chest.

"Babe, what's wrong?" Shane lifted the covers off himself and threw his feet over the side of the bed, landing them firmly. It was a hot night and he was clad in only plaid cotton shorts. He walked over to Tess, placing his hands on her arms from behind and comforting her. Tess stood still, unable to move, his touch disgusted her. She thought of what he might have been up to with those hands, she thought of his touching another girl the way he had once touched her. This broke her heart, more so then it had already been, not only that, but it broke her self-confidence, making her feel as though she isn't enough, that if he couldn't love her who would? Had she done something wrong? Wasn't she pretty enough? If he couldn't stand her so much, that he felt he had to go out and find someone else who could? She kept thinking back, maybe she had done something wrong, maybe it was her fault he doesn't love her anymore, maybe she is to blame?

"Get your hands off of me, Shane," she shrugged off his hands aggressively and choked back her tears, trying to seem unfazed by him. Shane moved back raising his hands in defense and stepped to the side slightly.

Shane, still confused of what was happening, watched Tess as she moved to his wardrobe and swung the doors open, both of them hitting off their hinges and ricocheting back and forth. She placed a hand on the inside of his wardrobe, and then placed another in a section of clothes, unhooking them from the pole and throwing them into the suitcase.

"What the hell Tess? What the fuck are you doing with all my stuff?" Shane immediately removed his clothes from the suitcase and placed them on the bed, but Tess continued to removed them from the rail and throw them recklessly behind her hoping that they would land on or in the suitcase.

Shane watched in ore, as the woman who said she was ready to sort things out tomorrow, was a mess, the tears still falling at a rapid pace down her face and her sobs piercing through him. He didn't know what to do, but watch; he didn't know why she was doing this.

He grabbed her arms firmly, with enough strength to hold her. She squirmed trying to get out of his hold. "Get the fuck of me, NOW!"

"Not until you tell me what the you're doing?"

"I'm packing for you; see, usually in a relationship, if the man-whore of a boyfriend doesn't love his girlfriend anymore, she, well kinda, chucks him out."

"Tess, what are you talking about? I do love you."

Tess froze as those words left his mouth - they repeated over and over in her head, for what felt like forever. Then the tears started again, she was surprised she still had any left from the amount she had done this tonight. She tried to make sense of her speech but, it came out in breaths between her tears.

"Don't…lie to me… Shane."

"Baby, I'm not lying, I love you, you know that, I will always love you. You are my one and only, I promise," Shane loosened his tight grip on her arms as she turned around face him.

His heart broke, right then and there. Her eyes were puffy from crying, and on her cheeks you could make out tear trails; her mouth sat in its natural form; she looked like she hadn't slept in a week; she looked stressed, she looked tired, she looked frightened, she looked vulnerable, she looked angry, she looked a million and one things, but all could be put under the same category.

Heart Broken.

"I heard Shane," She emphasized the J, spitting it out like an unwanted word. She pushed his chest and he stumbled back. "I heard every…..last….word," She pushed his chest several more times between her words, her voice cracking on the last. And her sobs became uncontrollable. "Every, SINGLE WORD Shane," She sobbed again "Every FUCKING word. So don't you dare stand their and say any of that shit, because it is all a lie. All of it. And I'm never going to believe a single thing you say, ever again, because everything you ever say will be trash to me, fucking worthless trash. You got it?"

Shane stood there speechless. He couldn't say anything to make it better, even if he spoke he knew he would make things worse, so he just swallowed back his words.

"Do you know what it feels like to have the person you love, tell your best friend they don't love you anymore? You couldn't even do it to my face Shane...you couldn't even do it to my face. Do you know what that's makes you?" Tess walked away to his drawers located at the edge of the room and opened it, taking a handful of his clothes and chucked them into the suitcase.

Shane shook his head in response.

"Oh, you don't?" Tess bitterly laughed, "It makes you a coward Shane, it makes you a cheap, pathetic liar." She closed the suitcase and tried to do the zip up. "It makes you worthless to me, it makes you a cheat, it makes you a disgusting person, it makes me hate you, right down to the part, where it makes me sick to even look at you anymore. I can't bare to be in the same room as you right now, Shane. But there's a little bit not in here," she pointed to her heart. "but in here," she pointed to her head "that makes me wonder why I'm not enough for you. Why wasn't I enough for you Shane? Why? Explain it to me, please. I gave you everything. Absolutely everything. I gave you more than everything actually. I gave you me, Shane, why wasn't I good enough?" Tess got closer and closer to him, as she spoke. So close that they were eventually face to face.

"I'm sorry?"

"Is that an answer or a question Shane?"

"I'm so sorry."

"Is that it, you're sorry? You are fucking sorry? That doesn't explain a thing Shane. I didn't ask you if you were sorry, I asked you why I wasn't enough?"

A single tear ran down Shane's face and he said all he could say.

"I'm sorry," his voice cracked as the tear continued running down.

Tess let out a breath. She hadn't truly believe this was happening, not until this very moment. "We're over Shane. We have nothing left anymore. We both know it. So, can you just leave."

He gave up fighting. He knew every word she spoke was true, he was just denying it. Why stay with someone when the only reason you have, is that you don't want to hurt them? He knew he couldn't have Mitchie, but that doesn't mean he deserved the love of Tess, when he couldn't return it.

"Fine I get it. I'll go." He gathered all his belongings and shoved them in a suitcase.

"Don't expect me to talk to you tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that. I don't wanna see your face for a very long time." Tess turned to walk to the door to leave/ "Babe, I have nowhere to go." Tess stopped in her tracks, laughed. And turned to face Shane. "One, don't EVER call me babe again. And two, how about you go hook up with your little shag pile?. That woman you love more than me, yeah, sounds like a pretty good plan to me." Shane went to open his mouth but, Tess soon hushed him, by raising her hand for him to stop. "Don't you dare Shane, don't you fucking dare say it, because if you do say its 'me' you love, I... Just get out, Shane." Shane stood there in silence not wanting to move. "I said GET OUT!" Tess broke down yet again for the Nth time tonight; he could do nothing but leave. Of course, this was partly his house, but Tess doesn't deserve to be kicked out after all he had put her through. - - - -
Shane sat in his car and sighed. "Stupid. Stupid. Stupid." He hit his head against the steering wheel several times. "What the fuck am I supposed to do now?"

It had been 30 minutes since he had left his house. And he had nowhere to go. Well, there was one place he could go, but it would be highly inappropriate, especially after what had just happened. Then again, it was his only choice.

He grabbed his phone, and scrolled through his contacts until he reached the one person who could make him smile at a time like this. He pressed the call button, and brought the handset to his ear.

"Hello?" A groggy voice rang through the speaker.

"Mitchie, can I come to yours?"

"Shane? Is everything alright? Of course you can." She sounded worried.

"I'll explain when I get there. Thank you. Bye."

He put the phone down, and drove the mile and half to her house.

When he got there, and park up and sat and stared at the house. In there was Mitchie beautiful, sweet Mitchie; that thought made him smile.

He walked up to the porch in the dark. It was 11:34 when he looked at his phone. He was checking for any sign of forgiveness from Tess or an up-to-date check from Caitlyn, but there was nothing. He dragged his suitcase from the car to the door, and stood there for a few minutes, taking the time to think about tonight's events, letting it sink into his head that he had broken her heart.

He reached for the doorbell and listened as the sound of the bell echoed inside the house. The tune played twice before, he heard her fumbling with the locks trying to open the door as fast as she could. She was a very conscious person, she always made sure all the windows and doors were locked before she went to bed; all curtains and blinds were closed; she froze at every sound made; she always had a phone by her and made sure she had some sort of weapon in reaching distance to defend herself. No matter how safe the neighbourhood was, she would always be too aware, on her toes, and ready to defend herself if something were to happen. But of course nothing would happen, they lived in the safest town in New Jersey, where the only crime was 8 year old sweet thieves.

As she opened the door she seemed very awake and active, as if she had woken up naturally and Shane hadn't called her up and woke her. She was dressed in short cotton Pyjama shorts, revealing a lot of her tanned thighs and her smooth legs, along with a strappy vest top, that only just met the rim of her shorts. The nights were rather warm lately, hence her choice of clothing.

"Hey, Shane, come in" she noticed his suitcase next to him and the weak smile on his face. "Ohhh."

She looked at him, putting the pieces together in her head, figuring out what happened. Mitchie stepped aside ushering Shane into the warmth of her house. He took off his coat and slid off his shoes, placing his bags on the floor, Mitchie closed the door behind them.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Mitchie asked Shane.

"Erm, no, not at the moment, I just need a drink," Shane flashed a weak smile, which held pain and embarrassment. She lead him to the kitchen, being a few steps in front of Shane the whole length of the track, and Shane couldn't help but watch her perfect hips swaying and swinging side to side, with her top riding up as she walked, making him bite his lip – he began imagining himself making love to her petite frame. He shook the thoughts out of his head, but he never lost them and kept them in the back of his mind for later. She reached up to the cupboard to collect two glasses, and her vest top rose up, revealing her tanned stomach and her hips running down smoothly.

Nate was so lucky. He got everything, the girl, the education, the house, the friends, everything Shane wanted. And right now Shane wanted Mitchie, he wanted to hold her, he wanted to feel her skin against his, he wanted to make her feel amazing, he wanted to hear his name roll of her lips in pleasure.

"Are you sure you don't want to speak about it? It's always good to talk to someone," she shouted while reaching for the cups.

"No, I'm pretty sure," he replied and without thinking, he slowly walked up behind her, and placed his hands on her hips. She turned around looking startled. Taking this advantage, he pinned her hips down, making her gasp in shock.

"What are you doing?" Her breathing became heavy and deep as he inched his face closer to hers. He brushed his lips against her plump red ones, and she let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. Cold, tingly shivers ran down her spine and straight to her core.

"Shane..." She breathed out. He ran his lips over her jaw, whilst she rested her head back on the cupboard for support; her hands gripped the work surface to keep her steady. He gently kissed down her neck, to her shoulder and back up to her lips. "Shane..." She shook her head, knowing she shouldn't make a move or give into his ways.

"Tell me to stop," he spoke over her lips, his words hitting her and making her breathing more erratic. He moved his hands to her shorts and stroked down her thighs, groping her ass making her squirm under his touch. "Tell me to stop Mitchie, and I will," he attached his mouth to her neck once again, leaving a trail of wet kisses, then gently blowing cold air over each of the pieces of skin, making her shiver. His hands, back on her hips, slowly worked up her curves and her top rose with it. He rested his forehead against hers, their lips barely touching. "Mitchie..."

"Please..." Her breathing heavy; he could feel her heart beat against his.

"Please... Don't stop," she smiled against his lips and he smirked at her, their lips meeting in a passionate, heated, needed kiss. Her hands weaved into his hair as he held their hips together. He lifted her up onto the counter, their lips never leaving one an others. He rested between her legs. His hands relocated to her waist, lifting her top off, their lips separated for only a moment. Once her top was off, his eyes locked onto her chest. She wasn't wearing anything underneath it. She was perfect already, but now? Now she was his kinda perfect.

Her arms wrapped around his neck tightly, as she brought her lips to his again. She toyed with the rim of his tshirt, hinting that she wanted it off. He rid himself of it within seconds, and then his lips were drawn to her neck. He had found a spot of pure pleasure for her, there, and he wasn't ready to disconnect himself from it yet. Her head, lulled back onto the cupboard again with a thud. She closed her eyes, letting the feeling take over. Shane's lips worked down her chest, attaching themselves to her breasts. Her eyes shot open in shock and a moan escaped her lips, while his mouth worked one, his hand gently massaged the other, making sure it was an even affair. He took her nipple into his mouth and kissed gently. He swapped around and paid the other breast the same attention, every pleasurable sensation shooting down to her core, she craved for him now, her breathing became untamed, and her heart pounded hard against her chest. He came back up to her lips and kissed her softly, showing his loving side towards her. Mitchie was getting impatient with his slow moves and spoke into the kiss.

"Bedroom... Now."

He smirked against her lips as the kissed and he picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist tightly, so she could support herself. Her lips attached to his neck as he carried her up the stairs. He couldn't concentrate, as he tried as fast as he could to reach the bedroom.

"If you don't stop that we won't make it to the bedroom and I'ma have to christen these stairs."

Mitchie laughed against his skin and the vibrations threw him off. She didn't listen to him and her tongue darted in and out, creating patterns on his neck. He raced up the stairs, Mitchie giggling the whole time. They reached the bedroom and he closed the door behind them with his foot. He lowered her to the floor, her feet unhooking themselves naturally from him; she placed them firmly on the ground, she laced her finger into the belt loops of his jeans and pulled him over to the bed, pushing him onto it. He lay down and she took place on his lap, straddling him, one leg either side of his thighs; his hands rested on her hips and he bit his lip as he looked at the perfect and beautiful girl on top of him.

He finally had her, and he was gonna make her forget about Nate and make her scream his name. Her eyes turned dark brown and he knew she wanted him just as much as he wanted her right now. She ground her hips into his and his body shook with pleasure, she done it again, guessing from his reaction, it was a good move and her mouth re-attached to his neck. His fingers maked marks in her hips, he was sure she would have bruises from as she rubbed their pelvises together. He rolled them over and she squealed in shock, and laughed, looking up at him. He kissed down her chest, down her toned stomach; his tongue played around with her skin and she giggled at the feeling.

His hands hesitated as they hooked onto her shorts. He became nervous. This was the moment he had been waiting for, but now he was scared that he wouldn't satisfy her? Taking a chance, he slid the shorts down her legs, She helped by bending her knees and kicking them off when they reached her toes. He kissed up her calve and the inside of her thigh. His tongue making an appearance every so often, which made her hips jolt forward. He paid the same attention to the other leg, working his way further up. Kissing her hip and biting at the skin there and sucking it knowing it was going to make a mark. But he didn't care. He wanted to mark his territory.

He brought his head back up to hers and she unexpectedly rolled them over, so she was on top again. She kissed him forcefully putting everything she had into the kiss. His hands roamed her body, to every patch of skin possible, then rested on her hips and he pulled them down onto his, creating an unbearable friction. She moaned into the kiss and he returned the gesture. Her fingers fiddled with the button and zip on his jeans, once she had rid of them she worked her way back up his body kissing his abs and running her fingers over his defined muscles.

She once again grounded her hips into his and he threw his head back, closing his eyes in pleasure. He opened his eyes to come face to face her lips center meters apart.

"You're gonna kill me you know that?" Shane spoke in a husky voice. Mitchie smiled and kissed his soft lips.

"It's a good way to die though right?" She barely whispered against his lips.

"Perfect way."

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