A/N: Here it finally is! I'm sorry this took me so long! School has started up again and I've been trying really hard to stay on top of that and figure everything out! I like this chapter, I don't know why haha but I hope you all like it too (: thank you for all the reviews! And you can follow me on Twitter NBT_202 (: you don't have to but it would be nice! Sorry for the long authors note!
Getting out of Caitlyn's car the smell of raw fish was strong. They walked into the small restaurant and Caitlyn immediately stopped her friend. She grabbed Mitchie by the wrist and proceeded to drag her to the bar, sitting her down at the stool to the right of her. "Hey, Shane!" Caitlyn said giving him a quick hug. Mitchie ignored their greeting and ordered herself a coke. "Shane, this is my roommate, Mitchie." Caitlyn smiled, moving so that they could see each other. "And, Caitlyn, this is my best friend, Shane."
Mitchie tried her hardest to keep a frown from forming on her lips. Her paranoia had turned out to be true. There he was; the reason she locked her heart away and replaced it with an empty shell. "Hi, Shane." Mitchie plastered on a fake smile and just pretended she didn't know him and that nothing was wrong. "It's nice to meet you."
"It's nice to meet you too, Mitchie." Shane said, holding out his hand.
Mitchie took her hand back as quickly as she put it in his, not wanting to feel the touch of his skin against her.
Nothing more was said between the two for the rest of the night, not that Mitchie was complaining. It was better than explaining to Caitlyn why she would have clawed Shane's eyes out. "Thank you for dinner, Mar." Mitchie said as Caitlyn opened their dorm door.
"It was my pleasure. I'm glad we could go out; and I'm glad you could meet Shane. We should all do it again soon."
Mitchie nodded her head in agreement, pretending to be interested. "That sounds great." She lied.
That night, Mitchie dreamed about the day Shane left her. "What are we doing all the way out here?" Mitchie asked, turning to Shane. "I thought you said you wanted to talk." She crossed her arms over her chest.
"I can't do this anymore, Mitchie." Shane spoke softly.
Her jaw clenched. "You brought me all the way out here just to break up with me? Seriously?" She said disgusted.
Shane nodded.
She couldn't believe what was happening. He had every right to break up with her, yes, it sucked, but he didn't need to take her into the middle of nowhere to do it. "I can't believe you, Shane. We've been together for two years and not only are you dumping me out of the blue, but you dragged me ten miles out of town to do it like you're disposing a dead body." She tried to sound angry, but failed and her pain came across strong.
Shane looked pained himself. "It doesn't matter why I brought you here. All that matters is I'm saying it to your face. You should just be happy I didn't do this over the phone or text. Don't girls hate that kind of shit?"
Mitchie slapped him across the face, tears rolling down her cheeks. "If you're going to be this way about it I would have rather had it be over the phone, you jerk."
He reached over and opened the passenger side door, undid her seat belt and shoved Mitchie. "Get out." He said lowly.
"You can't leave me like this!" She screamed.
"It's over, Mitchie!" He screamed out the passenger side window.
"You're really going to just leave me out here? In the middle of nowhere?"
"Have a nice life, Mitchie."
Mitchie woke up drenched in sweat and breathing heavily, Shane's final words stuck on repeat in her head. She looked over at the clock and saw that it was still the middle of the night. Knowing she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, she quietly got out of bed, pulled on a jacket and flip flips and walked out of the dorm room.
Whenever Mitchie had nightmares, which was more common than she would like, whether they were about Shane or not, she found that getting out of bed and taking a walk outside always helped her calm down and eventually, depending on how long she was out, fall back asleep. So far, her walk wasn't helping. She was still hearing Shane's voice and it hurt her. She had spent so long locking herself away and pretending he didn't exist anymore that seeing his face again brought up all of her unwanted feelings.
Giving up on walking, she found a bench, sat down and put her face in her hands. "Are you alright?" She heard a voice say softly, causing her head to shoot up. She wasn't surprised to see that the voice belonged to Shane.
"Oh, hi, Mitchie, right?" He smiled politely. "We met at dinner." He continued, thinking that I didn't remember him.
Half of her was grateful he didn't remember her and the other half of her was offended and hurt. "Yeah, hi." She smiled weakly.
"What are you doing out here?" He asked smiling and pulling out his phone to look at the time. "At four o'clock in the morning?"
Mitchie shrugged. "I had a nightmare and being outside helps sometimes."
Shane's smile faded and dropped his head and played with his hands. Mitchie wasn't sure what she said to cause the sudden change in his behavior, but she was sure that she didn't want to break the silence. "I used to know someone who got terrible nightmares and she also said that walking around helped her forget them and fall back asleep." He smiled a little. "I used to stay wake up with her and stay with her until she fell asleep again."
Mitchie felt water start to form in her eyes, remembering all the late nights they shared and falling back into a peaceful sleep in his arms. "What happened to her?" She asked, her voice starting to shake.
This caught Shane's attention, making him look up and see a slowly breaking Mitchie. He just stared into Mitchie's watery eyes. "I abandon her." He finally whispered.
"Why?" Mitchie quickly responded. This had been the first time she'd let herself feel this much in three years; and now that she's started she doesn't think it will be easy to stop again.
Shane just shook his head. "We were talking about you so enough about me. There's plenty of time to get to know me, but right now I want to get to know you, Mitchie." He smiled, placing one of his hands over hers.
Little did he know that the girl he was sitting next to was one he used to know like the back of his hand.