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shane/mitchie/nate~
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nothing to say this chapter. :(
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chapter
four:
i promise to defend
you
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I don't talk to anyone all weekend. Not Caity or Sierra (ew) or Nate (especially not Nate).
Monday morning with Caity is sort of weird. Like in a bad way weird.
"Hey Caity. Did you get my texts?" I ask Caity when I see her on the bus and take a seat next to her.
"Yeah," she nods and yawns, then sets her head on my shoulder tiredly. "I was too lazy to respond. All I did all weekend was sit on my ass, watch crappy TV, and eat potato chips. Pretty ambitious, I know. You're jealous of my motivational skills with a z."
I laugh a little, but see a shiny chain around her neck that I've never seen her wear before.
"Hey, what's this?" I ask her and halfway pull the silver chain from under her neckline.
"Nothing!" she says and immediately pulls away from me. The chain slips from beneath my fingers, and I look at her, surprised.
"Um, sorry," I bite my lip the moment I recover and move away from her.
"I...you're fine," Caity replies apologetically and fixes the chain around her neck. "It's just a chain, Mitch."
I nod, but tears prickle the corners of my eyes. I feel like I did something bad, and I'm getting a slap on the wrist as my punishment.
We don't talk for the rest of the bus ride.
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I feel sick all day. My stomach is churning and knotting and twisting uncomfortably and I have a headache and I feel like falling asleep for the rest of my life.
"You okay? You look really pale," Nate tells me in U.S. History.
I look at him and shrug. "Probably just a little flu bug. I'll be okay."
He smiles at me unsurely, and my heart starts racing at the simple curve of his lips.
Headache, stomachache, heartache.
Ow ow ow. Don't get sick. Don't get sick. Do not. Get. Sick.
I sit perfectly still for a long time, because I'm afraid if I try to talk more I'll get sick.
"Mitchie, can you tell me the answer to number ten on the homework?" my teacher, Mrs. Foley, asks.
I look at her and bite my lip, managing to get out. "The Emancipation Proclamation."
She gets a concerned look on her face and says, "Why don't you go to the nurse's office, Mitchie. We don't want you getting sick."
I nod as she gives me the hall pass. My book bag feels heavy, and my books are so bulky, but I deal as I trudge down the hallway.
It's just my luck to bump into a tall, cute guy as I trudge to the nurse's office.
"Oops, I'm sorry!" he apologizes when we collide, and my books fall to the floor.
I bite my lip. "It's okay. My fault. I wasn't paying attention."
"Aw, no, blame me! I have two left feet," he smiles at me as he helps me father my books once more. "Ooh, cell phone's out? I should turn you in!"
I laugh a little. "I'm sick. Just texting my mom to see if she can come get me."
"Your mom. Right," he continues to play along. "Hey wait, you look familiar! Have I seen you before?"
"Um..."
"Damn. I know I've seen you somewhere," he sighs, then blushes slightly. "Sorry, I'm probably freaking you out right now."
"Just a little," I smile slightly and shrug.
"Sorry. I'll figure it out. Seeya later."
And then he's gone.
Just like that.
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I spend the rest of my day at home, watching bad TV and lying in bed. Mom asks me if she can bring me anything to eat or drink about a thousand times, but I just shake my head.
My phone rings around 3:15, just when school's getting out. It's Caity.
"Oh my flipping God, Mitchie!" she says the moment I pick up.
"Caity?" I croak.
"Holy shit, Mitch, Nate asking Peggy fucking Warburton to Homecoming! What a jackass! She just broke up with her boyfriend! No word on whether she accepted or not, but Nate has some epic karma coming his fail. Jesus. Anyways, no time to talk, just thought I'd let you know what an asshat he is, and how much I love you! Bye!"
She hangs up.
I stare at my phone for a minute, tears starting to prickle the corners of my eyes.
Nate asked out another girl.
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sorry for epic fail shortness. :/ any guesses on who the guy mitchie ran into was? :D
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