Chapter 8

I phoned Nicole about five minutes after waking up. I needed someone to convince me that I was wrong. I needed someone to tell me that Shane's intentions were entirely honourable.

"Hey Mitch, what's up? How was your date?"

"My date was amazing." I gushed. "But afterwards I got a flashback to Jack."

"I wish you could tell me no but I'm on my way to work." Shit, I forgot that Nicole was on an hour before me. "Right, tell me as soon as you get in. I've got to go, bye." She hung up and I threw my phone at the bottom of my bed.

Of course he was another Jack. He was well known as a womaniser. Why would I be different to all his other girlfriends? Hang on, girlfriend? I was not his girlfriend. What was I? Probably just another girl to string along. I bet he gave his 'I hate people' speech to all the girls. And the whole 'I feel empty' thing was his little was of getting sympathy and to get all the girls to comfort him. It was all lies.

How stupid was I? I let another guy get under my skin. After jack I swore I wouldn't let that happen, but look what I've fucking done. I was such a stupid bitch. How could I think he was different? He was just another guy who wanted to get in my pants and then break my all too trusting heart. Well, not this time Shane Gray. Not this time.

I went into my bathroom and turned on the shower. I took off my clothes (which hadn't been removed from the previous night, due to being too trend to be bothered) and looked at myself in the mirror. What a state. I was getting far too skinny. Thankfully I wasn't losing much weight in my breasts. If I got any less than a 'C' I would be demoted. I wasn't anything but that as I was almost out of the career finally. I was pale. Thank God for my gothic outfits and make up for that stupid job. And then there was my limp hair. I couldn't afford the volumising hair products. My dull eyes. They hadn't held that sparkle since my mother had started drinking. Overall, I hated my reflection. They hadn't held that sparkle since my mother had started drinking. Overall, I hated my reflection.

I turned away in disgust and stepped into my less than powerful shower. As the water hit into my dim skin lyrics came into my head. I sang them

Tell me what you got to break down the walls

You just might need dynamite

Tell me what you got to break down the walls

Kick senseless, my defences

Tell me what you're gonna do

I need you to light the fuse

Tell me what you got to break down the walls

You might just need dynamite

Stupid Shane, penetrating my thoughts. I slammed off the shower, wrapped my body n a towel and went to my bedroom. I put on the stupid outfit for the diner. Everything to me seemed stupid at that moment in time. I applied make up t my boring face and left my apartment as soon as I could. I didn't care that my hair was still wet; I had to talk to Nicole.

I walked into the diner and saw Nicole at the counter talking to a guy with similar hair to Shane. On closer look I realised that it was, in fact, Shane.

Nicole heard the door to upstairs close and said 'Hey Mitchie' without even looking up. She claimed no one that the doors in the diner all had different closing noises. I think she was just losing it.

"Hey Nic, Shane." I had to acknowledge his existence, considering he was looking at me. Intensely, might I add? "Nic, I really have to speak to you."

"Uh, okay. It was great talking to you Shane."

"Yeah, see you later." There was something about his voice which sounded strained. Had he been drinking again? I dragged Nicole into the closet.

"What's wrong?" She asked when she saw that I was close to tears for some odd reason.

"I don't know. I kissed Shane last night because he asked about my heels for Victrola's and I couldn't tell him. So I kissed him to take his mind off it."

"Yeah, he told me you kissed him only a few hours after him asking to kiss you. He seemed pretty confused. I knew you wouldn't change your mind for no reason."

"Yeah, but then I flashed back to Jack because he was the last guy I kissed like that. I just couldn't help but think that Shane was another Jack."

"What?" She said in outrage. "He is not like Jack at all. He's real hung up on you, which means he's not like him. Seriously, when I was talking to him, all he could talk about was you. And he seems much happier than that guy who sat down in here almost a week ago."

"So? It could all just be an act."

"No one's that good an actor. He told me he wrote a song about you."

"He what?"

"You heard me. Now stop acting like an idiot."

"But he wanted to kiss me on the first date. Who does that unless they're trying to get more?"

"Someone who's attracted to you." I raised my eyebrows at her. How could she know that? "He told me himself. And do you really think he confided all hit shit in you if he didn't trust you?"

"But -" I began to protest, but Nicole cut me off.

"No one could make all that up Mitch. I mean, I don't know what he's told you because he's only told you, but whatever it is, I'm pretty sure if it got you to go on a date with him, it won't be trash that's easily made up. So stop making excuses just because you're scared."

"I'm not scared."

"Yes, you are. You're scared of putting your heart on the line just because last time it got broken. You're scared of putting your faith in someone because he could so easily throw it away. He's not going to Mi. You just have to trust him. If you don't, you'll distance yourself from him and after a while he'll give up trying."

"I guess you're right." I gave in.

"You guess? More like you know. Not everyone is like Jack. Just remember that." I pulled her in for a hug. This was why I needed to talk to her because I knew she would make me realised that I was being a twat. And she did.

"Thanks Nic," I whispered.

"No problem, but you're going to have to sort out the shoe fiasco."

"I know." She walked out and returned to work. I began to prepare myself mentally for the talk with Shane.

I couldn't tell him about Victrola's. He would have a fit at me or something. He might even tell me to quit. And I couldn't do that. It was the best paying job out on the two. I had to tell him something which was true because I couldn't lie to him. Maybe I could tell him something that wasn't the whole truth that was it. At least I wouldn't be lying.

I walked out of the closet and went behind the counter. When I reached him I leant over the counter. His eyes widened.

"Morning, sorry for brushing you off earlier. I was having a personal dilemma." I purred. I had to make him think there was nothing wrong. Also keeping him sweet at the same time.

"No problem. Anything you can tell me about?"

"Maybe sometime. So, I don't know if I said, but I had a great time last night, thanks."

"So did I. That kiss was mind blowing." I smirked whilst trying to cover my blushing.

"Oh, I know. I've been told I'm pretty good." Jack had said so. He also said I was a good fuck, which was probably why I thought of getting into that career as soon as I arrived in Vegas.

"So, you never answered my question last night."

"Oh right." Prepare for shock Mr Gray. "Well, you see, I used to be a prostitute."

AN: DUN DUN DUN! So what will Shane say? I'm not too sure myself. So you guys who watch Gossip Girl should basically know what Mitchie is now, without one major detail. That made no sense but you know what I meant. So this chapter goes out to Crazy 4 Camp Rock because she sent me the most amazing PM, thank you. Love you guys, this is my most reviewed story ever, and it only has whatever number of chapter. R&R