F O U R T E E N
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His words swarmed my thoughts throughout the day. The burning, but painless sensation of having his warm skin against mine never left me. I would never tell a soul, but thinking about what happened that morning brought chills to my every time, I shrugged it off and ignored the tingly feeling. Shane was just trying to mess with my head, but I wouldn't let him touch my heart.
With a somewhat forced grin, I opened the doors of my classroom, welcoming the chilly air and strode to my seat doing a double take when I saw Shane seating in his seat before the bell rang. I dropped my books on the desk noisily and took my seat with accusing eyes narrowed in his direction. "You do know you're early right?"
He chuckled. "Yeah I know, thanks Mitch."
Considering his strange kindness, I ignored the nickname and dug out my notebook, going over my homework as Mr. V strolled to the front of the room. He jumped in to his lecture, but I wasn't even listening. Shane was smirking, his fingers brushing over the material of my shorts, as he leaned against his other hand, propped on the desk. My cheeks flushed.
I tried to ignore him, until he slithered his fingertips down beginning to stroke my thighs like before. I wasn't stupid; I know what he was doing. He was not getting in my pants, I was positive about that. I let him have his fun with my skin, smiling when he let out a frustrated groan and slumped back against his seat. I glanced at him seeing him pouting. Aww poor Shane's ego.
"What's wrong?" I questioned innocently and leaned back as well, connecting our eyes.
Shane rolled his eyes, turning his gaze into a glare. "Don't play stupid with me, babe."
I snorted. "Don't call me babe, 'k? What got you so pissed all of a sudden?"
"Why the hell aren't you moaning like all the other chicks?" Shane glared into my eyes as if trying to decode some message he couldn't understand. I hated the way he was studying me, but smirked.
"I'm not 'all the other chicks' Shane, I'm Mitchie."
The bell rang, and I instantly gathered my things, standing up and stalking out of the classroom. Whatever Shane's motives were, I couldn't comprehend but who could understand the wonders of Shane Gray's brain?
--Lunchtime—
I was following the girls to our table when two, familiarly warm hands tugged on my hips and I rolled my eyes. Shane, with his hands still on my body, popped up with that smirk I'd seen too much of that day.
"How about you sit with me, today?" His voice was low, attempting to be seductive. I pushed back my laughter and slightly smiled at the light in his eyes. I'd only seen that light twice since I got here, one of those times in the auditorium when we were joking around after spending hours together and I witnessed a little peak of the real Shane Gray. I couldn't refuse another opportunity with my old Shane.
"Fine, lead the way."
He grinned, snaking one arm around my waist and steering us towards an empty table with a confident smirk. The whole cafeteria was watching us, the "dangerous guys" snickering and cheering Shane on, some girls basically crying while others whispered about me, and my friends were watching in horror.
I flopped down in my seat, pouring my Coke into a plastic cup. Shane slid into the spot in front of me, just watching everything I did for a few silent minutes. It was almost as if he was fascinated watching me. "So, what's the reason for all of this?" I quirked a brow, already discovering my answer but wanted more information. Shane suddenly wanted sex with me, a virgin, why?
"What will you take to get you to sleep with me?" Shane asked simply, pushing away his untouched tray of food. I chewed my pizza calmly which seemed to worry him a little bit.
"Well you certainly don't beat around the bush." I murmured crossing my arms after pushing away my empty tray as well. He gave that dumb smirk.
"Not with things I want."
"Was that a sly way of saying you want me, Shane?"
Instead of glowering at each other, we were smiling. I know its crazy right? But it wasn't lovey dovey smiling or anything bizarre like that, just smiling in amusement.
"Yes Mitchie, I do want you." He purred and I finally released my laughter getting tons of looks. It was certainly a twist of events for everyone.
"Please Shane, save your breath. You've got alternative motives, but until I figure them out, I'll let you play your game."
His smile dripped. "What 'motives' could I have besides an amazing night we'll never forget?"
"I'm not stupid, Shane. Why would a guy that can get any girl in this room on their knees in two seconds, want a night with a virgin like me?"
He shrugged, his smirk back on. "I wanna be your first."
"Whatever. Like I said, I'll believe that crap for now, but I'm not going along with this, so you can just stop now."
"Please, you refusing makes this chase so much more fun and of course, it makes me want you more badly than I already do." Shane whispered inching closer to me across the table. I felt like he was going to pounce, but it didn't scare me.
I could feel his sultry breath touching my mouth. "And I thought you couldn't get any hornier."
"Keep teasing me, and you'll see how horny I'll get."
I rolled my eyes, pushing my chair back and allowed the legs to squeak against the floor as I took my tray to the trash. I felt Miley's, Alex's, and Nate's stare on me as I did so. How could it startle me when I turned around and Shane was right on my heels?
"Well I had a great lunch, Miss Torres. I would love to do this again sometime." Shane smiled bowing playfully. I didn't let myself laugh even when he was being rarely funny.
"Sure horndog, we can definitely do this again." I joked and the bell for our next class thundered out. Shane smirked leaning closer against my ear where his lips brushed my skin. I didn't let myself shiver.
"Mmm, I like that nickname, bye Torres." As soon as I opened my eyes (I didn't even notice I closed them) Shane was by the door. His foot caught on some girl's purse, causing him to nearly trip, stumbling out the door and I released laughter.
That was the Shane I knew.
--No one's P. O. V—
Alex and Miley walked through the cluttered hallway in silence, tangled in their thoughts. Miley's hand traveled to her lips, touching them still shocked from what actually happened. She didn't want to believe it, but she was falling for Nate again. And that scared her.
Alex on the other hand couldn't get the day's cafeteria events removed from her mind. Why was Shane suddenly all over Mitchie? And why was Mitchie allowing it?! She didn't want to see her best friend get hurt and knew Shane Gray was nothing but a heartbreak waiting to happen. She's seen it all time. She felt it.
"Miles," Alex turned to the blank brunette beside her with concern and jealousy she didn't know was there, pricking her features. "What do you think is going on with Mitchie and Shane?"
The other 15-year-old bit her lip, shrugging off her own problems momentarily. "Shane just being an ass, wanting a booty call, and vulnerable Mitchie being the first thing he turns to. Don't worry, Mitch is way smarter than that. He won't hurt her."
Alex nodded but couldn't fully believe it. Just then Mitchie rounded the corner where the two girls were chatting by the lockers, grinning. "Hey guys!" She chirped and emptied her book bag.
"Someone looks happy." Miley giggled.
The bubbly red-haired girl shrugged making Alex frown. "So what did Shane want? He seemed certainly interested in you today."
Mitchie scoffed with a short laugh. "Interested? You make me sound like a new food choice in the cafeteria! It was nothing, really." She nodded reassuringly and closed her locker, swinging her red bag across her shoulder.
The girls walked out of the school, different things buzzing through their minds.
-Mitchie's P. O. V-
"Bye guys!" I called over my shoulder to Alex and Miley as they dropped me off and strolled into my house, heading to my room instantly. I clicked open the door, chucking my things onto the wooden floor and falling with a sigh on my bed. I barely got two seconds to breathe when my phone vibrated.
'Unavailable ID' calling
Frowning, I pressed talk and apprehensively raised the phone to my ear. "Hello?"
"Hey Torres." Shane's smooth, low voice greeted me. My frown crashed to a confused and annoyed scowl.
"How did you get my number, Shane?"
"Calm down, Mitch you make me sound like a stalker! Hooking up with the secretary's daughter has its benefits."
"Ok ew . . . what do you want?"
"Is it a crime to want to talk to you?"
"I'm not gonna sleep with you, Gray so just give it up."
"You'll come around. Anyway, Justin's having this killer party Friday, you up for being my date?"
I scoffed, rolling on to my stomach. "I'll go, but not as Shane's date."
"Ok, if you wanna go as Shane's girlfriend, I'm totally cool with that."
"Fine, I'll be your 'date' for that night, but we're not hooking up!"
"Sweet, but I gotta go, make sure you pick out a nice little dress that's easy to get off for me, ok? Bye Mitch."
"Shane!" I shrieked to the dial tone and slammed my cell phone shut.
I inhaled staring at my ceiling with confusion creeping up on did Shane really want to get with me? I mean, I guess it would be fun to play around with him and his hormones for a little while, but it's not like we were friends again. I sighed deeply and covered my face with my pillow.
I should have stayed in the car with Dallas when I had the chance.
