Chapter 7

What could I do? I was not going to explain the whole thing to him. Firstly, because of the appalled look he wore just because of my shoes. And secondly, if I was to tell him, I would have to tell him the whole, long story, and I wasn't sure if I could trust him with something as big as that. So what should I do/say? I didn't want to lie to him. He had been entirely truthful with me, so I didn't want to be anything but that with him. But I couldn't tell him. I had to do something to take his mind off it do that I could think of a good excuse. What would startle him so much that he wouldn't be able to think of much afterwards? And then it clicked.

Perfect. Although, it went against everything I had been preaching about earlier. But desperate times called for desperate measures. And it was definitely one of those times.

I breathed in shakily. I didn't particularly want to do this because of him but because of me. I had to though. It was either tell him about my second job, or this. And I think I much preferred the latter option at this moment in time. It was less scary.

I gathered up my courage and walked over to him. I grabbed the collar of his shirt. I pulled him in towards me and stopped just before our faces met.

"What are you doing?" Shane said in shock. Way to ruin the moment Shane. That is, if it really was a moment, considering I was doing this just to avoid something I really didn't want to do.

"Something I should have let you do hours ago." I said huskily. Oh, I knew all the tricks, and I knew how to make a guy forget something.

I pulled him in closer and pressed my lips to his. He tensed up but slowly relaxed and began to kiss me back. My lips were tingling, as if I'd slathered them in lip plumper. I flung my arms around his neck and lost my fingers in his soft locks of hair. He wrapped his arms around my waist and automatically began to fiddle with the hem of my vest. I nibbled at his lower lip and pressed myself in closer to him. He groaned into my mouth. My stomach swelled with excitement. Even though this was something I hadn't wanted to do, by fuck was I enjoying it. I felt him softly begin to push me towards my bed. Oh, he had so forgotten the shoes. I pulled away before he got me to my bed. I didn't want him getting any ideas. And he'd gotten just enough of what he had wanted for me to get what I wanted. Although, now I think I wanted more of him. He began to place sensual open mouth kisses on my neck. If he started to suck, or bite, I would kill him, I was not allowed to look taken.

I pushed him off me. If I left him wanting more it would also keep his mind off my shoes, and why I had them.

"That's enough." He looked at me pleadingly. "No, those eyes aren't going to going to work on me."

"Why the sudden change of heart?" Shit, I hadn't thought of that. On the spot white lie time.

"I just couldn't keep my hands off you, despite what my head was saying."

"What's your head saying now?"

"Get Shane out so you can sleep because tomorrow will kill if you don't go to bed soon."

"Alright, alright, I'm going." He walked to the door, opened it, before turning back around. "I'll see you tomorrow Mitchie."

"Yeah, whatever. Bye Shane." Then he left.

He was going to the diner again. Oh, just my luck. He would remember about my shoes by then. So I had to think of a suitable cover-up by then.

I fell onto my pillow and began to think about the kiss. The last time I had kissed anyone like that had been in high school. Christ, I did not want to take a trip down that memory lane. What a night it had been. It was safe to say I was exhausted. I closed my eyes and fell into a nightmare-plagued slumber.

My back slammed against my locker. I felt Jack's lips press against mine. He tasted like cigarettes, but I didn't care; at least he kissed me. No one else did, and he actually made me feel wanted, for the first time in years. I didn't care if he didn't exactly treat me perfectly. It's not like he was abusing me. Just pushing my limits. He'd pushed them as far as they could go. And I let him. I hated that I had lowered myself for him, but I was desperate. Desperate for the attention I had never gotten.

Kissing didn't exactly do what they always said. I felt no butterflies in my stomach. My heart didn't pick up pace. And there was no way that my lips tingled. I felt just as empty kissing him at I did normally.

I felt his hand creep up my shirt. This was where I drew the line. Oh, we had gone further than this. My God, we'd gone as far as possible. But we were in a school corridor and I didn't want to give my peers another reason to laugh at me. I got enough of that every day

I always wondered how I had managed to get a boyfriend like Jack. He was one of the most popular guys. He had the looks, the friends and he was ridiculously smart. I could tell he would go far. Whereas I was the least popular person in the whole school. Everyone apart from Jack avoided me like the plague. I wasn't exactly pretty, I had no friends and I wasn't particularly smart. I wasn't stupid, just not smart. I could see myself ending up as a waitress in a diner somewhere. I wasn't the only one who thought this, my dad did too. Mother just thought that I would end up as a prostitute. Well, she thought I was one already anyway.

I slowly pushed Jack away.

"Not, in a corridor." I said embarrassedly.

"Why not? It's not like we're having sex." Something told me that this was not going in a good direction. I could see everyone taking an interest in our little scene. "Although, I'll just have to wait till tonight for that." Oh, this was definitely going sour.

"Jack," I chided. "Everyone's listening."

"I'm fed up with this." I frowned. I was about to get dumped. I could just tell. "I never liked you Mitchie. I asked you out as a bet to see how long it took to get you to sleep with me." I heard snickering. I knew it was too good to be true. Tears began to well up in my eyes.

"Then why did you string me along after that?" I didn't want him to answer that because I knew it wasn't going to be nice. I had to know though.

"Because you were easy. I could always count on you for a quick fuck."

I slapped him hard across the cheek. "You bastard." Tears poured down my face. How hadn't I seen this coming? I should have said no when he asked me out. Why would the most popular guy go out with the least popular girl unless they had ulterior motives?

I ran through the laughing crowd to the girls' toilet and into the last cubicle. I collapsed in a mess on the disgusting floor. My sobs echoed in the room. My life had just fallen apart. Completely.

I woke up in a cold sweat, beads of sweat mingling with my salty tears. I hated that memory. It was two days before I had run away and was a major contributing factor.

Was Shane trying to do what Jack had done? I was still plain, so why would he be attracted to me? Did he have the same thoughts Jack had?

AN: ANOTHER CHAPTER! I'm on fire. But now I've been put out because I have no idea what's next. Haha. So you know more about Mitchie past. And you got what you wanted, they kissed. But hahaha you don't know about her second job. R&R