A/N: Ahh! I'm so glad I could finally get this up! I had it all typed and up and what not like early morning yesterday but then all of the sudden I decided to have a social life/school work but here it is and I've even started working on the next part so hopefully it will be up tomorrow or the next day. Enjoy! (: I'm sorry if this chapter isn't very good either!
Shane and Mitchie sat awkwardly in his dorm room, not knowing exactly what to say. Mitchie was desperately trying to hold on to the confidence that got her to this point in the first place, but with every moment that past it faded. It took everything in her not to sprint out the door, without looking back and going back home. That would be the easy thing to do, but honestly, she didn't want to run anymore. She was happy here, despite the fact that he was there as well. "Are you going to answer me anytime soon or am I just wasting more of my time on you?" Mitchie said finally breaking the silence.
Shane sighed. "I don't know what to say to you, Mitchie. I honestly didn't think I was ever going to see you again."
"Trust me, I didn't think I would ever see you again either. In fact, I had been counting on it when I moved here."
"I'm sorry." He mumbled. "What I did to you was wrong of me."
"I didn't come here for an apology, I came for an explanation. It's the least you could do."
"You do deserve an explanation but honestly, I can't give you one that's going to be good enough for you." Shane said standing up.
"Just give me the fucking truth for once!" Mitchie shouted. "All I want is the truth! You make it sound like I'm asking you to make up something just to make me feel better! I just want to know why!"
"You want the truth?!" He shouted back. "Here's the truth, I'm a dick! I left you there because I didn't know how to else to handle it!"
"Handle what?! You didn't need to dump me there just to end our relationship! Did you really think I would react so bad that you needed to do what you did to protect your selfish self?!" This would be the part in a cartoon where steam would come out of her ears because she was so angry. All she wanted was an explanation and he was clearly avoiding it. "I thought you knew me better than that back then."
"In the moment I thought it was the right thing to do. I thought that by making you hate me it would be easier to leave you."
That's when it clicked. How could she have been so stupid? He did it because he was moving. "You are a dick." Mitchie spat, standing from her seat and marching over to the door, about to swing it open.
Before she could get much further, Shane took a hold of her wrist and spun her back around. "That's it?" He asked softly. "You're just going to walk out?"
"You abandon me because you were moving?" She responded coolly. "It was that hard to tell me that you took the easy way out?"
Shane's grip on her wrist tightened slightly. "I was only sixteen, Mitchie. I was scared and in love. If you're so smart, what would you have done?"
"I would have had to balls to say that it was over and left it at that. I wouldn't have gone through all the trouble to ditch you in the middle of nowhere so I could make a cheap and easy get away without any further explanation that much I can tell you."
Shane was at a loss for words. The girl that was standing in front of him wasn't the same sweet innocent girl he had once known. It made him start to think about exactly what he had done to her. Was it his fault she was so guarded? "Now, could you please release my wrist? I'd like to leave now."
He stayed silent, pulling Mitchie closer to him. "Can I please make it up to you?" He whispered.
Mitchie shook her head profusely. "No, you don't get to do this." She said trying to pull away from his grip. "You don't get to do this to me after three years. This part of my life is over."
Shane wouldn't loosen his grip. He kept it tight enough so that he could keep Mitchie where she stood but not enough to hurt her. "I can't let you walk away." He started. "I promised myself that if I ever saw you again I would make things right."
Mitchie finally broke out of his grip and glared at him. "And I promised myself I would never have to see you again but look how that turned out. Promises are meant to be broken. I hate you, Shane Baker." She spat.
"If you really hated me you wouldn't have let me kiss you last night." He smirked.
"I was drunk you idiot." She rolled her eyes.
"You knew exactly what you were doing and you knew it. I saw the look of realization in your eyes when you turned around and saw it was me you were dancing with."
"Maybe I did, but it was the alcohol taking over. If I had been sober I would have kneed you in the balls without hesitation."
"Did I really do this to you?" He asked seriously. "Did my leaving you really have this much of an effect?"
"Don't flatter yourself, Shane. Being left that way could mess up anyone, especially when you loved that person more than you should have and you find out they didn't really love you back."
Mitchie just wanted to be done with Shane and move on. Standing there, in front of him, made her feel like a fool. She hated the part of her that did in fact enjoy the drunken kiss they shared the night before. She was starting to think that that part of her was never going to go away.
"You honestly believe I didn't love you?"
Mitchie just stayed silent.
Shane was dumbfounded. He couldn't believe Mitchie went on thinking he never loved her, when in reality he thought he was the one who loved her too much.