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shane xo mitchie xo nate

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:) hi. i haven't updated in a while, and feel like a bitch for it and yeah. thanks to my friend contagiouschemi, aka the fabulous KIRSTY, i'm writing this story again.

hope you like it. and stuff.

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chapter thirteen:
these sick little games

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It's Homecoming, and I'm sitting at home with a tub of Reese's Cup ice cream watching The Notebook in the dark. Feeling bad for myself isn't helping anything, but I can hardly look in the mirror much less get ready for some stupid school dance.

My dog is curled up beside me, and in the midst of me idly cuddling up to her, my phone rings loudly. Love Story by Taylor Swift. The one Shane picked out. I ignore it and continue to watch Noah and Allie mouthfuck each other on screen in the rain.

The phone rings again.

And again.

And again.

Finally, I get mad and grab my phone in a haste. "Leave me alone!" I scream in annoyance at no one in particular. Bella gets scared and cowers underneath a blanket. I breathe deeply.

4 NEW TXT MSGS: caity.

Caitlyn knew my plans for tonight. She didn't approve exactly (her exact words were, "What the hell, Mitchie, go get your man!"). But she said if I wanted to stay home and pout then she wouldn't bother me.

mitchie, call me asap!!!

seriously, girlfriend, pick up your phone.

PICK UP YOUR FUCKIN PHONE, MITCHIE LIZ.

:( please, baby? for me?

I sniffle through my tears and smile a little, because even when she's being serious she's hopelessly ridiculous. I press the "send call" button and hold my phone to my ear.

"Oh sweet mother of God, Mitchie," Caitlyn says, her voice high-pitched and squeaky. "Get your ass down to the school right now. Some shit's about to hit the fan. I'm serious."

"No, Caity. You know I don't want to face Nate."

Saying his name makes me feel nauseous. I don't know what I'm going to do about him. Or Shane. I'm such a flake.

"Michelle Elizabeth Torres. I'm sending Jason for you. You literally have no choice."

And then she hangs up and I'm left with my jaw hanging open. Is this seriously happening?

I guess I stand for a while, because it seems like two seconds later when I hear the Jason's car. I have no choice but to go, so I get in the car.

"Hey, Mitchie. No time to explain, but it's nice to see you!" Jason kisses my cheek. Like he always does. He's too nice for words.

My house is painfully close to the school, meaning I could have walked there in like five minutes, but it must be really important if Caity's sending a car for me.

"Hey, you took a wrong turn," I say when Jason takes a road that doesn't lead to the school.

Jason shrugs. "We'll get there."

We end up at the Gray's house.

Shane's sitting on the front porch smoking a cigarette with one hand pressed to his face. He looks miserable. "Fix him."

My eyes well up with tears to see Shane in so much pain. "What do I do?"

"You figure it out."

And then Jason drives away and I'm left standing on the Gray's driveway looking like a tool. I walk up to the porch painfully slowly and tap on Shane's shoulder.

He looks up.

"Go away," Shane hisses in a whisper.

I sit next to him. "I wasn't using you. I swear I wasn't. I like you. A lot. And I didn't want to go to the Homecoming with Nate. I wanted to go with you. And I'm sorry I was too much of a coward to yes to you. And I'm sorry I'm a flake, and you deserve way better than me. And also, I miss you a lot and I want to be your friend again. And...and that's it."

Words fly out of my mouth. I hope they sound sincere.

Shane looks at me and offers me the cigarette. "I'm sorry I'm a jealous asshole."

"I'm sorry I'm afraid of my feelings."

"I'm sorry you're sorry that you're afraid of your feelings."

With each apology, our faces come closer. He crushes the cigarette to the concrete of the porch.

"Are you gonna kiss me?" I whisper hopefully.

"Shut up and find out."

Shane leans in and presses his lips to mine hotly. I can barely register what's going on, but all at once his hands are on my face and I'm in his lap and we're kissing like we'll never see each other again. His tongue invades my mouth and my hands slide across the small of his back and when we finally pull away and our cheeks are flushed and our hands are still on each other, all I can think is one thing.

"I think I love you."

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:) SMITCHIE. except with a cliffhanger.
i know.
damn you, katie. you tease.

please review with more than "so cute" or "ud soon" pleeeease :)