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Mitchie's hand cramped as she tried to keep up with the lecture. Everyone else were either busy texting about tonight's big rager or studying the inside of their eye lids.

Mitchie seemed lost or very good at acting like she was oblivious to the snide comments the "popular" girls were saying. Truth be told, Mitchie was very observant but she was ten times more mature than half the student body combined.

She pushed her glasses further up her nose as she listened closely, repeating every word the teacher said as she scribbled it down neatly.

As soon as the bell rung, the students looked a lot more alive then the hour of class.

Mitchie walked out of the classroom, hugging her books to her chest and hanging her head low. Her vintage shirt tucked in tightly in her old overalls that she rolled up to her shin to make them look like caprice. Old worn out converse squeaked with every step.

She pushed her glasses further up her face as she avoided the crowded cliques surrounding the halls.

"Hey Mitchie." Her only friend Sierra bumped into her shoulder.

Mitchie looked up from stuffing her school bag with the books she needed for her weekend homework, "Hey Sierra."

"So I was thinking about having a girls night in. My cousin Caitlyn is coming to town while her parents go house hunting. She's actually really nice. I think you two would get along."

"Your sounding like you're trying to set me up with your cousin. I don't swing that way." Mitchie joked.

They both laughed, "that's not what I meant! I just want us to all be friends."

A loud group of laughing kids walked down the hall, girls were desperately begging for his attention.

"I don't know what's so great about him." Sierra asked as Mitchie closed her locker not bothering looking at that direction.

Sierra was talking about the 'it' guy. Shane Gray. He had girls throwing themselves at his feet. It was disgusting in Mitchie's eyes. She didn't know how heartless someone could be and yet still have girls coming in and out of his house everyday.

"He's my neighbor, I've lived next to him my whole life and I still haven't figured that out. I have a 4.7 gpa. Einstein probably couldn't crack that." Mitchie said as she slung her heavy book bag over her shoulder.

"I got to go. Do you still need a ride?" Mitchie said as soon as the mob moved outside the school to the student parking lot.

"No, Caitlyn said she was going to pick me up. Text me if your down for that sleep over." Sierra said as she walked with Mitchie to the front of the school.

"Well it is a Friday. I was going to stay in and study but I highly doubt that will happen since party central lives next door."

"Alright! Well come over around 8."

"Bye." They said their goodbyes and went their ways.

Mitchie's tongue poked out from the side of her mouth as she dug around the bottom of her book bag for her keys.

Once she got them, she took a quick step back as a car speeded in front of her.

"Watch were your going geek!" The driver said.

Mitchie blushed as everyone looked at her. Her eyes met his cold brown ones. She felt her heart speed up.

Ignoring the burning sensation on her cheeks and neck, she reached her old truck. A Ford 86' pick up. The paint had chipped off but Mitchie didn't mind. It was cheap on gas and it still smelled like her mother.

As she drove from the parking lot she shook the feeling that Shane gave her. Once she got home she quickly ran in seeing her dads truck in the drive way.

"Daddy!" Mitchie ran inside and jumped on the couch that her father was lounging in.

"Mitchie moo, I've missed you." Steve kissed her head.

"I missed you too. How was Los Angeles?"

"It was alright but I much rather be here with you."

"Do you really have to go to all those business meetings? Don't you have a manager that could do that?"

"You know its best if I go. I'm sorry I have to be away from you for so long."

"Its alright, daddy. I know its your job. You're only providing for us."

"Did you have any parties while I was gone?" Steven smirked as he hugged his daughter to his side.

"Oh yeah, I had one every day. Crazy stuff that went on." Mitchie joked.

"How long are you in town for daddy?"

"Well, I have to see how Rob's been handling the store. I don't have plans to leave for another couple of weeks."

"Can we go camping?" Mitchie asked her dad with a hopeful smile.

"One of these weekends, baby."

"Good deal!"

"Do you have any plans for tonight?"

"Just hanging out at Caity's."

"Alright I'll see you when you get home."

"Love you dad."

"Love you too, sweetheart."

Mitchie hugged her father and walked up the stairs. When she got in her room she threw her bag on the side and undid the clasps of her overalls, letting it hang on her hips. Her shirt rose up a little showing an inch of her flat stomach.

She turned on her music as she swayed softly to The Beatles. She packed an over night bag and quickly changed into flare jeans and a blank tank top. She slipped on her flip flops as she walked into her bathroom to wash her face.

She looked at the reflection and grabbed her stomach. She was never pleased with how she looked. She never will. She never wore make up because her mother always told her that she didn't need to hide her beauty in ten pounds of make up.

Her stomach growled angrily at the emptiness. She ignored it and said goodbye to her dad. Her pony tail swayed with each step she took.

She was unaware of the boy who lived next door was staring at her, trying to break through that tough exterior.

The once close neighbors were now better at being strangers.