CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Monday, November 28

"Shane?" I beeged, we were back at school now and since Shane's cover had been blown on my birthday he'd given up his cover in school and was standing like the other CRS guards in his suit at the door or behind or in front of me. I hated it. He wouldn't talk to me. He would barely even look at me and when he did he'd look away immediately, looking horrified and burning bright red. I didn't know why? I thought what were doing yesterday was good, that he liked it, until he just ran away without even saying anything. "Shane, please talk to me?" It was lunch and Shane was one of the guards sitting at the table with me. Ecklestien and the rest of the group Shane had been hanging around with before as well a few others who I actually thought were nice were noticably missing. I guess they were the one who tried to kill me.

"You should eat, your Highness." Shane said in a stiff voice and I felt like crying. What had happened? I looked down and carefully ate a few pieces of the Monday Mac & Cheese before I pushed it away. I felt queesy to eat. I just wanted to talk to Shane, I wanted him to tell what I did wrong, why he left me again?

"I need to go to the bathroom." I anounced, getting up quickly. I wouldn't cry in front of everyone, I wouldn't cry in front of Shane, I decided. Shane followed me to the girls bathroom in the dining hall and knocked on the door.

"Cyrus Royal Security, everybody out." Shane ordered and there was silence for about thirty seconds before he opened the door and checked that it was empty. This was really quite annoying. I went into the bathroom and locked the door after me, at least they didnn't follow me and stand outside the stall... Anymore. I hurried to the opposite end of the bathroom and curled up on one of the couches in there (why did a bathroom have a couch?) and bit my lip. Why did he keep hurting me? Why did I keep letting him hurt me?

I don't know how long I was in there, trying to stifle sobs and letting the tears freelly fall, but then I jumped when the door opened and Shane was standing there. He had a bent fork and a knife in his hand I knew he'd picked the lock. He stood there for all of a second before he shut the door and relocked it, dropping the knife and fork as he came over and then suddenly I was in his arms again and I was crying. This was the third time one of us had cried to the other.

"I'm sorry." Shane kept whispering as he stroked my hair. "I'm so, so sorry, Princess." I sniffled and whiped my tears away, looking at him, searching his aching hazel eyes, begging him.

"Why?" I pleaded, trying to stop the tears. "Why did you leave me again?" Shane held me until I stopped crying, then he just kissed my hair. "Why, Shane? What did I do wrong? Please?"

"You didn't do anything wrong." Shane shook his head and I scoffed.

"Then why did you run away from me... Again?" I demanded and he sighed.

"You didn't do anything wrong." He repeated soothingly, steadilly turning red. "I-I... It was me, Princess." I frowned in confussion. "It-it's really embarassing." What did he do? "You didn't even touch me, it's humiliating, Princess, for that to happen when nothing even happened." Huh? What the Hell was he going on about? Shane seemed to notice my confussion and he turned a darker red. "Princess, I-... I..." He mumbled something I couldn't understand. "I came, Princess."

"Came where?" I fronwed, why could he just tell me what I did wrong. "If you didn't want to be with me then you should have stayed outside the room."

"No, you don't underst-... I orgasmed." Shane shook his head and my mouth dropped open in shock. "Nothing even touched me, Princess, I was humiliated, it's the worst possible thing that could ever happen to a guy when he's with the girl he loves. To not even be touched and to finish like that..." Shake shook his head and avoided looking at me. That's why he left? We were both silent, I don't know what Shane was thinking, I didn't see what the problem was, why did he leave because of that? As I understood it through Sex Ed. an orgasm was supposed to be good, so then why would he leave? "You need to get to class." Shane muttered after a few minutes and I frowned as I got off of his lap and scrubbed my eyes with my hands again, looking in the mirror. I looked like I'd just been crying, I washed my face at the sink and avoided looking at Shane as I tried to make it look less obvious. That's when I saw it.

"Oh my God!" I gasped, pushing my hair aside, how had I not noticed that this morning? There was a bruise on my neck, right over my pulse point, that was about inch in diameter. I had a giant hickey on my neck, Shane had given me a hickey yesterday.

"I'm sorry about that." Shane said quietly, coming up behind me and brushing my hair back a little more to look at it. Then he looked up and caught my eye in the mmirror before he kissed the spot softly. "You taste amazing though." I blushed as Shane moved my hair back to cover it before he went to unlock the door and wait for me to leave. All through the afternoon classes I was self-consciously pulling my hair over my shoulder to hide the hickey and blushing every time I looked at Shane. Shane had marked me, almost like he was telling everyone else to stay away from me, that I was his.

"Why is it so bad?" I questioned Shane, we were sitting in my room and Shane was 'guarding' me whilst I did my homework. I hadn't beeen able to do much, I still couldn't figure out why if an orgasm was so good that it was bad the Shane had one.

"Hmm?" Shane questioned, I was laying on my bed with my science book in front of me and Shane had been sitting next to me, casually playing with my hair.

"What happened-" I blushed at the thought. "-yesterday... Before you left me." I saw a flash of guilt in Shane's eyes as he started turning red again. "I thought it was a good thing when that happened so why was it bad?" Shane sighed and looked away.

"When it happens to a guy..." Shane shook his head. "It's humiliating, a guy wants to last, to just end like that, so quickly, without even being touched. Not to mention it was in front of the girl I love; it's like saying I'm not a man when I come in my pants like a little kid." Shane's voice was a little bitter at the end, but it still made me feel warm and my heart race when he said he loves me. "It's immasculating."

"I'm sorry." I mumbled, blushing.

"It's not your fault." Shane denied and there was an awkward silence, both of us embarassed.

"You said you love me." I whispered when I finally got the courage to talk again. "Does-does that mean you'll let us try?" I asked hopefully and Shane snapped his eyes to mine.

"You're dating Hawthorne, remember?" Shane replied darkly and I felt hurt.

"He asked me to marry him." I blurted out before I could stop myself and Shane looked shocked. "That's why I passed out, I just-it was too much." I shook my head. "Tell me what to tell him?" I wanted him to tell me not to.

"You need to get married, it's in the constitution." Shane muttered.

"That doesn't mean it has to be Marcus, what about us?" I persisted urgently and then next thing I knew Shane's lips were on mine again. Every time I mentioned the prospect of us Shane's response seemed to be to kiss me. Not that I would complain about him kissing me or anything, but we had to talk sometime. I was already laying down and Shane was hovering over me, I reached for him, but he grabbed my wrists from where they started around his neck and held them up above my head. He knew I'd want to touch and wonder. Shane could hold my hands captive with only one of his and he used his other to trace a slow trail down my body. I moaned tried to reach for him, but he held my wrists tighter.

"Not this time, Babe." Shane denied huskilly, his teeth grazing my earlobe and I moaned again, starting to feel all hot on the inside. Shane's other hand was on my thigh, massaging ever so softly as he kissed me, I felt like I was in Heaven. "You taste so fucking hot." Shane growled against my skin and despite the cussing that turned me on and I whimpered and tried to get closer to him, pushing up against him. Shane finally let go of my wrists to hold me down with both hands and I let them fall to his hair, pulling him closer, kissing him harder. Shane groaned and gripped my thigh tighter, lifting it to hitch over his hip so he pressed against me impossibly more. I used one hand to hold his head to me and the other snaked down and slipped into his jacket, staying over his shirt, but I could still feel him. "Shit!" Shane pulled away again and disentangled from me, looking horrified again. "Shit fucking shit!"

"Sha-" I started, sitting up, furrowing my brows. My mouth dropped open when I saw a slight wet spot on the front of Shane's black suit pants before he was able to cover it with is hands.

"Just leave me the fuck alone." Shane snapped before he left and I was alone again. Again. Me being alone and wanting to cry seemed to be a reacurring theme with Shane.

Princess Miley

Wednesday, November 30

Shane hadn't been working yesterday, I wasn't sure if that's how it was already planned or if he changed it, but either way I didn't get to see him, talk to him. Now he was back again and once again avoiding me. I'd been staring at him for the last half hour, he had to at least look at me soon, right? The bell rang for the end of class and I was up and out before anyone else, meaning Shane had to follow me and as soon as he was in the hall as well I grabbed him and pushed him into a hall closet, taking him by surprise.

"I don't care, Shane." I told him once the door was closed, I could barely see him through the darkness, but I could see that his jaw was set and his posture tense. "I don't care if that happens, it hurts when you keep leaving me."

"It's humiliating, Princess." Shane snapped and I took an unconscious step back. "You're humiliating me. You make me lose control and I can't stop it. You're making me act like a fucking twelve year old."

"I don't care, we can figure it out, but you keep saying that you don't want to hurt me, and then you keep doing it. If you love me then don't leave me, but we can figure everything else out if you let us." I was begging, I was pleading... I think I could hear people outside the door. But, I didn't care.

"There is no us." Shane glared and I gasped.

"But-but you keep kissing me." I whispered.

"I keep kissing you to shut you up because on Saturday you're going to tell that fucking bastard Hawthorne that you're gonna marry him and I fucking hate it." Shane glowered, pushing me roughly against the door of the closet.

"Why do I have to marry him? Why can't there be an us, Shane? Why?" I demanded, putting my hands up on his chest to stop him when he stepped closer to me. "Sure, the constitution says I have to get married, but it doesn't say who, it doesn't say that we can't happen, and I don't want to be with anybody else."

"I'm a commoner, Princess, the constitution does say that you can't marry a commoner, it does say that we can't happen and I don't see the fucking point in falling for you and kissing you and fucking humiliating myself in front of you every day like a twelve year old when you're going to have to marry Hawthorne and kiss him and fuck him for the rest of your life." Shane started ranting and I winced every time he cursed and I felt my heart sink. No-one had told me that little piece of the constitution. "That's why this is over. Whatever the fuck this is, it's over... It hurts both of us too much... That's why I'm being transfered to another detail."

"What?" I gasped, dropping my hands and stepping forward. "You're transferring?"

"I can't stand next to you every day and not kiss, not touch you, and that means I'll keep hurting you. I put in my request yesterday, it's final on Friday and on Saturday you're telling Hawthorne yes." Shane said, in the darkness, his eyes pained and dark. I felt myself start to cry and I reached up to wipe the tears away, but Shane stopped me, cupping my face gently and stroking the pads of his thumbs across my cheeks gently. "One-one... One last kiss... Please?" He requested and I nodded tearfully, letting him press his soft lips to mine for barely a second before he pulled away, let go and stepped back.

"Will I see you after Friday?" I questioned hopefully.

"No." Shane answered shortly, moving past me and opening the door, scattering the people who were listening out there. "You should get to class." The bell had long since rung, and I didn't want to face Shane, let alone everyone else out there. When I walked out of the closet instead of going to class I turned and ran back to my room, and Shane didn't follow me.

Sigh... Miley and Shane just can't catch a break. :(

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