Chapter 2
No freaking way. Mitchie glared hard at the boy now sitting in her seat. She smiled, walking over to his all sweet like. She whispered in the girl's ear that was sitting next to him. The girl walked away looking pretty scared. Mitchie slid into the seat as she flipped her hair. "Hm. You know…I'm not attached to a seat or anything…but…that's MY seat," she said nicely. Shane just scoffed, put his feet up on the table, leaned back so the two back legs of the chair were the only ones on the floor, and continued flipping through his magazine. "Okay…Shane…I love that chair. I had my first kiss in that chair. I sat in that chair when I got my first A. I sat in that chair since I was a freshman. And I am going to sit in that chair today when class starts, compendia?"
Shane set down his magazine, smiled at her, and got up. Mitchie was taken back but smiled. "Thank y-and now I'm on the floor." She glared hard up at Shane as he cracked up laughing. Apparently, he pulled the chair from under her. This was not something she liked. He must die. Mitchie got up, her sweet smile spread across her face. His laughing ceased as he raised an eyebrow. Shane coughed.
"So…?" And then it happened. Shane blushed a bright shade of red as he hurried to pull up his pants. Mitchie crossed her arms, smiling wickedly. He was practically glowering with hate. They both walked close to each other. So close, they could have been touching noses. Quietly, and filled with anger, the two both growled a,
"I hate you." And turned to sit down as the teacher walked in.
A/N: okay. I'm sorry this is short. Really! But I had to post something because I've decided to make a new chapter to each of my stories. So yeah. That's a lot of chapters. I mean…a lot…so yeah…my bad. ):