AN: Sorry if you find mistakes, I didn't have the energy to proof read this chaper!
Warning: This chapter might get naughty ;)
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Chapter 7 - The Other Side Of Town
"Shane Gray." I muttered while typing each letter of this horrible name into the Google search bar. "Over five thousand results."
"Have fun." Torres giggled while patting the top my head. She walked away from the computer desk and over to her bed. You know, there's no word that descibe the feeling you get when you're actually inside her room. The walls are a gentle blue color and the floor is this really soft, fluffy stuff that you can squish your toes in to. Her bed is big enough for two, something I noticed right away, but seems like every other bed. It's got two fluffy pillows on each side and green sheets.
I sighed and focused on the first link. I clicked it but it was just some news story about a Shane Gray in Alabama killing a big deer or something. The next on was about a Shane Gray doctor in Washington. And the one after that was a Shane Gray in Brazil. The next one was a myspace for a Shane Gray who was a seventy-two year old magician.
I was starting to think that this might take awhile...
"What's his middle name?" I asked, breaking the peaceful quiet. I looked over my shoulder to see what she was doing. She was just sitting on her bed reading some book, figures.
"Uh...I think it's Adam." She replied, not even looking up from her book. I hate to say it, because I'm still a little pissed at her, but she looks so cute when she's reading.
"Shane Adam Gray." I muttered while typing in every single letter with a hard purpose. I clicked the search button and then the first link that popped up, not getting my hopes up for anything good. But my eyes opened wide when I realized what kind of site I was on. "Oh my freakin god."
"What?" I heard Torres ask from across the room. I leaned back in my chair and just stared with wide eyes at the screen. I heard her get up and walk up behind me. I heard her gasp and cover her mouth with her hand.
"What did you go to?!" She asked, taking control of the mouse and pressing the back button. The screen showed the list of links again. I looked at the one I'd clicked and then the caption under it.
"Shane Adam Gray, my newest catch. He's a singer/song writer from the U.S. and a hot one at that. We picked him up at a bar not far away from our usual club spot." The caption ended. I couldn't help but smile a little bit. Shane Adam Gray, pornstar.
"How could he?" She breathed, her hand back over her mouth as the shock began to were off some.
"I hate to defend him, but it says they picked him up at a bar. He was probably drunk." I confessed, a little confused why I'm helping the enemy.
"Yeah, that's it." She exhaled for a long time with relief and I started to think maybe she was going to watch the video, but she just went up to the little X in the red box at the corner of the screen and got rid of it all.
"You're not gonna..." I trailed off, not wanting to really say it out loud.
"Watch it? No, Caitlyn, I'm not going to watch it." She replied while standing up and crossing her arms like she was pissed.
"Are you even going to see if it was him?" I asked, still wondering why I'm helping the stupid idiot of an enemy. "All we saw was a picture of two people going at it."
She paced for a second before letting out a frustrated sigh and sitting next to me again. She placed a shaky hand on the mouse and opened a new internet. She typed in the name again and the links came back. She hesitated the cursor over the first link.
"Maybe you should leave the room." She suggested, her eyes on the link.
"You can't kick me out." I wanted to smile at the sudden teacher authority she had. "I found it. Besides, this is a really messed up situation. What kind of a..." I was going to say girlfriend but stopped myself. "What kind of a friend would I be if I just left you hanging?"
"You have to be over eighteen, besides this is disgusting enough as it is." She tried to convince me.
"Just click the link." I whispered while leaning closer to her. I moved my hand so that it was on top of hers on her leg. She wrapped her fingers around it and gripped tight.
It was in slow motion, I swear. She clicked the link and the page popped back up. The site was some German crap but clearly had porn-ish relations. The sad thing is that a completely naked (and hot) girl was in the middle of the screen and a guy (that was clearly Shane Adam Gray) was giving her a fun time.
The worst part is that even though this is an emotionally terrible thing for the girl sitting next to me, I'm so turned on.
"It's him." Her voice was a whisper. I glanced at her eyes and tried to follow where they were looking. Was she staring at Shane's naked butt? Or was she staring at the hot German girl? I had the strongest urge to know which one.
"I can't believe this." She whispered, her eyes dropping down to her lap, then to our hands. "I just can't believe he'd let this happen."
"Just like you said...people change." I know that must suck to hear, but I couldn't stop from saying it. At least it was a more polite way of saying, I told you so!
She didn't say anything, she just kept staring at our hands that still held on to each other. I tried to keep my eyes on her and not the naked girl on the screen. But it was so damn hard.
"You like it." The words flowed out of my mouth and a smirk followed them. Her eyes locked on to mine and her head tilted to the side as I recognized that fire in her eyes.
"What?" She asked, confused at my statement that couldn't be any more clear.
"You like it." I smirked while nodding towards the screen. Her eyes went to it and stayed even though it was suppose to be just a glance. "You like looking at a naked girl, don't you?"
Her eyes didn't move but I could feel her hand shake and see her lips tremble.
"It's not a bad thing. I'm right there with you." I confessed and she looked back at me. "But if you want...we could get off this site, and make all those dirty thoughts in your mind come to life."
"What makes you think I like it?" She asked, the shrink tone on. Fine, you wanna play hard ball? Caitlyn Gellar can beat you at anything.
"Because that's the look every girl gets when see realizes that all she wants to do is a kiss another girl. All she can think about it touching other girls, looking at them, checking them out...that's the look." I smirked.
"I..." As soon as she started to talk I planted my lips firmly on hers. I pulled back and stared at her.
"There's only three ways you can take care of that problem you've got in your pants." I smirked as the redest blush ever came to her cheeks. "One, you sit here and watch porno with your hand in your pants. Two, you go to the bathroom and pretty much just do what you would've down for choice number one. Or three...you kiss me and we take this party to the bed."
Hook, line, and sinker.
"Caitlyn..." She whispered before softly kissing my lips. She pulled back centimeters and with her eyes still closed she whispered my name again.
"Is this your way of picking number three?" I asked hopefully, a smirk on my face as I admired how beautiful she was like this.
"No." She breathed and opened her eyes. I imagined that while her eyes had been closed she was thinking about what it would have been like to pick option three.
"But it was a good try." I smiled and thankfully she did too.
"Yeah, well I think we've had enough of this excitement." She sighed while slowly turning to face the computer screen again. She clicked the little X in the corner and the naked people went away. We sat there for a few a minutes in silence. Only the quiet hum of the computer to keep us company.
"Why not number three?" I asked her and she turned to look at me again with a smile. I tried to make it sound like a serious question but my smirk got the best of me again.
"Because I'm not going to have sex with a student." She said clearly, like it had been rehearsed.
"I won't tell." I smiled.
"I could never do that though." She bit down on her bottom lip and stared off to the side.
"What? Have sex with a student? Or with a girl?" I questioned, my smile going away as the room suddenly got serious.
She didn't say anything at first as she thought it over.
"I would never have sex with a student." She repeated.
"That's not the only thing I asked you." I told her, wanting my other answer even if it wasn't the one I wanted to hear. She looked back over at me for a second then back off in space.
"I don't know. Like I've said before, this is all new to me. I don't really know what to do or...how...or anything about it." She seemed to get all shy. I was about to tell her to just go with flow or some crap like that, when a thought occured to me.
"You're a...virgin right?" I asked her. She didn't respond. "You're a virgin."
"Abstinence has always been something I believe..." I didn't let her finish as a smile came to my face.
"Yeah, like that excuse will get you any where." I wanted to laugh, but that'd mean. "Just...it's not scary...and whatever it is you're afraid of...well, just...what are you afraid of?"
"The entire idea of having sex." She confessed and the same little blush came to her cheeks.
"You have nothing to be scared of." I smiled and placed my hand on her arm. She looked straight at me again. "Besides, I would never hurt you."
"Can't you just accept the fact that I don't want to do that?" She asked, but the pretty sparkle was still in her eyes to show that she wasn't totally pissed off.
"Okay." I tried to hide my smile. "But this doesn't mean I won't give up."
She smiled.
"I think it's time we got out of this house." She declared while standing up and walking towards the door. I followed and watched as she slipped on her shoes and grabbed her cute little purse. She pulled out the keys while I yanked on my converses and together we walked out of the house. She locked the door behind us and into her crap car we went.
"Where to now skipper?" I asked while pulling on the seat belt.
"Well, I have some running around town I have to do. You get to pick where you want to stay while I'm out doing that." She laughed while backing out of the driveway and onto the empty street. She drove for a little bit while I thought of a place to go.
"First I have to go get my crap from home. Then I have to get my backpack out of Lola's car." I announced as she pulled out onto the busy highway towards downtown.
"What street am I going to?" She asked as we passed the rival school. I realized then that Torres lives on the other side of the city. That's why I was so lost when she was driving to her house and that poetry place.
"Over by our school." I answered while staring down the rival school and it's ugly colors. "It's a few blocks away. And I can just walk to Lola's from there."
"You sure? I could drive you." She offered while pulling off the highway and into town.
"No, the sooner you get your stuff done the better." I sighed while counting the seconds until she talked again.
"Left or right?" She asked me once we passed the school.
"Left." I replied. It was quiet again.
"Left or right?" She asked as we stopped at a street sign.
"Right." I told her.
"How much farther?" She asked.
"Couple minutes." I told her as the good side of town started to fade and the good ole messed up side came into veiw. "You should probably lock the doors now."
She kept driving and we passed all my favorite places to hang out. Billy's Food, a smelly fast food place that's been closed down for a few years. We sneak around back sometimes to smoke something.
The park. The slides are rusty, the swings are hanging off their chains, and the tire swing is completely gone. We hang out there a lot.
Miss Opal's Beauty Salon. We hang around the back with the kids that dropped out of school. We don't normally go there because all the hookers are inside the salon looking for targets like us.
"Are we getting close?" Torres asked after we'd been drving for five minutes straight.
"Yeah, just turn down this road." I told her while pointing up ahead to the right. "Then just go a little further until you see the apartment buildings. The house is right behind them."
"Are you sure you just want to be dropped off?" She asked as a group of thug-ish boys ran across the street in front of us.
"This is my side of town." I smiled at how nervous she was. "I can take care of myself. As strange as it is, these are my people."
"But..." She was about to protest but I cut her off.
"We're here."
She stopped the car on the side of the road in front of the ugliest building in the world. Broken windows, chipped paint, three billion locks on every door...it's just another day in paradise for me.
"You're sure you'll be okay?" She asked as I opened the door and slid out.
"Yes, I'm sure. And if you want to check up on me or something I put my number into your cell phone when you weren't looking." I smiled at her.
"Okay, but don't talk to strangers." She laughed while nervously looking around.
"Just go do whatever you gotta do. I'll be fine." I giggled and shut the door. I could feel her eyes on me as I walked to the apartment buildings and then over to the alley next to them. I walked down it and listened for the sound of the tires on the old road. She was finally gone.
I sighed and realized that I might have to actually see my parents. God hates me.
I walked slowly, and quietly, out of the alley and across the back road to a crappy house that I used to call home. Right outside the back door was a garbage bag. I pulled it open and some of my stuff was in it. I sighed and peaked in a window. No sign of movement.
I pondered whether it was safe to go in or not and decided to just screw everything and climb in the window like I used to whenever I didn't want them to see me. I walked around the side and stopped in front of a window. I pushed it open, since my bedroom window doesn't have a lock, and slipped inside.
The room was just like I'd left it, only a little more messy. The bare walls were cold and the door was closed. I swallowed hard and fought off all the memories that this room brought back to me. I went straight to work.
First I grabbed a garbage back that was sitting over the broken TV that sat in the corner of my room. I started stuffing as many clothes as I could in to it. I found my heart locket necklace that my grandmother had given to me before she died. I put it in my pocket and reached for more clothes.
My heart stopped as I heard loud, heavy footsteps.
"I told you that stupid jackass you call a brother wasn't gonna give us any money." I heard my father yell at my mother. Her footsteps were lighter then his.
"He's in jail, what did you expect?" She asked him as the sound of him falling into his recliner boomed through the house. For some reason I was frozen.
"Whatever." I heard him growl as the football game came on the living room TV. I heard my mom's footsteps get louder so I started stuffing more clothes into the bag as fast as humanly possible. I tossed it out the window and was about to follow it but the door opened and my sobbing mother ran in. She shut the door and turned around, all I could do was stare.
Her eyes grew wide and her mouth fell open. She quickly wiped away the tears on her cheeks and walked towards me. For a second I thought she was going to smack me, or yell, or rat me out to dad who would do much worse things to me.
But she just stared at me. Then, out of nowhere, she opened her arms and hugged me. I hugged her back, shocked that I was getting even this little amount of love from her.
"I'm so sorry." She whispered into my ear. "I'm sorry I've been such a bad mom to you all these years. I'm sorry I never got you that guitar you always asked for. I'm sorry I didn't pay attention to you more. I'm sorry."
"Why are telling me all this?" I asked her as she cried against my shoulder. It was quiet for a few minutes and I started to wonder if she'd gone crazy or something.
"Because seeing you here...it's just the feeling every mom gets when she realizes that she's loosing her baby. You're moving out. For good this time. I don't want you to go but it's for the best." She confessed while leaning back and looking at me. "I might never get to see you again."
"Mom..." I felt a few tears run down my cheeks. She wiped them away and smiled gently at me.
"You're so beautiful." She smiled as more tears fell from her eyes. "I never got the chance to really look at you."
"I've been with you for 16 years, mom." A sad laugh escaped me.
"I'm so sorry, Caitlyn. I wish things could change." She gave me a sad smile.
"What things?" I asked.
"Well...for one I wish I'd been more of a mom to you. I wish your father would've been nicer too. I wish you hadn't let him catch you kissing that girl. That's all he talks about any more." She frowned.
"Sorry. I know most of the things you fight about are because of me." I teared up again.
"No, honey, no." She pulled me into a hug. "We fight because your father has some little anger issues. That's just him though. And I love him."
"But why? He treats us both like crap." I wanted to punch something. Who could love that man?
"Love's a funny thing, Caitlyn." She said quietly. "It can find you in strange places and strange times. I found your father when I needed him and he helped me through a lot. I never realized I needed someone so much until he showed up in my life."
"Why did you need him? What was wrong?" I asked her. Anyone would be better then him. Hell, a stump with twigs for arms would be better.
"Honey, I was pregnant." She whispered into my ear. The shock nearly knocked me out.
"What?" I asked, my mouth dry and my head dizzy. She sighed and sat down on the edge of my bed that had no sheets on it. I sat next to her and she held on to my hands and more tears fell.
"I never told him that you weren't his." She quietly told me, glancing at the door. "And I couldn't tell you because you might tell him when you two were fighting."
"Then who's my dad?" I asked her. Not sure whether to be extremely happy or depressed.
"He was my high school boyfriend. We were having some trouble and I cheated on him with Frank." She whispered, using my ex-father's real name. "His name was Jerry Smith. I loved him with all my heart and to this day I still do."
"How'd you end up with...him?" I asked, stopping myself from saying dad.
"Jerry found out that I cheated on him with Frank and he dumped me. I found out after that I was pregnant with Jerry's baby and I went in to a depression. I loved Jerry and wished that I'd never met Frank. But Frank was there for me when I told him I was going to have a baby. I never told Jerry, because he was off to some fancy college before I had the chance to. I haven't seen him since the day we broke up. But anyways, I told Frank about the baby and he thought it was his. I let him believe it because he was so happy. I don't know what happened since then." She confessed.
"Jerry Smith." I muttered. "Does he live around here?"
"I heard from an old friend a few years ago that he was back. Living over in the rich side of town." She told me. "I've wanted to go find him for years."
"Let's do it." I suggested, standing up. She seemed tempted, but looked back at the door. She slowly stood up and looked me straight in the eyes. She teared up and smiled slightly at me.
"Honey...I can't leave Frank. He's all I have. I still love Jerry, but...that was a different life. Frank is my husband. I love him." She cried.
"Mom..." I wanted her to come with me. I finally found the mom I always loved. The one that Frank didn't mess up. "...you still look beautiful. We could find this Jerry guy and...who knows, maybe you could get to talking."
"Caitlyn, as much as that fairy tale sounds good...I can't leave Frank." She cried. We stopped talking as the sound of heavy footsteps bounced off the walls. "Hurry." She pushed me towards the window and I hopped out. She pulled me in to one last hug through it.
"I'll miss you." She whispered to me.
"This isn't it, mom. I'll see you again. I promise." I told her while pulling out of the hug and collecting my garbage bags.
"Just tell me that you're staying some where safe." She looked at me in a mom way.
"Yes...I actually met someone new. I'm staying with them. It's the safest place I can be right now." I told her.
"Who is he?" She asked while getting ready to shut the window.
"She is an amazing person, mom. You have nothing to worry about. I'll prove it to you the next time I see you." I smiled.
"Okay, Caitlyn, just be safe." She smiled too. "I love you."
All time stopped. All I could hear was those three words ringing in my mind. I love you. I don't even remember the last time I heard her say that. And I don't think I've ever heard Frank say those words.
"I love you, mom." I replied as tears fell from my burning eyes. She smiled sadly and shut the window. I waited a few seconds before my feet moved on their own. I walked out into the open again and wiped the tears. I breathed in and exhaled slowly. I looked back at the house one last time.
"I'll be back." I whispered as the words replayed in my mind. I love you.
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AN: So to clear it up, Caitlyn's real father is Jerry Smith who is her mom's ex-boyfriend from high school and he lives in their city over in the nice side (the same side Mitchie lives on). Frank is her step-dad and the reason he's so mean is because he's just an ass like that. XD Caitlyn's mom isn't a bad person, she just took out her anger on Caitlyn all those years because she couldn't yell back at Frank.
Soooooo, Caitlyn's home life is starting to come back into the story. Next we'll see Lola and Sander again plus we'll find out more on Jerry Smith plus the Shane & Mitchie "date".
Bad Shane :P