Book 1 in the Inside-series.
WINNER in the fanfiction genre of "Writing contest for all".
It's the first day of college and Kayla couldn't be more excited. She's been dreaming about going to a music academy her whole life, and now she's finally abou...
As I walk up the stairs, I actually feel nervous for what I'm about to do. What I'm nervous for, I have no idea. Maybe because I'm certainly not used to take an argument with someone, especially a person who have hurted me in some kind of way.
When I reach Shane's bedroom door I see that it's locked but I just stop for a second to take a deep breath and gather some courage. Eventually I open the door and just walk in.
"Have you never heard of knocking before?" he snaps from the other side of the room. He's standing by a huge window on the opposite wall with his back turned towards me.
I ignore him, close the door and sit down on his huge bed. Now that I think about it, I've never actually seen his room before. It's surprisingly stylish and clean.
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I almost expected his room to be more gothic/muderer kind of style. You know, posters of famous rock bands, devils and newspaper cut-outs of drowned kittens or something.
"Why are you mad?" I ask him. I don't understand, he knows what he's done and yet HE is the one to be mad at me?
He snorts. "Are you seriously kidding with me?"
"No? Does it look like I'm kidding?" I sputter. God, he's so annoying!
He doesn't answer nor turn around to at least look me in the face, so I stand up from the bed and take a few steps against him.
"Honestly Shane, I saw you"
He stays silent for a few more seconds before he answers.
"Good"
I shape my hands into fists and narrow my eyes at him, even though he can't see me.
"Good?" I ask, increasing the volume of my voice. He finally turns around with a murderous look on his face.
"I'm not acting like a fucking escort whore at least" he says with cold eyes and I gasp.
"What the hell are you talking about?!" I raise my voice even more.
"YOU started it" he sputters with a high voice as well.
"What? Who?"
"You and Trevor" he growls while shaping his hands into fists, so hard that his knuckles turn completely white. My eyes widen.
"Me and Trevor?! We haven't done any fucking thing!" I shout and he walks up close to me.
"DON'T LIE TO ME KAYLA I... I CAN'T DEAL WITH THAT RIGHT NOW" he shouts while walking closer and closer, and I take a few steps back in the same pase.
"I'M NOT LYING ABOUT ONE DAMN THING! WHY THE HELL WOULD I DO SUCH THING?!" I yell even louder, adrenaline pumping through my entire body. I don't think I've ever used as much swearwords as I have the last 10 minutes.
When I've uttered the last word in that sentence I've reached a wall which forces me to stop. Shane walks one more step, and our faces are only a few inches from each other.
"I saw how you whispered something in his ear and some people started cheering and laughing. When you walked out, everyone talked about how you were going to fuck in the bathroom or something. I thought that you were better than that, Kayla"
Well, that explains it all. He... He thought that I acted all slutty and brought Trevor into one of the bathrooms to have sex. I don't know what's worst, that he actually thought I could do such thing or that he believed in what started out as a joke according to Trevor's friends...
"Shane... Dave asked me to find Trevor so that we could practise on our duet in the recording studio. That was all" I say, and instantly it's like a million things are flashing by in his eyes. He backs away and sits down on his bed, and then bends forward and cups his hands over his face.
"I'm sorry" he whispers, and I can't believe what I'm hearing. Shane Harte, apologizing?
"It's okay, you didn't know-"
"Don't pity me" he snaps and stands up to walk over to the window again. I slowly follow him and stop right behind him, and he turns around to face me with the saddest eyes that I've ever seen.
He suddenly pulls me into a tight, almost desperate, hug.
"You're the only one I can trust, and I thought you'd let me down... Just like everybody else" he whispers and my hands carefully caress his back trying to soothe him.
"I would never let you down, ever" I whisper and I think I feel him sobbing against my shoulder, but I'm not sure since he tries damn well to hide it.
