A/N: Yay! I'm so happy I was able to get another chapter up this fast! Hopefully I won't be swamped with a ton of homework this weekend so I can keep this up (: thank you again for all the reviews! It means a lot!

It's been three weeks since Mitchie's late night conversation with Shane. She's been trying her hardest to avoid him at all costs, which was quite simple. She just threw herself into her classes, letting it consume her life.

Caitlyn wouldn't stand for this. Yes, she took her school work seriously, but she knew how to balance it all out and still have a social life. "Come out with me tonight." Caitlyn said, closing the textbook Mitchie had her face buried into one Friday night.

"I can't, I have a paper to write." Mitchie mumbled.

"Yes, a paper you've been working on every night this week and that isn't even due for another two weeks." Caitlyn protested. "It wouldn't kill you to go out for one night."

"I need to get this done, Mar, I'm sorry. I promise I'll go out with you another night." Mitchie said, trying to shoo her away and opening the textbook once again.

Caitlyn snatched the book and threw it across the room. "No one is this emotionally invested in school, Mitchie. You're obviously avoiding something." Mitchie looked down at her hands, refusing to meet Caitlyn's eyes. "Did I do something?" Caitlyn asked, hurt lacing her voice.

Mitchie's head shot back up. "No!" She quickly said. "You haven't done anything."

"Then tell me what the hell you're avoiding!" She demanded, sitting on top of the desk.

"I'm not avoiding anything!"

"Come out with me then! You've been cooped up in this dull dorm for far too long!"

"Fine!" Mitchie finally caved. "I'll go, I'll go!" A small smile formed on her lips.

"Yay!" Caitlyn squealed, hoping off the desk. "You won't regret it! Shane is going to be excited you're coming too!"

The smile Mitchie once had dropped. "Shane's coming?" She asked shyly.

"Yeah, of course. He's been asking about you a lot these past few weeks. I think he's kind of into you." Caitlyn teased, wiggling her eyebrows.

Mitchie's face fell more, if that was even possible.

"Whoa, what's with the face? I was just kidding. Well, not about the asking about you part, he really has been." Caitlyn said.

Mitchie didn't want to talk about Shane anymore so she decided to change the subject. "Where were you planning on dragging me out tonight exactly?"

"Well, there's this party across campus that everyone's invited to so I thought we would check that out and if it's lame I thought we could just go to a movie or something else instead."

Mitchie nodded in agreement. "Ok, when are we leaving?"

Caitlyn looked down at her phone in her hand. "Does half an hour work? I told Shane to be here at six."

She nodded again and collected her work, putting it away.

To say Mitchie was less than enthusiastic about going out tonight was an understatement. He had been asking about her and that means he thinks about her, which means he wants to get to know her and that just wasn't going to do.

"Mitchie?" Caitlyn yelled from inside their walk-in closet almost half an hour later.

"Yeah?" Mitchie shouted back.

"Shane is here. Can you let him in? I'll be out in a second. I just need to put on a top."

Mitchie groaned. "Fine!" She said getting off her bed. She quickly opened the door and went back to her bed without saying a word to Shane.

He awkwardly shuffled in and closed the door behind him, not straying far from the doorway. "Hey, Caitlyn." He shouted, knowing she was still in the closet.

"Hey, Shane." She shouted back. "Sorry I'm taking so long, I should be out in a second. Mitchie will keep you company until I come out. Did she tell you that I got her to come out with us?"

Shane glanced over at Mitchie. "No, she didn't. That's great." He said, not taking his eyes off of her. "What made you decide to grace us with your presence?" He asked, now standing at the end of Mitchie's bed.

Mitchie sat up and shrugged. "I don't know. Caitlyn wasn't going to leave me alone if I said no."

"Well, I'm glad you're coming." He offered her a small smile.

She stayed silent and looked down at the ground, wanting desperately to disappear. Why out of all the schools in America did he have to be at this one? Mitchie was starting to think it would have been better for her to stay in her home town. She knew it wasn't too late to change her mind and go back and never have to see Shane again.

Mitchie was lost in her thoughts when she was suddenly disrupted by a dip in the bed next to her. She shot her head up and found Shane now sitting next to her and staring at her intently. "What?" Mitchie asked.

"Do you not like me or something?" His question caught her off guard. "Don't look so surprised." He continued. "Ever since we met you've given me the vibe that you hate me and I can't figure out why."

Mitchie wanted to laugh. He was so oblivious to who she was. "I'm sorry you feel that way." She finally said.

"You aren't denying it."

"What good would it do? You wouldn't believe me if I said I didn't. You seem to have your mind made up."

"Who's ready to party?!" Caitlyn screamed, finally exiting the closet. "Why are you two still sitting? Let's go!" She said heading toward the door.

Mitchie stood up and quickly followed her roommate out the door. Shane sighed, stood up and followed the two girls shortly after, shutting the door behind him.

The party turned out to be exactly what Mitchie needed. The music was loud, there was people everywhere, free food, music, and best of all, Shane was nowhere to be found. She was cutting lose for the first time in years, and she loved every second of it. At least, she thought she was rid of Shane. After a few drinks, Mitchie found herself dancing with who she thought was a random guy. She knew she could be a little crazy when she was drunk, but that didn't stop her from drinking.

Mitchie turned around for the first time since she started dancing with the stranger and almost screamed in horror when she saw it was Shane she had just been grinding against. He was clearly intoxicated as well, because he smiled down at her, making her heart skip a beat, and sloppily pressed his lips against hers. She didn't push him away like she knew she should have, the alcohol's effects had soon taken over her slight moment of realization and they stumbled into a corner of the room and were locked in a heated make-out session. She was going to hate herself in the morning.