Chapter 13: Gone Wrong

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A/N: I forced myself to type this up for you guys. I sat here telling myself type it. So I hope you enjoy :D

She really had made a quick buck.

A very very good quick buck.

She flipped the glossy magazine to page 43.

And was met with a smaller image of the one on the cover.

A smile spread across her face as she saw the 3 page article she had written.

And she saw pictures of the skank plastered everywhere.

And only a few were good.

But the rest were a time line of previous rumors.

And previous things she had done.

But all horrible.

Mitchie smiled as she continued to chat with Shane.

And of course towards the end of their conversation the phone number was brought up.

She sighed as he asked her that question.

"Some creep called me on my personal phone. This girl was like asking me all these questions and being creepy. And to the point I just found it disturbing and stalkerish so I felt compelled to change it. Im sorry I did it with out letting you know Shane."

She heard him let out a sigh.

"Im just relieved I was sitting here trying to call you thinking that you were pulling my leg."

"Now why would I do that."

He let a smile cover his face remembering camp two years ago and how she had lived to joke with him.

"Because you used to live to joke with me for your benefit."

She feigned hurt.

"Shane I cant believe you would ever think that of me."

And then.

Regret came over him like a rushing wave.

"Oh Mitchie Im so sorry."

She smiled slightly.

"Your to easy to mess with popstar."

His jaw dropped slightly.

"You do live to mess with me!"

She smiled even more.

"You know it popstar."

He smirked.

"I could be calling you popstar also."

She shook her head.

"No way. I dont do pop."

He laughed.

"You. Not. Doing. Pop?"

This time her jaw dropped.

"I dont do pop jerk!"

"I am not a jerk!"

"Yes you are. You were at camp and you still are!"

He smirked.

If anything he was not a jerk any more.

He would take being called popstar.

But being called a jerk.

Thats crossing the line.

If she had known how he had been trying to get a hold of her.

She wouldnt be calling him a jerk.

But he wasnt going to tell her that.

He mumbled a quick goodbye to her.

Leaving her to wonder what had gone wrong so quickly.

But whatever it was.

Maybe he just needed a few days to calm down.

And let this blow over.

Then she will talk to him again.