Chapter 7
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A/N: Sorry for not updating.
Ive just been on the wall about it after posting a new story MONSTER
sorry I just wanted to wait before asking for readers :)
So will you go read it?
And make it feel special just like all my other stories?
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Mitchie softly dug her nails into her thigh sitting in a small, noisy cramped coffee shop.
Shane smiled a bit at her peeling at the paper cup sitting in front of him.
She bit her lip trying to block out the noises.
Shane muttered a few sentences that she ignored.
He was simply trying to break the silence.
He softly signed dipping his finger into his coffee letting it fall off his finger and onto the cheap plastic table.
He finally did break the silence.
Earning him a shocked, hollowed look from Mitchie.
"Why did you decide to do CO-ED dorm rooming? Unless your into chicks or something."
She softly muttered an answer.
"What?"
She spoke up.
"My mom did it, she probably thought it was time I got a boyfriend again."
"Oh, well I lied so I could pick up chicks."
He smiled at her.
She gave no response.
He let out another sigh.
"So you said its about time for another boyfriend. Are you the breakie or the dumpie."
"Neither."
"Neither?"
She sighed looking him in the eye.
"Its really something I rather not talk about."
He smiled.
"What, was it like a man made of plastic. A fake boyfriend?"
"No."
"Then what."
She stood up slammed her hands on the table.
"I dont want to talk about it."
Her stance gave the impression that she should be yelling.
Tearning his head off.
But she wasnt.
She was speaking softly.
Perhaps not calmly.
Definitly on othe verge of hysterical.
But she was speaking softly.
One of the few inevitable things that you would expect to see from someone standing up with their hands on the table practically glaring at someone.
She softly walked away.
People were staring in shock.
They had heard the commotion caused by her getting up.
But they hardly expected her expression would be mostly shown in body language.
Shane stared at her walking away as he tossed his cup in the garbage.
He was most definitely sharing a room with a very strange room.
He already knew this was going to shape out to become a very strange year.