A/N: CARA DELEVINGNE AS SHAE VEGA

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H E' S M I N E

C H A P T E R – T W E N T Y - T H R E E

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Spence excused himself right after dinner, and I was mentally pleading for him to take me with him. We can telepathically communicate with each other, it's just that he seems to always ignore me whenever I do it. So he left the table and it was just Xander and I... and my mother. I wish she would get a call to go to work or something. This talk is so unnecessary because she already met Xander. She treats him like one of her sons, why is she doing this to me? I want to go.

Everyone was finished eating and I decided to take out my phone. Before dinner I was texting jay and I got his point of view of what happened, now I want Troy's. I'm like their biggest shipper and I want to know everything that takes place between them, except sex. That's not for my ears. Unfortunately, as I began texting Troy, my mum told me to put away my phone and I was forced to pay attention to this conversation. I mean, I would have been totally okay if I could have just stayed on my phone throughout it all, but I have to stay alert. It's so fricking stupid.

She began asking Xander about his plans for the future, which she already fucking knows. She knows it all. Then after she got answers she already knows, she went on to ask personal questions. And I don't mean questions like what was your first pet's name, because she knows that already. It's questions that no teenage couple ever wants to fricking answer. She began talking about drugs, smoking and alcohol, then sex. Then she began giving him scenarios to comment on and it was just horrible. I can't believe this is my life right now.

"Uh I highly doubt we would be put in that situation..." was Xander's answer to one of her crazy ass scenarios.

"Okay, maybe not," she says and nods her head, "But I need to know you will protect my daughter at all times."

"I will," Xander nodded. It's like he's going to fucking marry me.

"Mum, is this necessary? You already know Xander."

"Yeah, but now he isn't just my son's friend, he's my daughter's boyfriend, which is a completely different situation," she tells me and I slouch in my seat. Xander smiled at me and took my hand below the table, but I was still annoyed.

"Have you ever dated another one of your friends' sister?" she interrogated. Xander glanced at me, "Uh yeah, once."

"Hmm..." mum says as though she's processing it to ask another question which would be totally irrelevant to our relationship. I groan loudly, "Mum, please stop. I mean, come on, you know him like the back of your hand. Can't he just go?"

My mother bit her bottom lip then sighed, 'Your right, honey. I just need to make sure he's right for you. I mean, some guys only chase sex, which is not what I want for my daughter. No offense, Xander."

"Uh... no problem..." he says confused. I smiled, "Okay, great. Xander won't hurt me, and this is over." I hurriedly got up and pull on his hand. I rushed out of the kitchen as Xander called, "Good night, Ms. Shae!" I wanted to laugh but I also wanted him out the house. Who knows, maybe she might call us back. I don't want that. I rushed him out of the house before my mum could reply and slam the door closed behind us.

"Don't ever stay for another dinner," I breathe. Xander chuckled softly and ran his fingers through his hair. "It wasn't that bad."

"It's okay, you don't have to lie, she isn't listening," I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, okay, it was horrible. I'm never coming back for dinner," he sighed. I laughed and wrapped by arms around his neck. He leaned down and connected our lips. I guess I'm sort of, a little happy that my mum did this. I mean, her strange as hell scenarios made some sense and I have to admit I wanted to hear Xander's response to them. I'm never admitting that to her of course.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" He asked as I pulled away.

"Uh tomorrow, I'm actually going to Chelsea's."

"Oh yeah, right."

"Text me her address please," I request.

"Sure thing, love."

"Yeah, so goodnight," I smile at him and lean in to peck his cheek.

"Goodnight, babe" he replied and pecked my lips. I couldn't resist the smile finding its way on my face. Xander laughed and looked down at our feet, then he walked away, like an awkward idiot he is. I grin and turn to go back inside. I found my mum waiting at the door for me with a grin on her face. I sigh and tried to walk past her, but she took ahold of my arm and pulled me back. I laugh softly and push my hair back.

"He really likes you," she stated the obvious. I grin, "I know, mum. That's why he's my boyfriend."

"Yeah, I'm just saying."

"Okay..." I mumble and she let go of my arm. I went upstairs with no one bothering me again, thankfully.

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I wish the drive to her house was longer. I have no idea how I'm going to do this right now. I wish Jay and Troy were here with me. I need them to help me get through this. How am I supposed to tell her I was (and still am) in a relationship with her ex-boyfriend. And the reason he wasn't really into her was because he was into me. This is going to be horrible.

I sighed as I pulled up at her house. I parked in the street, immediately noticing she was home and her parents was home also. Everyone is home. Whoopee.
I guess I have to take her out. I don't know where, but I'm not going to tell her that shit when her entire family is home. Plus, I would be her ride back, so she won't leave until we're friends again. Or at least we came to an agreement to disagree.

I walked to her front porch and knocked on her door. I bit my bottom lip nervously and tapped my feet on the ground. Why is time ticking so slowly? Someone please answer this door before I go insane.

The door swung open and thankfully Chelsea appeared and not her family member. She wore a bitchy expression and swung the door closed. But before it could actually close, I acted on impulse and shoved my foot between the door and the frame. Because of the force she used to slam the door, it sent a chilling pain throughout my foot which I felt all in my head. My eyes widened and I let out a scream that made her immediately open the door again. How nice.

"Fuck! This shit hurts!" I groan and went down on the ground to comfort my foot. What the hell is her fucking door made of? Iron?

"Oh my gosh, Shae, I'm sorry," she came to my side. I decided I should just ignore the burning pain of hell in my foot and get on with what I came to do. I came to apologize and explain... or maybe it's the other way around.

"Uh uhm can I... can I talk to you? Please?" I say through the pain. I was still sat on the ground and honestly didn't feel the need to get up and use my foot at all. But I have to. Oh shit, I'm going to have to drive... nice.

"Yeah, sure, I guess. Do you want help up?" she asked me. I groaned and nodded at the same time. Chelsea helped me up and I somehow managed to get to my car. I would have never thought a door would be the wood that would have me walking like this. I climbed into the car and Chelsea, who already looked like she was going out, entered in the passenger seat. Don't her parents worry about if she's leaving the house? If it were my mum she'll fucking follow the car I was entering then dragged me out of it when it stopped.

"Where are you taking me and why?" she asked as she pulled her seatbelt across her chest. I sigh and painfully began to drive. I don't reply to her question, only drive. She must learn not to get in the cars of people you aren't talking to. I should take her to a bat's cave or some shit like that. I'm not going to do that obviously. The drive was silent for the thirty or so minutes we've been driving.

Chelsea was looking outside the window and not paying any attention to me. She obviously hates this right now. I know it must suck to be in a car here with me. I pretty much acted like a royal bitch towards her. I can't change the past, but I can change what might happen tomorrow.

We arrive at the abandoned house, but Chelsea didn't move. I planned for her to step outside so we could talk but she wants to stay in, so I closed my already open door and sat to face her.

"Why did you bring me here?" she asked, keeping her eyes forward. I bite my bottom lip.

"First, I would like to apologize, and I couldn't do that in your house with you parents and whoever else..." I say to her, "Listen, I know when we were here last time, I was a bitch, like a huge one, and I'm sorry. But the only reason I acted that way was because I needed you to stay away from me."

She surprisingly turned to me and asked, "Why?"

"Uh because I was afraid... of your reaction..." its best I just say it, no straying from the point now... "When I tell you that... uh... I..."

"Shae, just get on with it, please. I really don't want to be here right now." Now that I think about it, it was a pretty stupid move bringing her here. I'm telling her bad news where her brother died. Gosh, I really suck at this apologizing thing. Chelsea's phone began to ring as I was about to say something and she accepted the call. I sigh and face front. This can't be fucking happening. I'm finally going to be honest and she gets a fricking phone call. She was on the phone for like an entire minute and was going to continue but I tugged the phone from her hand.

"Chelsea, Xander and I are together," I blurt, "We've been together since the last year."

Her eyes widened and she grabbed the phone from my hands then exited the car in haste. I cursed under my breath and rushed out the car also.

"So while I was his girlfriend you were sleeping with him? He was cheating on me this entire time? With you?!" She screamed. This is all going to hurt her voice tomorrow. She should take a deep breath and speak softly.

"Uh it wasn't just sex, Chelsea."

"What? So it was an affair? You two had a serious relationship behind my back?" she shouted at me. Her eyes were raging and she just had that look of pure hatred. I deserve it.... sort of. It wasn't my fault she wasn't a good girlfriend.

"It's not like you even liked him! You only used him as an anchor or something after your brother died. You lost someone close and he was there so you jumped on him."

"What the hell!?" she screamed, "You don't know shit, Shae! You don't know what it's like to lose someone so you can't say shit!"

"How dare you say that? You barely fucking know me, you don't know my life! My fucking father died fighting for this shitty country! I know what its fucking like to lose someone! I know what it's like to be expecting your father home for Christmas but instead you see the god damn black car that he promised will never have to show up at our front gate!" by this time, I was already in tears. I never spoke of this with anyone and it sucks ass that I have to say it in these circumstances. "But I wasn't so much of a fuck up to move out of my house and be a fricking annoying leech to the people who were actually nice to me!"

"Shae, I'm sorry about your dad," she says, lowering her voice from that ear bursting volume, "But how could you do this to me?"

"I didn't know you when we started and I didn't want to know you. I found you annoying and clingy because I didn't know your story. But when stuff happened and you told me why you were like that, I felt guilty. During that time Xander and I were separated. We only recently got back together and that was after you dumped him. I didn't want to go public with our relationship because you were the only thing on my mind. I needed to make sure you were okay. Chelsea, I really am sorry for hurting you like this, it honestly wasn't my intention."

"About a month ago, Xander decided he wanted to break up with you, but he wouldn't actually do it until he was sure you would be emotionally stable. He didn't tell me about your brother then, so I had no problem with that silly plan. I was supposed to befriend you and like teach you to be more independent or something. It was all so you wouldn't break down or something... he cares for you."

"Really, Shae? You think this is caring? You think cheating on me for a year is caring? It's embarrassing. I look like a fool."

"No one else knows... besides Jay and Troy, and Spence. But they didn't tell anyone."

"Gosh, they probably think I'm so stupid. I bet Spencer told the entire clique and they all fucking laugh at me...." she says mostly to herself. I'm offended that she would think of my brother that way, but I can't begin to quarrel on another topic when I have barely resolved this one.

"No, Spence wouldn't do that. Neither would Troy nor Jay," I clear my throat, "Look, you can go ahead and hate me for eternity, because I deserve it, but at least talk to him. He cared for you and I don't think he deserves the silent treatment. I mean, I know he loves you as a friend."

"Why would you even ask me to be your boyfriends friend?" she rolls her eyes at me.

"Because I trust him, you know. I know he wouldn't do anything, and I know you wouldn't do anything," I raise my brows, hoping she doesn't start to quarrel about me thinking of her as a slut or whatever. I know how girls can get seeing as I am one.

"I don't know if I can forgive you..." she says.

"It's okay, I get it. I'd fucking murder a bitch if she had a relationship with my boyfriend. Hell, I'd murder him too."

"So why do it to me?" she asked, expecting an honest answer.

"uh... I don't know. I guess I was a bitch, probably still am, but that's not the point. I mean, the thrill of being with a taken guy felt amazing. And when he told me little things that makes a girl's heart flutter, how could I not? Xander was it for me, and I didn't give a shit about who got hurt. So I'm sorry."

"You are a bitch," she points out, "But you aren't a completely horrible bitch. And forgiving you would be the right thing to do..."

"Don't do it unless you feel comfortable..."

Chelsea smiled at me, "I missed you, Shae."

"Surprisingly I missed you too," I say bluntly.

She sighed, "You're so hard to like," Chelsea stepped to me and slowly wrapped her arms round me. I seriously cannot believe this is happening. I would think she would hate me for the entire century and a half, but instead, she's hugging me. This is amazing. I missed her and now I have her. I hug her back and begin to grin like the Cheshire cat. We pull away and she held my hand, "Honestly, I'm okay with it. I'm just mad that you didn't tell me after all this time."

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. But look at it this way, people would automatically think I'm taking your sloppy seconds... if that makes you feel any better..."

"It kind of does," she smiled.

"And another plus, you can go prom with him if you want. I'm going with my brother."

"We'll see," she replied. I honestly don't give a damn about what the public says or think. That's their personal, fucked up and wrong opinion, I have no say on that.

"Okay, can we go back now, because my foot is killing me and I'm standing..." I tell her.

Chelsea laughed, "Do you want me to drive?" she offered and I began to nod my head immediately. I need to rest my foot. My poor, beautiful foot...