A/N: Ok, this is the FINAL one-shot. Hope you enjoy.

Don't Call me Baby by Kreesha Turner

Mitchie sat in shock. She couldn't believe this was happening. Why her? Everything in her life had been perfect, but now Nate had to open his mouth and screw it all up. Shane cheated. Shane cheated? SHANE CHEATED! Nope. No matter how she said it, it made absolutely no sense. It sounded wrong.

She had to wonder though, why Nate would be the one telling her, not Shane. Didn't Shane have a conscience? Why wouldn't he be the one to come clean? Why did Nate always have to be the one to pop her bubble? Just because things didn't work out with Caitlyn doesn't mean he has to go around making everyone else miserable.

She continued to stare at Nate, deaf to any words he may have been saying. His mouth moved but no sound came out. She'd tuned all excess noise out after the initial words yelled in the heat of the moment:

"Why do you love Shane so much? He cheated on you!"

The blood pounded in her ears as she tried to focus. How could he do that? What happened to being pure? The ring on his finger was now a lie. How could he so blatantly disobey that kind of commitment, that kind of promise?

"Mitchie? Mitchie? Are you okay?"

Nate's voice finally broke through the barriers and brought her back to the present.

"Mitchie I am so sorry. I wasn't supposed to say that. I didn't mean to."

"It's fine," she stated numbly. What else could she say? Nate had just ruined any hope of a happy life with Shane that she'd had…

"No. It's not. I just blurted out a secret I was supposed to keep in the middle of an argument. I'm horrible!"

"It's fine," She stated numbly once more, before gears started clicking, "Wait. Did you just say you were keeping it? How long exactly have you been keeping it?"

Nate paled considerably.

"Nate?" her tone was deadly, her eyes fierce.

"Does it really matter?"

"Yes," she hissed through her teeth. "Dammit Nate! Just tell me!"

"Fine. A week."

"A week?" She felt the air whooshing from her lungs all over again. A week? Shane had cheated on her a week ago? And he hadn't told her? Wait. Nate just said he'd been keeping it for a week. How long ago did Shane actually cheat before he felt compelled to share the gory details?

"Mitch? Are you sure you don't need to lay down or anything?"

"No, Nate. What I need to do most right now is find Shane and kill him."

She tried to get up, but Nate forced her back down again.

"Mitchie. Think about it. Calm down. Go see him after you cool off a bit. I wouldn't want you to end up in jail because I slipped and blurted out something I wasn't supposed to, now would I?" he told her lightly, attempting to ease the mood. It didn't work. She glared at him darkly.

"I don't care. The only thing I want right now is Shane's head on a platter. Literally."

"Let's not be hasty Mitchie. How about you call Shane and tell him to come over in an hour or two and yell at him then?"

"Okay. It'll give me time to plan his murder."

"Okay, or we could call him now…" Nate mumbled.

She flipped open her cell phone and pressed Speed Dial 1. She'd have to erase that now…

"Hey babe!" Shane's voice greeted her. Just that greeting alone was enough to send her over the edge. The tears spilled over and she began to cry. "Baby, what's wrong?"

Mitchie swallowed, getting control, "We need to talk. Now."

She could almost see his face. He would be frowning.

"Okay… Are you alright?"

"No. I'm not." And then she did something she'd never done before: She hung up on him. She snapped the phone closed after that sentence and burst into fresh tears. The sound of a key clicking in the lock sent fresh waves of pain through her. She'd gotten up and packed her stuff while she waited for Shane to get back to the apartment. They weren't living together, she sometimes just randomly left stuff at his place whenever she was there.

Shane burst through the door, "Mitch, what's-" he broke off when he took in her tear stained face and the box at her side, "Mitch, what's going on?"

"You thought you could get away with it, didn't you?" She asked emotionlessly.

Shane's eyes widened, "I…uh… don't know what you're talking about…"

"Bullshit."

"Mitchie… I…"

"Don't even try it Shane. You cheated on me, didn't you?!"

"I…" he had no clue what to respond to that.

"Did you sleep with someone else?!"

He finally hung his head, "Yes."

"Why the hell didn't you tell me?"

"Because… I don't know…"

"Why did Nate have to be the one to tell me?!"

"Nate told you?" his head snapped up.

"Yes!"

Shane looked down again, "I'm sorry. I should have told you myself, he shouldn't have had to."

"I'd say! Dammit Shane! Why the hell would you do that?"

"I didn't… I didn't mean to! I was... I was drunk, we were fighting…"

She rolled her eyes, "So every time we fight you go have sex with the first available girl? What happened to the purity ring?"

At this, he looked down at his finger. Before she knew what he was doing, he twisted the ring off, and walked over to her. He grabbed her hand, pulling up so that it was even with his waist. He turned it over so that it was palm up. Dropping the ring into Mitchie's palm, he locked eyes with her.

"It's yours. It's always belonged to you anyways, you keep it."

Mitchie knew exactly what that meant. That ring was symbolic of his love. It was a promise to stay abstinent until marriage (a feat he hadn't accomplished unfortunately), and once he married, he had wanted to give the ring to his lucky bride to show that she was his true love, the one that had his heart.

Mitchie shook her head, "No. I can't take this."

"Why not?"

"Because it isn't true."

"Yes, it is! I love you! I've always loved you, and I always will!"

"No. It isn't true because you've already given this away to someone else. Someone you met in a bar," She said harshly, turning her palm back around and dropping the ring back into his hand.

"No! Mitchie, baby, no!"

"Don't call me that."

"Mitch, don't do this…" He shook his head, looking at me pleadingly.

"I'm not doing anything, you did it all."

"Baby…please… just listen," Shane begged.

'Don't call me that Shane, you lost the privilege of calling me that the second you looked at that blonde whore!'

"Mitchie…please…don't do this!"

Mitchie stayed silent, staring at him coldly.

"Please… I didn't mean it. It was a mistake. I love you!"

"You've got some nerve saying that to me after what you've done!"

"It was an accident! I didn't mean to!"

"How can sleeping with somebody else be an accident? What, did you fall, naked, and she just happened to be lying underneath you, naked, and she broke your fall? No. You made a choice Shane. Now you have to live with it." Tears were falling down Mitchie's cheeks now.

Shane stepped towards her. He tried to grab her hands, but she pulled them away.

"Baby, please! I didn't mean to!"

"No, Shane, you did mean to. You knew exactly what you were doing. And as I told you before, don't call me that. I can't believe I actually trusted you." Mitchie turned away angrily, heading for the door. She picked up the box of her belongings as she went. She didn't even pause as she walked out the door with a last parting remark of: "We're through."

Mitchie ended up at Nate's apartment, which was only a couple of blocks from Shane's. Nate immediately wrapped her in his arms once he saw her mascara-stained cheeks. He let her cry for a long time, doing nothing but stroking her hair.

She finally stopped crying and looked up at him, "Thank you Nate. You're amazing."

Their gaze locked for a good minute, their eyes searching each other's, before Mitchie closed the gap, smashing her lips against his.

Nate pulled away after a second, "Are you sure you want to do this?"

Mitchie's only answer was to kiss him again, although, as it went farther than just kissing, Nate couldn't help but feel like he was doing something wrong, besides breaking his promise…

A/N: so that's it. Thanks to all of my readers, and especially all my reviewers. Much love to you all. So, one last time, please review!