Internet Girl
Summary- She was his best kept secret. He didn't plan on sharing her with the world. She was his Internet Girl. AU- Smitchie story.
Chapter 7- A Case of Green Eyes
The student body had different opinions about Mitchie. Some, most of the guys, were clearly enjoying the 'new' Mitchie. If you had been a mind reader, quite a few of them would be thinking inappropriate thoughts about her. Others, such as the girls, disapproved of her new look. Some just didn't really give a care whether she came to school dressed as a darker person, or as a 3 year old.
As Mitchie strolled behind Caitlyn, her heels loudly clicked with each step. Guys that she passed scanned her up and down, while others even 'wolf whistled' for her. Much to Shane's surprise, her expression was clear to read. She actually liked this type of attention. She wore a satisfied smirk as others joined in to hit on her.
Shane's eyes followed Mitchie as she took a seat next to Caitlyn. He could tell Sierra known all along as she hugged her friend and high-fived her. Several of the boys, along with Shane, continued to stare at her, though Mitchie pretended not to notice.
"What a joke." Tess Tyler's sugar coated voice stated, followed by a cruel giggle. No one, not even her two friends, Peggy Dupree and Ella Tan, joined in. They were still a bit surprised. Nonetheless, Mitchie ignored Tess's presence and returned to awing the AP Mandarin boys.
"Shane?" Nate's voice broke Shane's thoughts as he returned to reality. "You didn't apologize did you?"
The raven haired boy looked at his two staring friend's and sheepishly grinned. "I did too! Just....not directly...or mentally." He muttered the last two words, though his both Nate and Jason heard him.
"Shane!" They both angrily exclaimed in unison.
"What?!"
Nate sighed, rubbing his temple with his pointer and middle finger. "You were supposed to listen to me and apologize." He groaned. Jason on the other hand shook his head with disapproval.
"Shame on you Shane. I give you permission to hang your head in shame."
Shane gave him a look, one that seemed to be saying 'Are you serious man!?'. Jason rolled his eyes and returned to his meal. For the rest of the lunch period, neither of the guys said anything. Nate was busy grumbling to himself of how Shane was 'an inconsiderate jerk that never listened to his parents when it came to respect girls.' Jason was simply entertaining himself with his food and then by his guitar, which he was brave enough to bring to lunch. After all, it could be a useful weapon if there was a food fight. Shane on the other hand continued to stare at Mitchie's back, while slowly force feeding himself without knowing.
When the bell rung, the guys had already dumped their trays, so with all of their belongings, the three of them made their way towards their favorite class of the day- Vocal Music, which was taught by Shane's uncle Brown. While they walked through the busy and crowded hallway, Jason was entertaining his friends, as well as random bystanders in the hallway, with his amazing guitar skills. This time, he was playing another one of their collectively written songs- When You Look Me in the Eyes.
By the time they reached the class room, many of the students had already arrived, including Tess and her best friends. When Shane was in view, she quickly flailed her arms, attempting to grab his attention. Shane's eyes widened, but nonetheless, he waved weakly and decided to sit as far away from her, with Jason and Nate following close behind.
The three of them finished singing, or in Jason's case playing, When You Look Me in the Eyes. They all, in unison, nearly fell out of their seats when a loud clap applause was heard. Directly in front of Shane, Tess Tyler, along with Ella and Peggy, managed to sneak up on them while they were distracted.
"Oh Em Gee that was so fantabulous!" Tess Tyler exclaimed as she sat down in the chair in front of Shane. Peggy and Ella, mostly Ella, both nodded in agreement, each taking their respective stand on Tess's side. The three weakly thanked the girls.
"It was so amazing!" Ella exclaimed. Tess turned around and glared at her friend. "I just said that" She snapped. Ella immediately backed off. She said nothing and just looked down. Peggy gave her a reassuring smile, also placing her hand on her Asian friend's shoulder. The boys gave her an apologetic look, all which went unnoticed by Tess.
"You should totally play some more!" Tess said, leaning closer to Shane with every word. Her eyes were fluttering, as if it were attractive. "Maybe you could come by my house after school?" She suggested mostly to Shane, who was already freaked out as it was.
"N-no thanks!" Shane said, holding up both hands in defense. "We're going to Nate's house to clean his dog!"
Tess sat upright, a pout plastering her face. "Are you sure you can't even come by for a minute?" She said, her voice practically begging. Jason and Nate glanced at each other with matching confused expression. Should they help? Or leave Shane in the dust?
"Yeah. He hasn't been cleaned since yesterday!" Jason exclaimed, along with a faking jaw drop. Tess and Ella covered their mouths in shock. Peggy was of course smart enough to know that it wasn't a big deal or even real.
"And he just gets dirty so quick." Nate added melodramatically.
Tess glanced at Nate, giving him a disgusted expression. "Like, you didn't touch him today did you?" She asked, scrunching up her noise.
Nate proudly smiled. "All three of us did." He stated.
The blonde shuddered. "You guys might want to take a shower before showing up to school." From behind, Ella quickly nodded in agreement. "And before you show up to my house." With a quick good-bye, the three girls left the dumbfounded boys.
Jason was the first to finally speak up. "So we're going to her house?" He asked confused.
His two friends gave him a look that exclaimed 'No!' Jason smiled weakly. "So I guess we're cleaning the puppy?" Both Shane and Nate held a tight smile, nodding slowly.
When the bell rung, few of the students were in the classroom. This was a usual routine anyways. The teacher, Brown Cessario, never cared if his students were a few minutes late. He usually was anyways. If the principal or any of the other administrators of the school came, the students usually covered for him, using the excuse that Brown was in the bathroom. Surprisingly though, Barron and Sander, along with their female friend Lola Scott, arrived before Brown himself did.
The students chatted amongst themselves. On the other hand, Barron and Sander were beat boxing and dancing, while Andy was drumming on the seat next to him with a pair of drumsticks. Some of the students were even dancing in their seats, all staying in tempo. Without a notice, Brown entered the classroom, amused that his students were so eager to learn the wonderful unique art of music.
"Good afternoon class!" He exclaimed. The students all immediately stopped what they were doing and clapped for the man. Brown chuckled. "You lot are wearing me down." The class laughed, one students even shouting 'Quit playing man!'
Before the class could get any further, there was a knock on the door. Everyone curiously diverted their attention to the door. All the students, with an exception of Caitlyn Gellar, were present. Was it the Principal? Were they already too loud? Brown cleared the suspense when he opened the unlocked door, revealing the once absent Caitlyn Gellar and her new 'punk' friend Mitchie Torres.
"Ah welcome back Ms. Gellar." Caitlyn grinned and walked into the classroom, taking a seat to the left side of the room with Barron, Sander, and Lola. Brown cocked his eyebrow at Mitchie, examining her from head to toe. "Who are you love?"
Mitchie giggled softly upon hearing the word 'love.' "Mitchie Torres." She explained, holding up a slip of paper. "I switched into this class just a few minutes ago."
Brown took the paper and glanced at it. His eyes narrowed as he read the small print, before looking back up at Mitchie with a grin. "Welcome aboard poppet." He said, holding out his hand for her to shake. Mitchie genuinely smiled, slapping her on hand into his.
She smiled at him once more before walking towards Caitlyn to sit with her. Just like lunch, many of the boys were staring at her once again.
"Dude...what happened to her?" Sander wandered aloud. The same thing was running through most of the people's mind.
Mitchie and Caitlyn on the other hand giggled at their reactions. Before any more questions could be asked, Brown started decided to start his lesson for the day. "Okay mates, who wants to be the one to sing for us today?" Everyday, Brown had one and only one person sing a song, whether it be self written or written by another, to he class and that would be their musical 'journal', as well as having each students rate the song. This would give a bit of help to the singer.
All the students' hand shot up, with an exception of Jason and Andy. Brown chuckled at his students. They were always so eager to show off. He scanned the classroom, determined to choose a good target. Tess Tyler sung the previous day, so she was automatically off the list.
"How about you Ms. Torres?" Brown said, indicating to the smiling girl. She nodded and hopped off her seat. Surprisingly, she did a not so lame imitation of model's strut to the front of the room. "What will you be singing today?"
"An excerpt from a new song I've been working on. It's called You're Not Sorry." And with that, her eyes focused on Shane, who tried his hardest to look away. He could just feel her gaze upon him. Unfortunately, many of the students could feel the new tension in the room. "Actually, would you mind if I played the guitar with the song?" She asked.
Brown smiled. "Not at all poppet. Jason." He commanded. "Would it be a trouble if Mitchie here was given the honor to use your guitar?"
The boy shook his head. "Not at all!" He exclaimed. Jason walked to the front of the classroom and handed Mitchie his precious Gibson acoustic, which she thanked kindly for. Brown took out a stool from the side of his desk. The girl slowly settled herself onto the stool before lightly strumming the guitar. She smiled. "This is a nice guitar." Mitchie said to herself.
"Thanks!" Jason shouted from the back of the room, earning a laugh from the whole class plus Brown. Mitchie also laughed at this. She lightly strummed a random tune on the guitar before fully playing her song.
All this time I was wasting, hoping you would come around
I've been giving out chances every time and all you do is let me down
And it's taken me this long, baby, but I figured you out
And you think it will be fine again, but not this time around
Mitchie looked up from the guitar, still playing it, and looked at Shane. She held a satisfied smile when he was looking back, though he tried to look away.
You don't have to call anymore.I won't pick up the phone
This is the last straw
Don't wanna hurt anymore
And you can tell me that you're sorry
But I don't believe you baby
Like I did before
You're not sorry
No no, no no
Mitchie strummed the last few notes before tearing her gaze away from Shane. She stared at the ground, awaiting the classes reaction. It took them a while, but she earned a strong applause, one that pleased her. Once again, she looked up and saw most of the class clapping for her. Tess Tyler however was not one of them. Even Peggy and Ella were clapping for Mitchie!
Shane mindlessly clapped, though his mind was off wandering. 'That song was about me wasn't it? Why does her voice sound so familiar? Did lying to her make her so mad?' And more questions flew around in his mind.
Once the clapping slowly faded out, Brown stepped up to her. "That poppet was very amazing." He said, earning another smile from Mitchie who thanked him. "I do believe that you will be taking this class for the rest of your high school career, whether you like it or not." He said bemused. The class once again laughed at their teacher.
Mitchie made her way to the back of the class. She carefully handed Jason his guitar, as well as thanking him once again. Jason smiled and congratulated her, as did Nate. Shane on the other hand continued to stare at her. Before turning to leave, Mitchie surprised the students. She bent down, grabbing Jason's face in the process, and gave him a small kiss on the cheek, before making her way back to a laughing Caitlyn and the others. Jason stared befuddled in the air.
"That was kinda weird." He stated bluntly, a small red tint slowly climbing up to his cheeks. Shane glared at his friend, as well as Mitchie, who was mindlessly flirting with Barron and Sander. She turned to look at Shane, and seeing his gaze, Mitchie playfully stuck her tongue at him before turning around once again, flipping her hair in the process.
Nate chuckled at confused Jason. "Dude. It was just a kiss." He said. Jason, returning back to his Jason-y self, pouted.
"But it was so out of the blue."
Shane rolled his eyes at both of his friends. "I think you two should start a new topic before you're not able to." He muttered. The two, with a confused expression, stared at their friend. Nate was the first to speak up, his voice full of amusement.
"Is Shane getting the green eyes?" He asked playfully. Jason stared at him confused. "His eyes are still brown Nate."
Both Nate and Shane ignored their friend. "No." Shane answered straightforwardly, ripping his gaze from Mitchie. "I just think that was a stupid move to do in class."
After that short conversation, Shane said nothing else for the rest of the class period. Brown continued with his vocal lessons as usual, though he didn't have the entire class sing that day. Nonetheless, Shane couldn't help but continue to stare at Mitchie's back. Her new personality and physical was so awkward and shocking, yet quite attractive. Either way, Shane was confused on whether he liked this change or not.
Once the bell rung, the students slowly made their way out of the class. Most of the students loved Brown's class and wanted to spend as much time as possible there. Shane, Nate, and Jason all exited the room at the same time, after waving good-bye to Brown. Once they were out of the room, the trio was immediately stopped by none other then Mitchie and Caitlyn, both wearing equally amused and mischievous smiles.
"Hey guys." Mitchie said, her smile slowly widening.
All five of them exchanged a quick greeting as they all went down the hallway together. Mitchie, who was walking on Nate's side, pulled his arm closer to herself. "Hey Nate? Do you want to hang out after school?"
"What!?" Caitlyn screeched, gaining everyone's attention. Mitchie, with a bored look, cocked her eyebrow at her friend. "Is there something wrong with that?" She asked with an innocent tone. Caitlyn, with tightened teeth, clenched her fist and shook her head. "Nothing at all." She spat angrily, glaring at her friend. Mitchie smiled. "Good." And with that, she turned her attention back to Nate. "So what do you say? We could go out and go get a coffee or something." Nate smiled.
"Sure."
In both Caitlyn and Shane's mind, the little person in their head started screaming. What was going on in Mitchie's mind? The day before, she wouldn't even have the courage to talk to a guy, or kiss another guy on the cheek, yet today, she was shamelessly flirting and asking them out. Mitchie winked at Nate. "I'll meet you by your locker." And with that, she turned away from the group, her heels clicking with every step she took. Caitlyn stared at her retreating figure before turning to Nate. "Have fun on your date!" She screamed, stomping away in the opposite direction.
The three guys stared confused, before Jason finally broke the silence.
"This is why I like just hanging out with you guys." He said. He quickly waved farewell to both of his friends before heading his own way to his locker. Once Jason was out of earshot, Shane turned to Nate. "Dude, you can't go out with Mitchie!"
Nate cocked his eyebrow. "And why not?" He asked as they made their way to their Spanish II Class. Shane lightly growled. "Because she'll probably dump you the next day." He lied. "Who knows what's going on in her mind."
The two entered the already filled classroom and took their seats, which were on the opposite sides of the room. Nate sat in front of Lola Scott while Shane sat behind Caitlyn Gellar, who was currently stabbing a notebook with her pencil.
As the Spanish teacher, Mrs. Gomez, began her lesson of verb conjugations, Shane ripped out a piece of notebook paper and began writing. He passed the note to a boy sitting beside him, who continued to action. The paper made it's way all the way to Nate, who groaned in annoyance when he saw the sender. He slowly, but secretly unfolded the paper.
I repeat, you cannot go on that date with that girl! She's probably a psycho now!
-Shane
It takes one to know one. Besides, you can't tell me who I can date (which this is not) and can't date. We're just hanging out as friends anyways.
-Nate
Dude, you'll just be leading her on. Might as well end this as painless as possible.
-Shane
One, I am not leading her on. Two, if I were, which I'm not, then she would just have to deal with it. People unintentionally do that everyday. And three, leave me alone I'm trying to listen.
-Nate
Then stop replying! :P
-Shane
After that, Nate did so. He shoved the piece of scrap paper into the deepest pit of his pocket before averting his attention back to Mrs. Gomez. It wasn't long before another note came his way.
Dude why'd you stop?
-Shane
You told me to! I can't focus here!
-Nate
Then don't write back!
-Shane
You frustrate me Shane.
-Nate
Thank you for the compliment.
-Shane
Once again, Nate shoved the piece of paper into his pocket. He shot Shane a glare before turning back to copying Mrs. Gomez's notes. Shane rolled his eyes at his friend. The curly haired boy never liked to break the classroom rules. Instead, he abided by them, though that really wasn't a bad thing.
Shane ripped out another sheet of notebook paper, only this time, he was writing to Caitlyn, who also chose not to pay attention to the lesson. She slightly flinched when Shane poked her back. Curiously, the girl turned around and snatched the paper before Shane even had a chance to say anything.
Hey what was up with that early?
-Shane
Up with what?
-Caitlyn
You know. The whole screaming thing at Nate?
-Shane
Oh that? Pfft I had a stomach ache.
-Caitlyn
Sure. I'm rolling my eyes at you if you didn't know.
-Shane
You know what? You're pissing me off
-Caitlyn
That was the last thing Caitlyn wrote on the note. Shane decidedly chose not to annoy Caitlyn more then she already was. For the rest of the hour, all he could think about was Nate and Mitchie's so called 'date.' It would be a pretty good idea if he and Caitlyn (or Jason) happened to stumble in the coffee shop unexpectedly. Then again, Nate probably wasn't that easily fooled, nor was Mitchie.
Shane was once again bored with the class. There was an exception of a few sleeping students, but most of the students were still listening to the Spanish lesson, as well as repeating when necessary. "Shane!" Mrs. Gomez called out.
"¿Quiere ir hablar con Señor Tanner?" She asked angrily. Mr. Tanner was the school principal. Shane's eyes widened as he quickly shook his head. "Uhhh no." He said. The class room tried to hide their giggles, which wasn't very secretive. Mrs. Gomez smiled triumphantly.
"Do not attempt to sleep in my class again Shane." She said as she scanned the room for more sleepers. Seeing another one, she called to another student's attention. Mrs. Gomez went around the room, knocking away the snoozing students were her pencil. Each time, the students had the same talk with Mrs. Gomez as Shane.
By the time she had the students up, the bell had rung and the students quickly left, not wanting to be stuck in the apocalypse of the teacher. Shane caught up with Nate, who was heading towards his English class. "Stupid teacher." He muttered. Nate chuckled at his friend. "When the Hulk gets pissed, he turns into Mrs. Gomez."
Shane waved good-bye to Nate after a short rant, and went his way to his final class- U.S History with Mitchie. He groaned. Luckily, Mitchie practically sat on the opposite side of the room from him. She had been bugging his mind ever since her dramatic arrival. He didn't want to mess with her today. Hopefully, she'd just leave him alone for the rest of the day.
Oh how wrong he was. When Shane stepped into the classroom, he was surprised for two reasons. Only two other, besides himself, were in the room- Mitchie and the History teacher, Mr. Carter. Along with that, Mitchie was occupying the the desk next to him. He walked over to her, staring at her figure.
"Um...I think you're in the wrong seat Mitchie..." Shane said, trying to be as kind as possible. The girl looked up, a smirk plastered all over.
"Mr. Carter switched my spot with Andy." She said. Shane looked over at Mr. Carter, who paid no attention to them. He was too busy writing a truckload of notes on the dry-erase board.
"Thanks a lot." He muttered as he dropped his supplies opposite of Mitchie and slumped into his seat. Nonetheless, Mitchie stared at Shane, with a mix between a kind smile and a flirtatious smirk. Shane looked up at her, confused with her actions.
"Yes?" He asked irritated. Mitchie giggled.
"You seem so different."
"You're the one to talk." Shane snorted. Before he let her responded, he turned away from her, his attention now focused on the wall. All he could hear her say was 'whatever' bitterly while she turned to talk to the other guy beside her. Shane quickly took a glance at them. The poor guy was flustered as Mitchie leaned close to him, twisting his hair with her fingers and intertwining their fingers with another hand. As hard as he tried, Shane couldn't help but stare at this.
Before Mitchie could get any further, the bell rung and Mr. Carter began teaching. Thankfully, the class only consisted of maybe six to seven people, six as usual. Everyone else was either off in the athletic department or in some other 'fun' class, like wood shop or photography. Being that case, the class could work faster and have more time after their lesson to do whatever.
"The Pullman Strike was ended by the national guard, sent by President at the time- Mr. Grover Cleveland." As he spoke, the class wrote down what they deemed 'important' to be notes. "The guards were sent because the federal mail wasn't moving due to the halt of the Pullman Railroad cars."
Shane tried his hardest to pay attention to Mr. Carter, but his eyes were focused on Mitchie. Under the desk, he could see that she was playing the other boy's fingers while he blushed as bright as a tomato. 'If she starts doing that to Nate, I think I'll hurl.' He thought. The boy seemed to be on the edge of passing out. He was actually one of Sierra's friends from the AP Mandarin Class.
When Mr. Carter was finally finished with his lesson that day, there was still five minutes leftover. Many of the students were already eager to leave the class- their school supplies already packed up. Other students had pulled out Mr. Carter's playing cards, with his permission of course, and played several rounds of poker, using the coins they had on hand. Mitchie was still talking to the boy, her head now resting on the poor guy's shoulder. She was drawing little circles on his sweaty chest while the boy tried his hardest not to hyperventilate.
"I-I do believe this is against t-the school rules..." He trailed off. Mitchie giggled, still continuing with what she was doing. "Rules are meant to be broken." She smiled.
The boy nervously looked around. There was no escape...except for one thing. One of his hands, that was not being held by Mitchie, quickly shot up, grabbing Mr. Carter's attention. "She's touching me!" The boy shrieked. Mitchie, along with half the class, laughed. The teacher gave the two a bored expression, before answering, "Just move Neil." The boy quickly slipped himself out of Mitchie's grasp and ran, with his excessive amount of school supplies, to sit with some of his other friends, who were now worried for him.
Mitchie sat back up, pouting at her lack of a pillow. She turned to look at Shane, confused by his confused. "Why are you looking at me like that?" She snapped. Shane, taken aback by her semi-rude tone, blinked twice. "You seem...different." 'I'm not sure in a good way or a bad way...'
"What's your point?" She asked, bored.
Shane shrugged at her. "I'm just saying, I don't think Neil is going to be in any of your classes anymore."
Mitchie snorted. "What's that suppose to mean?" She asked, staring at Shane with an icy glare.
"Some people aren't very excited about your new look."
Mitchie looked at the clock. Only 30 seconds until the bell would ring. "Are you attracted to the new me?" She asked in a genuine Mitchie tone. Shane said nothing. He opened his both to answer, and then closed it the next second. This happened a few times until the bell rung and Shane immediately stood up. Mitchie on the other hand didn't move from her spot. He gave her an apologetic look before walking out. Though he thought he was out of earshot, Mitchie could still hear him say,
"Yes, I am." Mitchie smiled, happy with his answer. She waited until everyone was out before retreating to her own locker. She still had a date with Nate after all.
Shane high-fived Jason as he approached his friend's locker. "So we're still cleaning Nate's dog right?" He asked. Shane cringed at the mention of Nate's name.
"No Jason. We're not."
The older boy stared at his friend for a moment, a confused expression all over his face. "What are we going to do today?"
Shane hesitated for a moment before answering. "Let's go to your house and work on a new song." An excited Jason immediately nodded his head. "Awesome! And then we can make some ice cream later too!"
One second later, Shane was being dragged towards the school's exit by Jason. He laughed at his enthusiastic friend, but Shane's smiling attitude soon faded as he watched Nate, with Mitchie's arm hooked onto his own, walk down the opposite street. Before turning, Shane saw Mitchie quickly wink at him before turning at the corner. His cheeks slowly warmed as he and Jason loaded onto the public bus.
If anything, there were two things Shane learned today. One, Mitchie Torres was now an A+ girl in his book and two, she was competing with ThisIsMe123 for his heart.
A/N: Lol that ending was a bit cheesy wasn't it? XD Well, I don't think I did that well on this chapter. I think I was rushing, but I'm not really sure :O I'm not good at make people flirt Dx I don't flirt with them, I threaten them lol My Spanish sucked huh? This will most likely be the last update til 2009, so Happy Holidays everyone! :D
Nonetheless, I hope you liked the chapter ^^ Reviews are welcomed please :D We're almost at 100 reviews! :D Big thank yous to Denell, as well as charmedNluckyP3 for helping me with the 'new' Mitchie, though I think I failed your expectations- Sorry!- and big thank yous to lovelovelove-TS for finding all these different songs for Mitchie to sing :D
Disclaimer- I don't own Internet Girl, Camp Rock, You're not Sorry, Gibson Guitars, or what ever xDD So starting today, all I'm going to put is I own nothing! :P