Mitchie snapped, "What's with you and the girls' bathroom?"

Shane chuckled and placed his finger lightly under Mitchie's chin, tilting her head up, "You're funny. That's also very sexy." He began to kiss her intensely. Mitchie obliged but quickly remembered who it was.

"Shane!"

He released his one hand from the wall and covered her mouth, "Shh. You're gonna get us in trouble." He reentered the kiss and Mitchie didn't go for open-mouth kissing. His one hand slid down to her hip as his other hand slid down to her thigh where his hand was able to touch skin. Mitchie's hands immediately went up to Shane's waist to push him away but her attempt weakened as Shane's hand began to massage in between her thighs increasingly getting closer and closer to her intimate area. She moaned as she felt a wave of butterflies go through her body. Shane took the opportunity to insert his tongue. Mitchie felt like she was melting. Her knees were shaking. Shane must have sensed it because he stopped rubbing Mitchie...she was sad that he stopped but at the same time she was happy because then she wouldn't have to deal with the aftermath of what was happening...but then to her surprise, Shane grabbed her thighs and lifted her up so that her legs were around his waist and her back was firmly planted on the wall. This caused Mitchie's extremely short dress to ride up. Their kisses became more passionate and Shane's lips trailed down Mitchie's neck. Mitchie was surely enjoying this. Even through all the pleasure, she knew better.

Mitchie breathlessy breathed out Shane's name. It didn't stop Shane. She tried one more time but it turned into a moan more than a scold. Mitchie felt a wave of pleasure run through her body causing her fingers to dig into Shane's back as she gasped. Shane had her in his control and he knew it. Unfortunately, they both had significant others that weren't each other. Mitchie continued to moan out Shane's name. Shane continued his doings. Shane moved his lips up to her ear lobe and began to nibble. Mitchie giggled and said, "Stop it, Scott. That tickles... Scott!"

Shane stopped and looked straight into Mitchie's eyes. For what seemed like hours was only a few seconds. He dropped Mitchie and walked out the door without even a glance back at the girl he was just making out with. Mitchie fell to the ground, taking the breath out of her. He left her on the ground with the hem of her short dress around her abdomin.

She screamed his name as he left, "SHANE! Shane!" After a few times, she began to lose hope and her voice trailed off leading her into a crying fit. She slouched down on the dirty bathroom floor and cried; she cried until her mascara had run down her cheeks, until her face was pink, until she couldn't cry anymore.

Mitchie called her boyfriend as she sat on the dirty bathroom floor. Tiredly she answered his questioning 'Hello,' "Hey baby."

"Hey babe. What's up?"

"Oh, nothing. I just wanted to know you were there, that's all."

"Aww baby, you thinkin' 'bout me?"

Mitchie forced a fake laugh before saying, "Yeah, sure, babe."

"What is it? You need a fix?"

"No... I don't need one." Mitchie then asked Scott kiddingly, "Do you need one?"

"Yeah, come over tonight."

Mitchie frowned and quickly said, "No wait, Scott. I was kidding. I wasn't being serious. I don't... Scott? Hello? Scott?" Mitchie snapped her phone shut and rested her forehead in her hands. She shook her head 'no' slowly before getting up off of the bathroom floor. She straightened her dress and fixed her hair and makeup in the mirror before leaving for her next class.

At lunch time, Shane completely ignored Mitchie to a greater degree than he did on his worst days. Everybody was having fun and talking to each other. Mitchie would've been fine if nobody talked to her but of course Audrey would not stop bothering her with constant conversation about the terrible cafeteria food. Oddly enough, the day that Shane was being impossibly worst when it came to acknowledging Mitchie at lunch, the seating arrangement at their table changed. It was Chelsea, Audrey, and Nate on one side. Across from Nate was Alex, beside Alex in front of Audrey was Mitchie, beside Mitchie was none other than Shane who was sitting in front of Chelsea. Miley had skipped out on lunch to meet up with her boyfriend, Andrew.

Enthusiastically, Audrey continued her one-sided conversation with the occasional 'mmhmm' or 'yeah, totally' from Mitchie, "So, like it's so intense because people are so hungry so they are just so rude. Like I don't even know like, why they have to be so rude. And not even that but why are people so like excited to get through the line? It's not like there is actually good food like in the line. And like, it's really like annoying when like you wait for the entire time, like patiently, and there's nothing like good left. Like-"

Mitchie didn't even let Audrey finish her story. Mitchie was so tired of all the 'likes' coming out of Audrey's mouth and she honestly didn't want to hear about the lunch line at this current moment. She slammed her salad dressing covered fork down onto the table causing the lunch trays to jump off the table and land in a clatter gaining looks from all around the cafeteria. Eyes were popping out at her but she only noticed Shane's eyes through her peripheral vision. He just seemed bewildered but then his eyes soften as she saw him shift. The next thing she felt was a hand on her back rubbing it soothingly up and down. Alex patted Mitchie on the leg before continuing her conversation with Nate to make all eyes return to their original events. But every now and then Alex's eyes would dart to check Mitchie's facial expression. Mitchie turned her head completely to the side as she looked at Shane's eyes. His eyes were soothing and they calmed her gradually. She sighed loud enough for Shane to hear but nobody else. She whispered quietly wavering, "Shane." Chelsea stared at them as she noticed something was weird between the two. Shane never cared about Mitchie or at least that's what Chelsea saw. Audrey looked at the two confused as Shane continued to rub Mitchie's back and Mitchie looked at him with distressed eyes that seemed about ready to release tears. Mitchie held back her bangs and with the same hand she rested her forehead in it as she leaned her corresponding elbow on the table. Shane wanted to give Mitchie a hug and he wanted to make those tears disappear and put a smile on her face. But he remembered he's not even supposed to like her. He was about to stop but the look in Mitchie's eyes and his underlying feelings for her kept him trying to assuage her affliction apparent through her eyes. They stayed in that position for the rest of lunch and occasionally a tear would fall from Mitchie's eyes and Shane would wipe it away gently with his thumb belonging to the hand that wasn't rubbing her back. Chelsea stared at them with resentment, after all Shane was her current boy toy. Audrey had went to eating her food silently and staring at Mitchie and Shane like she was taking notes. Nate and Alex were concerned about Mitchie but they didn't want to cause a scene if all she really needed was some time to regain her composure. Both Alex and Nate were glad to see the old Shane and Mitchie relationship, not the crap relationship that had them both at polar ends of the spectrum.

"Scott?" Mitchie screamed his name through the quiet frat house as she walked in. It was eerily quiet. "Scott?" Mitchie walked through the living room dodging all of the red SOLO cups strewn all over the floor. She looked up the staircase and saw the hall light on but she didn't exactly want to go up just yet. It was starting to get dark outside and she couldn't walk home. Home was too far away from where she was now. Tonight Mitchie was sure that Nate and Alex were spending time together. Miley must have been on date night with Andrew because Mitchie didn't hear the usual noises coming from his room. Mitchie pulled her phone out of her purse and flipped it open. She was about to text Audrey as Scott came down the stairs, holding the railing so tight his knuckles turned white.

Mitchie looked up as she heard her boyfriend descend the stairs towards her, "Hey babe. How come you didn't come down when I called you?"

Scott looked at her boredly and kept going down the stairs. He completely bypassed her as he got off the stairs and walked to the kitchen. She followed him a little bit annoyed he didn't respond to her. She stopped in the doorway as she watched him open the refrigerator door, bend down, and grab a beer bottle. He spun around towards her after pushing the refrigerator door close. He hit the bottle cap up against a counter edge causing the cap to fly in a random direction. Scott took a quick swig from the lip of the beer bottle and went back upstairs grabbing Mitchie on the way with his arm hooking her around the neck.

Once they got into his room, he placed his bottle carefully down onto his night stand then he went back to Mitchie who was standing in front of the closed bedroom door. She stared at him strangely as he walked slowly with his arms out in front of him almost as if he was feeling for things around him. He reached Mitchie and slid her purse off of her shoulder and down onto the floor. He took her phone out of her hand and dropped it on the floor beside her purse. He slowly pushed her distressed jet black leather jacket off of her and eyed her up and down. Mitchie still stood and stared at him. Why was her boyfriend acting so strangely? He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her toward the bed. He sat down while she still stood in front of him. She had no intention of having sex with him. Scott began to pull down his baggy jeans. He grabbed his beer bottle and took another swig. He put the bottle down and placed his hands on her shoulders signaling her to go down on her knees. Mitchie stood there still and then a smile appeared on Scott's face.

"Oh, I get it. You want some first before I get any. I get it. Your boyfriend's on the ball."

He quickly switched their positions. Mitchie was on the bed and he was kneeling in front of her in between her legs. Mitchie shook her head fiercely.

"Stop, get up Scott."

Scott grinned, "Playing hard to get? That's okay, I like a girl who plays hard to get."

Mitchie put her hands on his shoulders, "I'm being serious. Get up."

Scott grew angry quickly, "Mitchie! You're such a tease. Now stop joking around and let's get this over with."

Mitchie scoffed, "Get this over with? If you want to do anything with me you had better enjoy it!" She got up almost knocking over Scott in the process. She began to walk over to her purse but Scott got up quickly and grabbed her causing a squeal to escape Mitchie's lips.

Scott said sternly, "Mitchie, the reason you came over tonight was so I could have a good time. And you are going to give me a good time."

Mitchie tried to push his strong grip off from around her waist and through gritted teeth she said, "No, the reason I came over tonight was to spend some quality time with you."

Scott said slimily, "It will be quality time." Then his voice rose with anger, "If you would just stop squirming and undress."

Mitchie was able to get free and she fell on the floor but quickly got up and turned so that she was facing Scott. Slowly backing up towards the door she said, "No. You know how I feel about sex. I don't want it. At least not now."

"Mitchie."

"I told you once. I'm not easy. And I'm not some stupid high school girl conquest."

"Mitchie."

"I'm sure there are enough girls here on campus who are all ready just to jump your bones but I'm not one of them."

"Mitchie! Please just stop. I'm sorry. Okay?"

"I thought only high school boys had problems with their hormones. I guess I was wrong."

"Mitchie... You're not wrong."

Mitchie said in a mocking tone, "Yeah, okay whatever." She pointed a finger at him, "Next time you want to get frisky or you're sexually frustrated, don't expect me to 'give you a fix'. I'm not that kind of girl and you should know that." Mitchie picked up her purse quickly, along with her phone.

"Mitchie, stop."

Mitchie went to open the door but Scott quickly placed a firm hand on the door shutting it, causing Mitchie to be unable to open the door with her strength. "Scott, let go. I want to go home."

He said in a snide voice, "Yeah and who's going to take you home if I don't?"

Mitchie turned around placing her back firmly against the door and trying to stay as far away as possible, what with his body pressed up against hers, "If I'm such a burden, then next time I won't even bother coming."

Scott slammed the door in frustration with his open palm, causing Mitchie to shrink back and blink hard, "Mitchie! How many fucking times do I have to tell you that I'm sorry?"

Mitchie relaxed as he relaxed after a few minutes. Obediently, Mitchie ducked her head and sucked in breath before saying, "Is anybody else home?"

Scott sighed, "No, Mitchie, nobody's home."

Mitchie quietly said, "Okay." She tiptoed up and grabbed his face before crashing her lips into his.

In no time they were on the bed and Scott was on top of Mitchie. She had her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist. He had already pushed her short, body hugging dress up her body stopping right under her chest. He was slowly enjoying the moment of just rocking up and down on top of her. Mitchie could tell that she was going to have irritation down there later what with her sensitive area covered by a measly piece of string and his jean covered pelvis rubbing up and down repeatedly against it.

Mitchie tried to conjure up some conversation, his grunts and her lying there was beginning to become awkward for her, "So... This thong."

Scott continued his actions but replied to her grunting out, "Yeah. Your thong. It's really sexy on you."

"It's like I'm not wearing anything down there."

"So then just skip it."

Mitchie laid quiet. This conversation was really awkward. After about ten minutes, Scott was tiring himself out and he could sense that over that period of time he started and now, Mitchie had grown tense.

Still rocking, still grunting, Scott managed to say, "Mitchie, you want something to drink?"

Mitchie said dazed, "Sure."

Scott sat up and grabbed his bottle handing it over to Mitchie. Mitchie stared at it and looked at Scott, "Do you have anything else?"

"No, Mitchie. It'll help you relax. I can tell you're stressed."

Mitchie shook her head, "I don't really want that."

Persistently, Scott said, "Mitchie just take it. At least try it."

Mitchie shook her head again. Scott tried again, "You'll like it and you'll enjoy this more." He grinded up against her already agitated area. She winced, it already felt like she'd been wearing wet clothes and it caused chafing. Mitchie slowly reached for the bottle and slowly drank it, taking down a generous gulp. She pulled it away and swallowed in disgust. But she pulled it back gingerly and downed the entire thing, well what was left of it anyways. Mitchie had never had alcohol before so she was already feeling a bit woozy. He dropped back down onto her with a wild grin on his face after taking the bottle away from her and placing it back on the night stand.

About half an hour, just below Scott's room, thrashing could be heard. Noises of the oncoming night could be heard accompanied by pleasured moans of Mitchie's name. And as the sun set, so did the young couple's activities that occurred behind closed doors.

xoxoxo

I know it wasn't much but my favorite part was when Mitchie had her mini-break down and Shane was comforting her. I don't know what it was about that specific part. I just liked it a lot :D From this story, what was your favorite part so far?

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