This one's a little short, but I don't care. lol It's still decent. I hope. Enjoy.

Chapter 6

Mitchie was frozen in her place when it registered that Shane was kissing her. Why the hell was he kissing her? Didn't he have a fucking girlfriend? Even if he was planning on breaking up with her, but still. Not that Mitchie really gave a shit, it's not like his girlfriend didn't deserve it. Mitchie knew she had to pull away, it would be the right thing to do. But when had she ever been the type of person who did the right thing? And his lips felt so soft and so good against hers. But she had to figure out what was going on in his head or else it would be bugging the shit out of her.

She placed her hands on his shoulders and gently pushed him back, disconnecting their lips. "Shane..." She whispered, looking him in the eye, trying to figure out what he was thinking.

He frowned when she pushed him away, the pain of rejection showing on his face. "I'm sorry...I-" But he didn't finish, and Mitchie watched as he shook his head. "I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry." He tried to turn and leave, but Mitchie quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"Shane, wait a second, I just want to know what's going on." She kept a grip on his arm, trying to keep him from moving away again. Her lips still felt the pressure of his, and she was doing everything in her power not to just jump him right there. She wanted to, damn it did she want to, but she had to know what was going on. Why he was doing it now.

"I don't...I don't know. I just couldn't wait any longer."

"Couldn't wait any longer for what?"

"To kiss you!" He blushed and then looked away. "I don't know what's gotten into me. I was perfectly fine with Rachel, or at least I thought I was, and then you come along, and then all of a sudden I start thinking about breaking up with Rachel, and then what it would be like to kiss you. I don't know what it is about you! Jesus, you haven't even been here that long, and I'm telling you all this stuff, I just couldn't take it anymore." He sighed and finally looked at her, an apology lingering in his eyes. "I'm sorry, I'll just go." He muttered, disheartened.

"Shane, wait." Mitchie stopped, once again pulling him back before he turned and tried to leave again. When he began to say something else, Mitchie stopped him by grabbing his face between her hands and pulling his lips down to hers. There was no way she couldn't not kiss him, not after the way it felt the first time, and his words only added on to her want to feel his lips against her own.

He immediately melted into her, wrapping his arms around her waist and dragging her body closer to his.

Mitchie had never wanted a kiss so badly in her life. And it was better than she ever thought it could be. It was slow, and intense, and he tasted so good. Not like any other guys she had ever kissed who only tasted like drugs and alcohol. She wondered what she tasted like to him right then and then realized that it was probably better not to ask.

He had to have liked it though, because he began kissing her harder and faster, and holding on to her as tightly as he could without hurting her. Like he was in desperate need of her, like he wanted her more than he could stand.

It was certainly how she felt, that was for sure. When she felt his tongue probing her lips, she let him, taking in every bit of him that she could. He let out a small, desperate moan, and before she realized what was really happening around her, he was gently nudging her backwards in the direction of her bed.

Pulling away from him, she crawled back onto her bed before grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him down on top of her where their lips once again reconnected. Her hands moved from the collar of his shirt to his hair where she gripped in a desperate attempt to keep his lips on hers at all times.

"Shane," She gasped when they were forced to pull apart because their lungs couldn't take the lack of oxygen anymore. Shane hadn't had enough though. Nowhere near enough, and he tried to get more by moving his lips down her jaw line and to her neck where he nipped and sucked and did everything he possibly could to taste as much of her as he could.

"God, Mitchie," He groaned against her skin as his hands roamed desperately over her body. He wanted her. It was ridiculous how much wanted her.

Mitchie's need and desire was getting more and more intense, to the point where her brain was hardly able to function. She didn't want to stop. Didn't think she could. But she had to. This was too fast. Too much all at once.

"Shane," She moaned when he felt his hand slip under her tank top to rest against her skin. "Shane, wait. Stop." He did stop, reluctantly, but he stopped. When he did Mitchie almost regretted it. But it was the right thing to do. "Shane we can't do this. Not now."

Shane, still panting and trying to get his lungs the air that they desperately needed, he removed his face from the crook of her neck so he could look her in the eye. "Why? What's wrong?"

"We can't do this, not now. Shane, you still have Rachel."

"But I'm gonna-"

"Break up with her, I know. But still, Shane. This is just a little too fast."

He sighed, but nodded his head. He knew she was right, wished she wasn't, but he knew they couldn't continue. Yet. "Yeah. I guess you're right." He shook his head and pushed himself off of her, with great difficulty because that was the last thing he wanted to do. "I guess I should go then." He muttered.

She panicked, not wanting him to leave. "You can stay here if you want." Mitchie offered quickly. If he left she knew there was no way in hell that she'd ever get back to sleep again. She wanted him with her, even if all they would be doing was sleeping.

"Really?" He asked, unsure. Unsure if he could go through the night without touching her in the ways that he so desperately craved.

Mitchie nodded and grabbed his hand to pull him back down. He obliged and laid down beside her. She surprised him by curling up into him, resting her head in the crook of his neck and her body leaning against his.

"You'll probably have to wake up early to avoid your mom. I'm sure she wouldn't be too happy finding us like this."

He chuckled. "Probably not. That's okay, I'll risk it." Mitchie smiled and focused on how much warmer it was laying next to him. How comfortable and safe she felt. She had never felt that way before. It was a foreign feeling, but it was definitely something she could gladly get used to. She hoped Shane was thinking the same thing.

She found it still wasn't all that easy getting to sleep with him next to her, but that may just be because she wanted to kiss him senseless. But when she did manage to fall asleep, she slept deeply and comfortably.

When she woke again, she noticed that the time was nearly four-thirty in the morning, which was obviously not an ideal time for her to be awake, but she couldn't find herself complaining because she could feel herself all tangled up with Shane.

"Are you awake?" She heard his voice whisper, in case she wasn't.

"Yeah." She said and moved her head so her chin was resting on his shoulder and she was able to look at him. He stared at her quietly for a moment before moving his hand and pushing a strand of hair behind her ear before moving his hand to the back of her neck and pulling her up towards him so he could kiss her.

She smiled and pulled away from him, but before she could say anything, noises from the kitchen downstairs could be heard and Mitchie frowned. "Shit." She said, realizing that someone was up, which meant that Shane would have to leave to go back to his own room before someone found them.

"Mom likes to get up early. The hell if I know why." He chuckled and began to wiggle out of the bed and away from Mitchie, who sighed, not ready for him to leave. "You should go back to sleep," He told her. "I'd hate for you to be cranky during school." She could tell he was teasing and she grinned and shook her head.

"Oh please, they'll be lucky if cranky is all they get out of me." Shane chuckled and leaned down one more time to peck her lips. "We'll do something after you get home." He promised and leaned down to peck her lips one more time before finally leaving her room.

Mitchie huffed and fell back onto her bed. It had been a weird night. She had always thought that Shane was attractive, and she wouldn't mind kissing him. But after it actually happened, it was much more than she had ever expected. Just thinking that sounded stupid to her, but it was true. She had no idea one guy could affect her so much, but here she was, her mind fucking blown after the night she had. Of course now she had no idea what came next. After she first hooked up with Brian, all of a sudden she pretty much belonged to him. There was no official thing, she was just with him and that was it. But she didn't know how it was going to go with Shane. Hopefully it would be figured out soon, because she was sure as hell going to drive herself crazy waiting for something, anything.

By the time she had managed to get back to sleep, it was practically already time for her to wake up again. After she got herself dressed and ready, she made her way downstairs where breakfast was already on the table. Shane was down there today. He must have had a late class or something, not that she cared, she was just glad he was there. He glanced up from his plate and sent her a small, secret smile that only she was able to decipher, thankfully. The last thing she needed was Denise finding out about what happened between her and Shane and then banning her from letting anything more happen between them. That would just suck, and she knew she couldn't let that happen.

She sat down at her usual spot at the kitchen table and immediately began eating the food that had been set in front of her. All through breakfast conversation went back and forth, which even Mitchie let herself in on a few things. But the whole time she and Shane kept sending each other looks, that thankfully no one else at the table caught onto.

"So, Shane, do you and Rachel have any plans to do anything?" Mitchie immediately tensed at the question, and she warily looked at Shane to see his reaction. He was looking down at his plate, avoiding eye contact.

"Um...actually, probably not anything...for awhile." His family gave him an odd look, and he just continued to stare down at his plate.

"Shane, is something going on with you and Rachel?" Denise asked suspiciously.

Shane sighed and finally nodded his head, sparing Mitchie a soft look. "Um, yeah. I'm probably gonna break up with her today."

Today? He was gonna break up with her today? Well that was even better than what Mitchie was going for. She had hoped, of course, but she had no idea what he planned to do when it came to what he was going to about Rachel.

"What?" Denise asked, shocked. "Why? I thought you guys were doing so well together." Really? Could she not see what happened at dinner the other night?

"Um, yeah. Not really. Things have been kinda off for awhile."

Denise eyed Shane. "Is there another girl?" She asked, and Shane's eyes widened and Mitchie nearly choked on the food she had just put into her mouth. Shit, was all she could think. Did Denise know something? Already? No way in hell.

"W-What makes you say that?" Shane asked, cautiously, not wanting to give anything away. He glanced nervously over at Mitchie, who bit her lip.

Denise sighed. "I don't know. I just thought you two were doing great, of course, I guess I can't always tell." Shane and Mitchie both released a breath of relief, thankful that Denise didn't push the subject the any farther.

"Mitchie, Nate, you two better finish up. You don't wanna be late for school."

"Oh yeah, I'd hate for that to happen." Mitchie commented sarcastically, gaining a playful glare from Denise and a grin from Shane.

During school, Mitchie had another run in with Tess, not that it was all that surprising. She was the new girl. Which meant that Tess needed to teach her how things went at that school and who was in charge. It was all a bunch of bullshit to Mitchie, and knew that Tess was just a bitch with an oversized ego. She was also thin as a twig, and Mitchie would have no problem snapping her in two.

"New girl, you're in my seat." They were in fourth period history, and Mitchie had somehow managed to get their early. The past few days she had seen Tess in that seat, and thought it would be fun to test if she actually thought she owned it.

"Sucks for you." Was all that Mitchie said, not bothering to look up at the blond.

"I'm gonna make this absolutely clear." Tess sneered, making Mitchie smirk. Bring it on, bitch was all she thought. "You stay out of my way, and I won't publicly ruin you at this school."

"Is that the best you got?" Mitchie laughed. "Does it look like I give a shit about what people at this stupid school think? No one's gonna give a fuck after graduation. You're wasting your time."

She could practically feel the anger radiating off of Tess, and it just made Mitchie even more amused.

"You're done at this school." She spat before stalking off to a different seat, as far away from Mitchie as possible. Mitchie had to do everything not to just bust out laughing. That was the weakest excuse for a threat in the world. It was absolutely fucking hilarious. She was gonna have to make a habit of pissing Tess off, if it was always going to be this much fun.

Shane wasn't there when she got home, so she figured he still had some classes or something. Figured she might as well get some homework done, considering Denise had been on her ass about doing it. It sucked having to do it, but it gave her something to do while waiting for Shane to get home. She hadn't been doing terrible in school, but obviously if she put more effort into it, she'd be doing better than she was. She just didn't see the need. School was pointless. She didn't know what she was going to do after she graduated, but she sure as hell wasn't going to college. She was sick of school, which was why she always made sure to ditch while she can. Not that she'd ever be able to get away with it in Jersey, but it had been a habit of hers back in Baltimore.

She had never thought about what she wanted to be career wise. She never thought she'd make it far enough through life to actually try and think of something. Did she have that chance now? Was she gonna be able to control where her life went? It was a scary and relieving thought. She didn't have to end up like her mom. She could actually do something with her life. It was very appealing. But could she? After where her life was just over a week ago, did she have the chance to make something of herself? It still sounded fucking ridiculous to her, but it was obviously a possibility. As long as she never ended up back where she was. She would do anything to not go back to the way her life was. She liked it here, and it was worth fighting to stay.

Especially if she had Shane.

She was in the middle of doing her stupid physics homework when her phone went off. She had to fight back a grin, hoping and praying that it was Shane calling her, telling her that he was gonna pick her up so they could do something. But when she looked at the caller id, her heart sank viciously to her toes. Brian.

Shit.

With a sigh and a small, nervous gulp, she answered. "Hello?"

"Babe," She flinched. "Why the hell did you hang up on me the other night?" He demanded.

"Brian, I told you, I'm not going back to Baltimore." She hated having to tell him again. Because she knew he wasn't going to take it well. He never did. Especially when it came to her not being with him and not wanting to be with him. She wanted Shane, and though she couldn't tell Brian that, he would have to deal with the fact that she was staying exactly where she was.

"Why the hell not, Mitch? What's so special about where you are?"

"I have people that actually care about me here, Brian!" She snapped, she wasn't going to start taking crap from him. Especially if he started insulting her for not wanting to go back to Baltimore. It was her decision, and her life, and she was tired of it being put on the line every fucking night.

"I care about you!" He snapped back, sounding angry. "Where the hell are you? I'll come get you." Mitchie shut her eyes and shook her head. She couldn't deal with this. Didn't want to deal with this. She wanting nothing to do with her life that was back in Baltimore. For the first time, she felt like she was home, and she didn't want Brian to ruin that.

"Brian, I don't want you to come get me. I don't know how many times I have to say it. I like where I am! I'm not going back to Baltimore, and you are not going to come and drag me back!" And with that, she slammed her phone shut before throwing it on the floor. She was tired of being haunted by her past. She wanted to get away from it. As far away from it as she possibly could. She never wanted to go back to that apartment, back to her drug addict mother, or her ex-boyfriends gang. She didn't want to get shot in any more turf wars or drive-bys. She just wanted a normal life, filled with normal people who actually gave a shit about her. About her feelings, about her safety.

Sighing, she slammed her physics textbook closed and put her head in her hands. She had only been with the Gray's for a little while, but already her life was changing drastically for the better. She wasn't so scared anymore. She was happy. She was comfortable. And she had the possibility of having Shane.

She just hoped Brian never found out about Shane, or about where she was. She knew he would be pissed. And it was never good when Brian was pissed, because that always meant revenge on whoever did him wrong. Mitchie just hoped she didn't get in the way of that. Because then she wouldn't stand a chance if Brian and his gang turned on her. And then she'd put everyone in danger.

Almost wasn't able to get this one done in time. lol I've kinda got a cold and it seems to have blocked off my brain. lol So leave reviews and make me feel better. Peace.