A/N: Hmm...not exactly sure how I feel about this chapter. What do you think?
Just as she had predicted the night before, Mitchie hated herself. She woke up in a random bed, fully clothed, but cuddled up to Shane. She looked around the strange room and noticed that there were multiple people on the floor, all still asleep. Then, Shane started to shift, waking up.
Mitchie didn't want to still be there when he woke up so she shuffled out of the bed as fast as she could. "Leaving so soon?" Shane sat up, rubbing his eyes. She continued to ignore him. He sighed heavily and got out of the bed, making his way over to her. "Are you just going to ignore me now?"
Mitchie rubbed her throbbing temples and turned to Shane. "What would you like me to say? Would you like me to lie to you and say that last night was great and I want to see you again?"
"Why do you think I'm such a terrible person? You don't even know me!" Shane said defensively.
She scoffed. "You really don't remember me do you?"
"I just met you a few weeks ago." He said confused.
"You are an idiot." Mitchie shook her head. "You've known me since I was eleven and we dated for two years back in Texas."
Mitchie could almost see the wheels tuning in his head as he slowly started to register who she was. Satisfied with his reaction, she turned on her heal and walked out of the dorm. She wasn't sure what was going to happen now, not that it should bother her, but she did know that she wasn't going to be able to hide this from Caitlyn much longer.
After wondering around the campus all day, Mitchie finally decided to face the music and go back to her dorm room. Caitlyn was pacing the room back and forth when she arrived back. "Cat?" Mitchie asked timidly.
Caitlyn's head shot up and she glared at Mitchie. "Where the hell have you been?!" she shouted. "I thought something terrible had happened to you! I was about ready to call the police!"
Mitchie bowed her head. "I'm sorry. I should have come back sooner. I just wanted to walk off my hangover." She lied.
"What happened to you last night?" Caitlyn's voice softened.
Mitchie took a deep breath before speaking. "There's something I need to tell you that I should have said sooner."
Caitlyn looked worried. "What is it?" She asked after a moment.
Mitchie's heart was beating so fast she thought it was going to burst through her chest. "ShaneandIusedtodate." She slurred quickly together.
"What?" Caitlyn asked confused. "Could you say that again? But slower this time?"
"Shane and I used to date back in Texas." She said slowly this time.
Caitlyn's eyes widened, looking like she had just seen a ghost. "No," She said taking a step forward. "You're the Mitchie?"
Mitchie arched her eyebrows in confusion. "You know about me?"
Caitlyn nodded her head profusely. "I can't believe it's really you." She said in awe. "Shane wouldn't tell me much about you but he always sounded so sad whenever I brought you up. He kept a picture of you in his desk drawer. I found it one day and he ripped it out of my hands and told me not to bring it up again. Maybe you can explain to me exactly what happened to make him so jumpy at the mention of you. Did you break his heart or something?" She asked, sounding bitter.
Mitchie let out a bitter laugh. "No, I didn't break his heart it was the other way around." Caitlyn frowned and then arched her eyebrows. "He broke up with me and then left me in the middle of nowhere." She said, tears coming to her eyes, but not letting them fall. "He didn't even give me an explanation, he just left and that was the last time anyone saw him. I'm guessing that was when he moved to California."
"He just left you?" Caitlyn asked shocked. "And that was the last time you saw him? Until I brought him with us to dinner that first night?"
"He didn't even recognize me." This time Mitchie was whispering.
"Are you serious? This boy has been in love with you since I've met him and he stares at your picture every day as far as I know. What do you mean he didn't recognize you?" Caitlyn practically demanded.
"I mean that I had to tell him this morning who I was and I haven't talked to him since. For all I know he still doesn't understand and frankly, I don't care. I'm never seeing him again. I almost liked it better when he didn't remember me. It made everything less painful."
"Don't you want to know why he did what he did? Hasn't it been bothering you all these years? If I were you I would be demanding an explanation."
"It was three years ago, Caitlyn. The day he left I swore to myself that I was done with him and everything that had to do with him." Mitchie sighed. "I left Texas to get away from him for good and even though I failed miserably by finding out he goes to the same collage as me I'm still going to forget about him. He has no more reason to try and be in my life." She added firmly.
"He's not going to give up on you, you know. In the time I've known him, when he wants something he doesn't give up, and I know he's going to want you to talk to him again."
"I'm going back out for a walk." Mitchie sighed, for what felt like the hundredth time since she returned to her dorm, and walked to the door. "I would still like for us to be friends, but if you can't respect my wishes about Shane then I think you're going to need to find a new roommate."
Mitchie knew she was being overdramatic, but that's what Shane's breaking her heart had done to her. Though, as she was walking around again she did let her mind wonder to what Caitlyn had been saying. For the first time in three years, she was considering giving Shane the chance to explain himself. What was the harm in getting an explanation? Before she knew what she was doing she found herself at his dorm room door. She felt confident in what she was doing. This is what she needed. This is why they ended up at the same school together with the same mutual friend, so that Mitchie could get the closure she had been trying so desperately to ignore.
"Mitchie, hi." Shane said surprised when he opened the door. "I'm glad you're here I-"
"Why did you do it?" She interrupted.