Chapter 15: School

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A/N: Go to my profile page and check out the links. The youtube isnt really ready yet. But the twitter and the blog are all set up. Twitter will be for updates on how stories are doing and the blog will be for sneak peeks and what not. Ps a crueller is a hairstyle. Pss the smitchie is based off a real life event. Psss my characters are only allowed to know what I know so thats why Shane only knows algebra and not calculus.

Ryan smiled as she sketched out another idea.

This one worse than the last.

She smiled passing it over to the nerd.

And as always he set to work.

Mitchie laughed.

This was insane.

Shane was standing there.

With a glove.

A skirt.

High heels.

A crueller.

Lips painted red.

And a southern accent.

He had some how wrapped her into doing a southern bell glove slap fight.

And for some insane reason she agreed.

But now.

It probably wasnt going to happen.

One look at Shane.

At her sides were splitting.

He looked at her confused.

"What?"

And she laughed harder.

He smirked.

He thought this would cheer her up.

And apparently it did.

"Okay since your smiling again can I please go slide back into jeans."

She bit her lip thinking about it holding back giggles.

"Mmmm nope."

His jaw dropped.

"Your not nice!"

She smiled.

"Yes I am."

He sighed.

She was.

"You are."

"Thank you popstar."

"Your a popstar also."

She scrunched up her face and shook her head.

"Pop isnt my style. I still do the same music."

He lifed an eyebrow.

She hadnt done the same music since her first album.

She was already working on her third album.

And the second one was mostly pop.

And a lot of her new singles she had were pop.

She sighed knowing what he was thinking.

"Your right."

She let out a groan.

And then looked at Shane.

And pouted.

"But I dont want to be a popstar."

Shane let out a sigh of relief as he plopped down next to Mitchie now wearing jeans and a worn out t shirt.

And plucking bobby pins out of his hair.

She laughed watching him smirk as he dug around trying to find one that got lost in his hair.

"Why dont you just shave it Shane. You wouldnt have that problem any more."

He looked at her like a deer caught in headlights.

And gripped his hair.

"Never."

She stared at him blinking.

"Jeez protective of some dead skin are we."

He smirked.

"Its not dead skin. Its protein. The same protein that is in your pancraes. The protein that creates enzymes. And your nails are made out of that protein also."

She looked at him amazed.

"What?"

He shrugged.

"You know stuff like that?"

"Didnt you go to a little place called....Oh I dont know. School?"

She nodded.

"Yeah but I never learned anything like that."

He laughed.

"Sixth grade basic science Mitchie. I also know how to set up a proper essay, algebra, a lot more science information than I would want to know, and a lot of the things you would find in your average social studies text book. Oh and I could describe to you how the whole Lincoln assasination was a plan and so forth."

Her jaw dropped.

"Jeez some sorta genius or something?"

He shook his head.

"Dont you know all those things?"

"Uh no... I wasnt apparently a straight A student."

He laughed again.

"Well im not a straight A student...."

She slid down onto the floor.

"Oh boy."