S T A T I C
shane/mitchie/nate~

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this one has shane!! yay shane. he's defo my favorite character as of now.

a new oneshot is in the works. ;) more smitchie. hehe.

spam!: go buy luke benward's album "let your love out". fer realz, go do it. that kid is a bomb singer and a total cutie.

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chapter five:
it's always a surprise

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I'm sick on Tuesday, too.

Caity brings me my homework and hugs me and tells me that Peggy Warburton said no and this totally, totally proves that Nate Gray is the king of asshats.

And then she hugs me more, and says she's really sorry. And I'm a great girl that Nate's missing out on.

Why can't I believe her?

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I come back to school on Wednesday and make up a Geometry test that I think I basically failed. The rest of the day is monotonous, boring, and I barely make it to the final bell.

"Hey Mitchie. Where you been? Skipping school?" Shane asks me when I join him after school for a cigarette and small talk.

"Sick," I shrug.

"You look like shit," he notes and pats the stretch of concrete next to him.

"I feel like shit," I respond, sighing deeply as I sit down next to him.

"That was your cue to say, 'Haha Shane you're so funny kiss my ass,'" Shane smiles a little and offers me the cigarette.

I laugh weakly, and wave the cigarette away to let him know I don't want it.

"So, what's up? How did life screw you over this week?"

"How'd you know?"

"I'm psychic?" he tries.

I blink.

"Not funny?"

"Not even a little."

"Damn."

We sit in almost companionable silence for a few minutes before the words spill from my lips. I don't know why I'm telling him, but it's almost like there's no barrier for my words.

"Nate asked someone else to Homecoming," I say softly.

Shane sighs and takes a long drag. "Oh."

"Sorry," I blush profusely and bury my face in my hands.

"Look. Mitchie. Nate likes girls. He likes their attention and whatever and...you know, don't waste your time. He's just fucked up," Shane says and runs a hand through his hair.

I bite my lip. "But -"

"Why do people even like him? He's such a jackass, I swear to God," Shane mutters. "Totally inconsiderate, completely self-centered..."

Tears gather at the corners of my eyes, out of embarrassment and shame. My cheeks burn, bright and hot, as I try to gather what's left of my composure.

"I'm just a little disappointed," I lie.

Because if I'm honest with myself, I know that I'm completely crushed.

"Don't waste your time on him. He doesn't know a damn thing he's doing."

Shane pats my shoulder and then blows out some smoke. The smell makes me gag, and I feel like I'm going to get sick.

"Oh, sorry," Shane says sheepishly. "You want a ride home? It's my turn to have the car, since Jason and Nate had it the first two weeks of this month."

I blanch, and swallow the bile rising in my throat. "I – um – no, th-that's..."

And then I get sick.

Right in front of Shane.

He looks more concerned then grossed out as he helps me stand up. "Let me give you a ride, okay? You can't walk."

I feel too mortified to protest so I just nod feebly and lean against his arm for support as we walk to his car.

It's the same car that Nate and I kissed in, and it makes me feel even more sick to see it again.

"Sorry about the mess. Nate had it last week and I haven't cleaned it out yet," Shane mumbles as he pushes some ESPN magazines, a U.S. Studies book, and a few CDs from the passenger's seat.

"That's okay," I reply and smile weakly at him, "I don't mind."

Shane starts the car and I giggle a little when I hear Taylor Swift coming out of the speakers.

"Hey, don't hate! I like this song! Hell yes I'll be Romeo to her Juliet," Shane grins widely. "Nah, for real, it's just some mixtape some girl gave Jason. The CD thing is jammed so I can't take it out."

"What girl?"

"Dunno. He didn't say. All I know is I've been listening to Taylor Swift, The Maine, and Ne-Yo for freaking ever and I want to shove cotton balls into my ears," Shane sighs.

"Whoever she is, she has good taste."

Then I stare at Shane when the Cuppycake song comes on.

"Jesus," he mutters, flushing slightly as he turns off the volume.

I smile at his expression, and for a minute I'm consumed with thoughts of what it would be like to kiss Shane. Would he hold my waist like Nate? Would he nuzzle my neck and call me Michelle and say, "I have to go. Call me"?

The thought burns my mind. I can see us after Homecoming, me in a sparkly purple dress, and he cups my face in his hands, and grins a little -

"Penny for your thoughts, Torres?"

I blush. "No, um, just thinking about Homecoming."

"Homecoming's kind of a joke. I went with Tess Tyler last year and it was...not an experience I want to repeat," Shane chuckles lowly.

"Oh, so you're not going to Homecoming?"

"Nah, I'll go. But not with Tess Tyler," he clarifies. "Who'd you go with last year?"

I bite my lip until it bleeds. Nate.

"Oh, well."

He clears his throat awkwardly. "Sorry. I didn't know. Nate and I don't talk much. Which way to your house?"

"Left on Cranberry, right on Dalloway," I respond. 'Why...why don't you and Nate talk? I...um, why do you resent him so much?"

Shane looks upset for a minute. "Because...look, Mitchie, until you've lived in my house, you can't really understand I can't really explain. I just wouldn't set your heart on him too much."

And then we're at my house.

I get out of the car and slam the door shut before running into my house. My stomach is churning and my face feels clammy and oh God what the hell am I getting myself into?

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