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

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I SUCK AT UPDATING. akjdaoghbebgleljhbn;;!!~

lol. and this chapter is just epic fail. so you guys can totally kill me if you want.

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chapter six:
hate me today

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Homecoming isn't for another two weeks.

Caity wants me to help her pick out a dress, even though I can already picture it.

A lime green dress with striped bright yellow and blue leggings and hot pink high top Converse. She'll curl her hair and tie it into a side ponytail, and it'll look so wonderfully tacky that everyone will love it.

"I don't know, Caity. It's kind of early," I sigh and pull my knees to my chest.

"Will you stop being such a drip and go shopping with me?"

I smile sheepishly.

She pouts.

We burst into uncontrollable laughter.

"Why were we laughing?" I say, giggling still.

"Hell if I know," she shrugs, smiling brightly. "So, you get asked yet?"

I shrug. "A freshman in my Study Hall, Patrick White, Dean Modina, and this junior in Art Club. No one I really like."

Caity nods. "Wyckoff is so limited. Seriously, I might just throw in the towel and go gay."

I remind her of her "curious" stage over the summer.

She blushes a little and smacks my arm.

Caity spent part of the summer at a leadership camp. She and another girl there kissed. When she first told me, I was a little surprised.

But it's Caity.

She says that she'll always be open. And somehow I don't doubt that.

"That was one, Mitchie Liz!" she cries. "I didn't even like it! Jesus!"

"I know, I know, Caity. Has Jason Gray asked you out yet?"

"No," she shrugs, but the way she starts to play with the chain around her neck seems a little suspicious.

The bottom half of the chain is obscured by her bright yellow tunic, and I desperately want to reach out and yank it off her neck. But what kind of best friend would that make me? Is seeing the chain like opening Pandora's box?

"Caity, what's on that chain?" I ask.

She looks down at the chain, and plays with it more. "A clasp?" she tries, grinning slightly.

"Caitlyn, come on!" I pout a little, using her full name.

She frowns. "Maybe it's none of your business, Mitchie."

Caity never frowns.

I feel awkward and frustrated and weird. Why won't she tell me? I'm supposed to be her best friend.

"Sorry," I mumble.

She just rolls her eyes and walks out of my room. No warning, no words of goodbye. Just leaves.

I feeel upset.

Maybe Hangnails will have some words of wisdom.

My browser takes too long to load, and my fingers tremble in anticipation.

I get there.

WE'RE SORRY. THIS USER HAS CLOSED THEIR ACCOUNT.

Tears form in my eyes.

I don't have Caity.

I don't have Nate.

And now I don't have Hangnails.

I sit in my room and cry for a while.

I think I deserve it.

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FAILFAILFAILFAILFAIL.

THAT'S WHAT THIS CHICK IS.

plz review with more than "so sad/cute/iewty34ytjn2y;;!!" or "i loved it" or "U ARE A HORRIBLE WRITER," thanks.