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    Sharmen: I Gotta Go…Part9

    “Way down, Way down, Waaaaaaaaay down-” Drew whispered as the lead singers voice got raspier. Shane stopped smiling and stared up at her from the hazy smoke that covered the room. Drew was right above her. She did a drum kick off the chair and landed in Shane’s lap. They both giggled as the song faded away.

    “That was some performance,” Shane let the smoke hang out of her mouth before finally blowing it out and passing the joint, that was almost gone, to Drew.

    “Wait ’till you see the encore,” Drew said in a ***** whisper before catching Shane’s lips in her own. Shane pulled back almost immediately, even under the influence of drugs and booze she wasn’t stupid enough to do this.

    “H- Hey, I’m with Carmen, Diz. You should know be-” Drew leaned in again and forced her body harder down and Shane’s, pinning her for a few seconds. Shane pulled back at the same time the front screen slammed.

    Shane pushed Drew off of her and ran to the window. Carmen was running down the front stairs like there was something chasing her. Jenny stood on the front stair’s yelling after her and jumping the steps 2 at a time trying to catch up to her. She bolted out the front door, her long legs propelled her over all the stairs at once and she left Jenny in the dust.

    “Carmen! Car!” Shane screamed, she wouldn’t have caught up in time if Carmen hadn’t fumbled with her keys. Carmen put both hands on either side of the door of her car and snapped around to face Shane.

    “That wasn’t what-” Shane stopped herself, that was just way to lame to say. “I want that i-it. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

    “But you did do it! I saw you!” Carmen shouted. Shane grabbed her arm as she turned around.

    “Baby-” Shane was stopped short as Carmen hauled off and hit her in the face. Shane stumbled backwards and tripped on a bush. She fell and laid splayed across the lawn. She was fine she could barely feel the spot where Carmen had hit her. It was a broken swing, one taken out of the sting of betrayal, not true anger or hate. But she couldn’t bring herself to try and stand up. She laid there, dejectedly sprawled out as Carmen angrily started the car and tore out of the driveway before Shane could say boo.

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    1. Ah, MCR in this chapter. How did I not notice that before? I’m probably always worried about what happens later in that scene to notice. Anyway, still love this. :)

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