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The girl, who can not be forgiven

Walking into the mess hall, Shane couldn't believe his own eyes. Was that his best friend, laughing? If that wasn't weird enough after all that happened the day before, but he was laughing with his sister. Mitchie! The cause for his misery. For his tears. Looking to his right he expected to see a shocked Nate, but what he saw surprised him more than anything did until that time. It was Nate, smiling, smiling at the view of Jason and Mitchie. What was up with the world today? Was what Shane thought. Was everyone against him? Slowly, Shane walked over to the table, determined to get some answers out of his best friend, before exploding in public. He felt Nate try to hold him back, obviously scared of the look in Shane's dark brown eyes, but nothing could hold him back. He was unstoppable as his heart was broken once again by someone he dearly loved, even if it just was as a friend.

Shane couldn't quite pinpoint what he was feeling at that exact moment. A thousand emotions were running through his body, his veins, his pulse starting to speed up. He felt the betrayal, the rage, hurt, but most of all, he felt the anger. He was angry at Mitchie, as well as Jason. What did they think they were doing? It was crazy.

His strut was slow but focused as he came closer to the table with each step. Less than a minute later, he was standing there, waiting for Jason and Mitchie to notice him.

Smiling, Jason slowly turned around, since his back was facing Shane, wanting to find out what Mitchie was staring at with such a terrified yet compassionate look. Noticing his friends presence, his grin stretched even wider across his face, oblivious to the rage coursing through Shane's body with every breath he took.

"Hey, dude." He said, still smiling. "Guess what? I was just catching up with Mitch. You won't believe what happened these past years that we've been missing out on."

That we've been missing out on. Those words where booming through Shane's head as soon as they left Jason's mouth. What the hell was Jason talking about? It's not as if they left her, it was the other way around.

Beside Shane, Nate was slowly walking up, not having heard what Jason had said and not catching the vibe that was going off from Shane.

"So, you're good?" Nate asked, directed at Mitchie and Jason.
Jason looked at his sister, wanting her to answer, but the brunette was looking at the ground, avoiding anyone's gaze at that moment, an unreadable expression showing on her face. "Hell yes we are, Nate. I've missed my sister." Jason answered instead of Mitchie, high-fiving Nate, who immediately sat down beside his band mate, practically brother.

"So, tell me, Mitch. What you've been doing this past time? We've sure missed a lot." Nate stated smiling, stealing a fry of off Mitchie's plate.

Mumbling, Shane shook his head. "And whose fault is that?"

Suddenly, the mood was changing, Shane's vibe crashing down on all of them, crushing Mitchie in the process.

She hated to see him that way, but she hated even more that she was the cause of his misery. Yes, she knew indeed, but what was there possibly to do? Apologize? No chance. Even if she got Shane to listen to her, this wasn't a matter you could apologize about and just move on. In this case there had to be done something drastic. Before drowning in her own thoughts she was pulled back into reality by her brother speaking.

"What's the matter with you lately, Shane?" Jason asked him confused, not catching the warning look, both Nate and Mitchie shot him.

"What's the matter with me? What's the matter with me? You're seriously asking me that?" Shane was blowing up and he knew it, but he needed to vent and this was the time and place to do so, even with the occasional campers strolling by and listening in on their conversation. "You can't be serious, Jason." But before Shane could go on or Jason jump into his angry ramble, Nate spoke up.

"Guys, this isn't the place to sort this out, with everyone overhearing." Nate was standing up by that time, stepping forward.

"I don't fucking care who hears this. If Jason is stupid enough to trust her again. Then fine, but I'm not. Don't expect me to be around her and act as if nothing happened. Don't expect me to forget what she has done. She almost broke us, our friendship. But partly, she succeeded, she broke our dream. Even if never spoken aloud, she is the reason, why we never took a step into the music industry. She is the reason why we stayed here at camp. She is the reason for a hundred sleepless nights, a hundred sad songs. I can never forgive her. Forgive her and you'll never get to speak to me again, Jason. I'll never talk to you again, if you just get back to how it was, ignoring her part in our misery. She hasn't even realized what she had done by leaving."

Pausing, Shane was halfway breathless and Jason was standing up, angry.

"Don't you dare talk about my sister that way, Shane." Jason was saying. "She is not and was never at fault."

Mitchie, watching the two boys fight in front of her and because of her was tearing up, standing up and slowly walking around the table, to the side of her brother.

"Don't fight, because of me. Shane is right. I can not be forgiven, even if I want to be. What I did was bad. I'm not worth the fighting, Jason. Shane has been your best friend for years, don't give that all up because of someone who can not make you happy. I'll leave again at some point. You and I both know that. Maybe we should just give up and save ourselves the heartbreak. I'm not selfish enough to let you ruin the best thing you ever got, because of me. I'm not worth it. I shattered you and you should be angry at me for doing so, not forgive me." Speaking her final words, her voice was cracking, indicating that she was crying.

Something was flashing through Shane's eyes at those words, spoken by the little brunette, he once loved. There was something that he hadn't felt for years. A feeling he had almost forgotten.
Maybe he was wrong. Maybe Mitchie deserved to be forgiven, maybe, just maybe, everything could go back to how it was, but before he could hold onto it the feeling was gone and his body was, once again, taken over by anger. The always present feeling in him since Mitchie left and broke them all.

With one last glance he turned around, wanting to leave the mess hall again, but having one last thing to say.

"You have to choose, Jason. Me or her, you can't have us both."

A/N:

There is no excuse as to why I haven't updated this story for three months. You won't ever know how sorry I am, but I tried writing, but it just never turned out the way I wanted it to be.

So, today after a long day and an 3 hour biology exam, I came home, in the mood to write and that's what came out of it ...

I personally think that this is crap, but at least it's something!

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