A/N: Smitchie, Smitchie, Smitchie. You guys know you love it. ;) I can make this story suck... or I can make this story... what's the word? Hot? But it'll only get good if you review. And I want lots of them... please?
Disclaimer: If I owned Camp Rock, I wouldn't be spending my time writing a fic about it. I don't own it... sadly.
Chapter One; Lingering.
"Who's that?" asked Mitchie Torres, staring at a guy from far across the distance, who was standing by a tree, his back resting on it, his arms crossed over his chest. He had a bored, yet amused look on his face as girls passing by him nearly passed out. Mitchie didn't blame them. He was the best looking guy she'd ever laid eyes on. He had dark brown, almost black, styled hair. He had those deep, dark eyes that could burn a hole through you. He had the sort of smirk that read, "I know I look good." Mitchie noticed he had quite the body. She could see his biceps bulging as he crossed his arms tighter, he had fairly great abs, she could tell from the tightness of his striped shirt. She almost forgot where she was.
"That?" Caitlyn asked, one eyebrow raised. She noticed Mitchie's gaze and smirked. "That's Shane Gray. You know, from Connect Three?" Mitchie's eyes lit up at the sound of that name. That was Shane? Wow. He looked even more sexy in person. Not that she ever met him or anything. His eyes suddenly landed on her, and she turned ashen. She felt her cheeks creep up with blush, and she quickly turned to her friend.
"I... didn't know he was going to be here," Mitchie said, her heart racing. Caitlyn chuckled.
"Don't even try," she warned. "He's a player. He gets a new girl each week, then dumps them once he's done... devouring them." Mitchie was stunned. Shane Gray, a player? Well, he did look like the type. He was the Hollywood bad boy, and who knew, maybe he actually did use girls to his advantage. Maybe they even used him.
"So he has a girlfriend now?" Mitchie asked out of honest curiousity.
"I'm not sure. But look at him," Caitlyn said, pointing in his direction, Mitchie slowly turned and regretted it. He was glaring straight at her and Caitlyn. She wanted to turn away, but that'd give away everything. "He's probably already got you written down in his mental datebook." Mitchie's blush deepened.
"Is that bad?" she asked. She hated being new. She hated being so naive, and asking so much questions.
"I don't know," Caitlyn shrugged, resting her arm on Mitchie's shoulder. "You tell me once you've been hypnotized." Caitlyn began walking away, and Mitchie followed after her, mentally rewarding herself for actually looking away from Shane, who by the way, was still watching her, pure annoyance in his eyes.
"Wait, wait, wait," Mitchie said, Caitlyn turning to her, her brown curls bouncing. "Hypnotized? You think I'm actually going to... fall for him?"
"Why not?" Caitlyn said in a whatever tone. "He's got so many chicks after him, it's pathetic. His latest ones Karen and Allie had a catfight while he was teaching dance class last summer. I wouldn't be surprised if one of them were dead by now." She laughed. Mitchie's stomach churned.
"I don't fall for guys like that," Mitchie clarified, her eyes wide.
"Who, players?" Caitlyn said, not convinced. "They're the easiest ones to fall for, Torres. And trust me, Shane is no different."
"Sounds to me like you've fallen in love with him," Mitchie teased, actually wondering if Shane had his way with her before, too. Caitlyn, however gave Mitchie a stern look, and then chuckled.
"Please. I didn't come here for rude, obnoxious assholes like Shane Gray. I came here to rock," she explained. "And you, you came here to do the same, didn't you?" Mitchie nodded.
"Good. Then come on, you can stay in my cabin. There's an extra bed," she said, locking her arm with Mitchie, who had an unsure look on her face. They began walking, and then suddenly realization washed over Mitchie's face. They were headed in Shane's direction. He wasn't looking at her anymore, but she was sure he was going to notice when someone was coming by.
Shit. "Uhm, why don't we go later?" Mitchie suggested, hoping to stall.
"Don't be afraid of him, Mitchie," Caitlyn said, already sensing that Mitchie was nervous. "It's not like you have to talk to him or anything." Mitchie nodded in approval, but still felt unsure. She had a phobia of being around guys who were... attractive. And Shane was definitely that. He changed his pose on the tree, and now had his hands in the pocket of his tight white jeans. He was looking around, supposebly for his next "victim". Mitchie felt uneasy.
They were growing closer, and she could see her and Caitlyn's shadow slowly hovering over him. She almost wanted to close her eyes. Shane cleared his throat, and suddenly glanced at them. Mitchie chose to keep her head down, but that obviously didn't stop Caitlyn from saying something. They came to a sudden stop, and Mitchie's heart froze in anticipation, wondering why Caitlyn had stopped walking.
"Hey Shane," Caitlyn greeted, smiling fakely. "Found your next stalkee?" Mitchie's eyes widened, but she kept them trained on the dirt ground. Shane looked back and forth between Caitlyn and Mitchie, and smirked, obviously noticing Mitchie's discomfort.
"Who's your friend?" he said, his deep voice so smooth, it was practically melting Mitchie's ears. Her cheeks turned even pinker. Oh God, what was wrong with her? Maybe she was starstruck. Or maybe she was just... hypnotized.
"Don't bother," Caitlyn scolded Shane, her grip tightening on Mitchie's arm. "She's taken."
Shane's smirk deepened. He took his foot off the tree bark, and came closer to Caitlyn. "It's never stopped me before," he whispered. Mitchie could smell him. He probably bought the most expensive colonge in the whole store. He smelled delicious and edible. If only they were alone. His eyes then flickered to Mitchie, and he raised his eyebrows.
"You mute, or did I turn you on?" he asked. Mitchie felt her mouth go agape. Had he actually accused her of being turned on? By him? She was at a loss for words. Even if she had them, she didn't think she'd be able to say them. And she didn't. It just made Shane even more cocky. He then turned on his heel, and walked back to the tree, standing there in his usual pose, as if he hadn't spoken a word to them.
Caitlyn rolled her eyes and tugged Mitchie. "Come on."
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Dance was one of Mitchie's least favorite things to do. But, she after all had wanted to come to the camp. So she had to oblige by the rules. Even if some of them weren't on her comfort level. She followed a trail of students to the dance studio, and eyed their clothing. Everyone had on simple, dress down clothes. Sweat pants, tank tops, and sneakers. While she had on tight purple jean shorts, and a too-tight for her bust shirt. Which, showed off her massage cleavage. In her mind, she looked like a mild-slut. Not good. She cursed herself for not asking Caitlyn what was scheduled for the morning.
Caitlyn wore a green hoodie, and black sweatpants, her hair tied up in a messy ponytail. She eyed Mitchie in the way a mother would look at her child if it attempted to disobey her. And that's what Mitchie had done... she'd disobeyed the dress code.
"What are you wearing?" Caitlyn whispered, walking up to Mitchie, who was gaining the attention of many male teens in the room.
"I didn't bring... sweatpants," Mitchie whispered back, her cheeks red with embarrassment.
"Great. Now you'll be getting a lecture from Shane," Caitlyn said, sighing. Mitchie's heart raced even more at the sound of that name. "Meaning you'll be late for breakfast."
"Shane?" she asked, confused.
Caitlyn exhaled. "He has this dress code... and if you violate it, you'll have a little private talking to, once class is over." Mitchie swallowed the bile that had formed in the back of her throat. Private talking to? Was that some way to ploy girls into sleeping with him? Maybe if she snuck back out to her cabin, she could play sick and miss dance class on purpose. She didn't answer Caitlyn, and instead, made her way through the campers, mistakingly bumping into a tall, pretty blonde haired girl, who instantly snapped once she go bumped into.
"Shit," she yelled, her lipgloss dropping to the floor, shattering into pieces. She whipped around to find who'd pushed her, and her penetrating eyes landed on Mitchie. "You bitch!"
"I'm - I'm sorry!" Mitchie said, to her defense. By now, everyone in the entire room was looking at her and the blonde. Probably hoping there'd be a fight. Mitchie then fled, her eyes focused on the door. She needed to get out before she had her whole face rearanged.
"Hey, where do you think you're going?" she heard the girl yell in a eerie, nerve wracking high pitched tone.
"Tess, calm down," a girl said. Mitchie fished through the students ignoring the cat whistles, and the glares. She was only three inches away from her escape. Only three... inches. Until suddenly, the door opened, and she stopped, dead in her tracks. It was Shane. She ruffled her hands through her bang and bit down on her lip in anticipation. Oh no. He was going to see her, and then he'd yell at her....
To Mitchie's surprise, everyone in the room straightened up upon Shane's arrival. They'd all gotten into place, and almost stood like soldiers. All but Mitchie, which left her the only one in the room, looking out of place. Shane's eyes rested on her, and they traveled all the way down to her cleavage. She could see his tongue threatening to spill out of his lips, but he kept his ground. His eyes slid back up to hers and she swore she saw them glaze over.
"Look's like somebody violated the dress code," he said, his voice low, although the room was silent, and everyone could hear. Mitchie swallowed, and her eyes landed on Caitlyn, who was trying to get her attention.
"Get in the back," she mouthed to Mitchie.
"And you know what that means, don't you?" he said, the words, don't you rolling off his tongue in a slow, seductive tone. Mitchie swore she could feel a slick of wetness dampening her panties. Which, to her dismay were freakishly thin. Don't get turned on. Don't get hynotized. Mitchie couldn't speak, so she just nodded her head no. Shane chuckled. "Of course you don't." He then closed the door behind him and slowly overlooked the students. "Will one of you explain to... her what happens when you dress... inappropriately?"
Oh, please, like what you do to girls is appropriate, Mitchie thought slyly. The blonde girls' hand shot up, and Mitchie could already tell that she was a kiss-up to Shane's incredibly gorgeous ass. He rolled his eyes and sighed, "Yes, Tess?" She cleared her throat, and glared at Mitchie.
"You have to watch the rest of the class, and you have to spend an hour cleaning up the studio afterwards, plus, you'll get a talking to by Shane." Mitchie was surprised, the girl didn't take a breath for anything. Tess smiled at Shane, but he chose to ignore it, instead, he glanced at Mitchie, and winked. A whole knew sensation went through her like fire to a fuel. If his plan was to completely arouse her, it was working. But she didn't show it. Her eyes traveled to her hands, and she picked at her stubby nails.
"You heard her," Shane said, gesturing to the back of the room. Mitchie sighed, and slowly walked over, hating the feeling of a thousand eyes on her. Only her second day at the camp, and she was already wanting to leave.
Kill me now.
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Dance class was over, and everyone was filing out. Caitlyn sighed, took off one of the hats that Shane had lent everyone, and then walked over to Mitchie, who was sitting in the corner of the studio, her hands gripping her knees. She had an apologetic look on her face as she walked over to Mitchie.
"This fucking sucks," Caitlyn said. "I hear Connie's making a good breakfast feast. Too bad you can't eat any."
Mitchie shrugged. "I'm not that hungry anyway."
"Well I am," Caitlyn said, rubbing her stomach. "I'll save you some if you want."
Mitchie shook her head. "No thanks. I can wait 'till lunch." Oh, no she couldn't. Suddenly, the sound of hard clapping broke up their conversation. Shane was walking over to them, his signature smirk plastered on his irresistably sexy face. Mitchie had to close her mouth to keep from drooling. She looked up at him, however. A not so amused look on her face. More like a look of what do you want?
"It was nice having you, Caitlyn," Shane said, sarcasm etching his tone. "But someone has some cleaning to do... and a little explaining, as well." Caitlyn rolled her eyes, and left, giving the door a nice, hard slam. Atta girl. Mitchie slid up the wall, Shane's eyes burning her the whole time.
"So where's the cleaning supplies?" Mitchie asked, her voice almost cracking. Dammit.
Shane laughed, catching Mitchie off guard. "There aren't any. Come on Mitchie, I'm not that much of a dick."
"How do you know my name?" she asked, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"I know a lot more than you think," Shane said, lifting a corner of his mouth. His eyes rested right back onto Mitchie's cleavage, and she felt the urge to pull her top all the way down, just to get him surprised. But she was too good for that.
"Aren't you going to get on with the speech?" Mitchie questioned. "I'm not getting any younger..." she chuckled.
"And I'm not getting any hotter," he said, arrogantly flicking his hair out of his face. Mitchie almost glared at him. Almost. But he was so annoyingly intriguing, she couldn't help but stare at him a little too much. Not that he didn't mind. He was used to it. He grinned slowly, noticing the warm pink blush washing over her face.
"I guess I should be leaving then," Mitchie concluded, figuring that there wasn't anything for her to do other than gape at him. She began to walk, but was stopped. His hand was placed a little too far on her chest. She could feel his fingertips slightly caressing her breasts. She wanted to protest, but couldn't. The way his fingers lingered on her skin, made her only want more. But she'd only be tempting herself, considering he wouldn't go any further.
"I should go," she insisted. His fingers were now tracing the borderline of her lips. God, she wanted him. She was getting intoxicated by his scent, she almost fainted from the pleasure. He was getting to her. She needed to get lost. Or she wouldn't be known as such a good girl anymore.
And she didn't want that.
Did she?
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