Plot: Shy, timid, Nate Gray is an aspiring guitar player. The second his eyes land on the dark and quiet Mitchie Torres, his whole world changes. And due to a scheduling conflict, they have every class together now. Will they learn to like, possibly love each other, or just get sick of having to see each other almost every second of the day?
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Hey readers. I just thought I should make a Nitchie story for all you Nitch fans out there. This story is dedicated to SweetCrAzYCitrus. She was my first reviewer ever for any of my stories that I have up. Plus, I hear she is a huge Nitchie fan. ; ) So this goes to you.

Yes, there will be POV switches occasionally so if it bothers you, best stop reading now.

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You walk through the dark cold hallways of Kingston high, staring at your feet, praying that the day will end soon.

Even though it just started.

You let out a heavy sigh and start thinking of situations-rather-lyrics for a new song to write. As nothing comes to you right away, you hear slight snickering around you. You look up to see what's going on. The second you lift your eyes, they clash with another pair of light chocolate ones with small streaks of black eye liner beneath them. Not in the trampy way, when girls wear too much. But just the right amount that would make her eyes pop, or stand out. The entire 3 seconds it takes you to walk past her, your eye contact never breaks until you do pass her. You feel yourself actually stop walking just to take a look back. All you can see now is her dark brown ringlets barely bouncing as she walks, surrounding her shoulders gracefully. It is then that you notice the few people in the hall are laughing at her. You narrow your eyes at them as you start to wonder why.

She is wearing a very stylish, long, black, jacket that goes to her thighs, almost to the back of her knees. She was wearing dark blue jeans and black boots that were pulled up over them slightly, reaching her calves. Plus, she was sort of...gorgeous. So it couldn't be looks.

Then it hits you. This is a small school. And you pretty much know-or have seen everyone here in this wretched place. But you've never seen her. She is new. She knows no one and people are laughing at her. You narrow your eyes again, this time in pity. There hasn't been a new student in this school-in this town since two years ago. You are about to go catch up to her and introduce yourself when the ten minute bell rings. You sigh and look up to see her already turning the corner. You give up that thought until the next time you see her, considering that the school is so small, there will definitely be a next time.

You back up in the hall way until you are pressed up against a wall. What to do for ten minutes...

You know you would just seem like a loser if you hurried and walked to class ten minutes early. You decide you mind as well just stay here and lean against this wall until first period starts. You nod casually and grimace as your brother, Shane walks by. "Hey, Nate." he greets. "Hey." you mutter as he walks over to you and leans against the wall as well. "Seen Jason anywhere?" he asked. It didn't sound like he cared. Just like he wanted to make small talk to make things less awkward. Small talk could make you feel less ... awkward, you guess silently to yourself. It sort of makes you feel relieved. Like the feeling you get when finally someone says something randomly, and you feel so relieved that the silence is gone so you smile and continue the conversation as if it mattered. Even though it is the most pointless conversation in the world. But as long as you have something to talk about. Just until you don't have to bother to talk anymore at all.

"I think he is with his girlfriend." you say, looking down the hallway toward's Jason's locker. Jason is your older brother, besides Shane. You, of course, are the youngest. But only by a year. Jason and Shane are 18 and you will be within the next year.

Shane just nods. "So have you met the new girl?" he questions. For some reason, this small talk right here reels you in. "Have you?" you counter back. He shrugs. "Sorta." he mumbles. "She wont really talk to anyone." You nod with understanding. "I mean," you start. "I don't blame her. She doesn't know anyone. She just moved to a school where everyone knows everyone. That sucks." you sigh, hoping the bell rings soon. You just want to get this day over with.

Mitchie

You walk through the unfamiliar halls of your new high school. You sigh and roll your eyes slightly as you hear snickering. You look towards where it is coming from and you see that the people are actually laughing at you. You raise your eyebrows for a second before dropping them and keep walking. For some reason, you stare down this boy that walks by you. He seems to be the only one that doesn't laugh or judge you. Once your brown eyes clash with his, you pick up speed slightly. For some reason, you feel something in your stomach that you haven't felt in over a year. And it makes you scared. You don't want to feel that. Especially over some stranger.

Especially with what happened. With the reason you are here in the first place.

It was just that... the confusion in his eyes was different than in everyone else's. For some reason, you didn't find yourself annoyed at his curious glance. It almost seemed as if he were more confused as to why people were laughing at you, rather than who the hell you were.

He had dark brown curly hair. He was wearing a casual light blue, button-up shirt with blue jeans and tennishoes. Of course he was cute, but there was something about his eyes that make you shiver slightly. He seemed a little interested...

And you knew that that wasn't allowed. Never again would you trust anyone. There is no way in hell you are going back to that.

You sighed heavily and stepped into the counselor's office. You are hit with a warm breeze coming from a small heater and the smell of spicy cinnamon. You look around and see several scented candles. Your eyes narrow slightly before you hear a sickly sweet voice erupt your thoughts. "What do you need, hon?" Your eyes shoot up to an elderly woman as they clash with her grey. Her curly white hair tightly hugs her head as do her strange jeans that look like she wore them when she was a teenager.

When ever that was.

You fake a smile. "I need my schedule." you mumble. She nods. "So you're Mitchie Torres." she states in an as-a-matter-factly tone. You just merely nod. She sits at her desk as you just stand there. Sudden boredom washes over you so you look around the room, studying all the "inspiring" posters dedicated to school hanging up. You raise your eyebrows sarcastically and return your eyes back to the screen. "So what types of classes are you interested in?" she asked, not even bothering to sound as if she cared. "Uh, music and art...english, I guess." you mumble half heartedly. She just nods and adds English to the number one class on your schedule. "Well, it might take me a while to finish your schedule so you can go ahead and head to your first class and come by before second period to pick it up. Your class is in room 435." she informs you. You just nod and slowly walk out of the room, bumping into the curly haired boy. You immediately let your eyes fall to the floor as you walk out.

Regular POV

Nate walked into the counselor's office, eyeing the girl he saw the same morning earlier and stopping hesitantly. She looked away from him immediately. He narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth to say something in slight frustration. What was her problem? When he turned his head, she was already gone. He rolled his eyes and walked into the counselor's office just as the counselor left. He watched her leave, sarcastically smiling. "No, that's ok. I'll wait." he called with heavy sarcasm.

He sighed and let his eyes wander the room patiently. A different secretary walked in the room. "Hi, Mr. Jonas." she addressed him. He smiled politely. "Hey Mrs. G." he mumbled. "I just wanted to know-" the secretary sat down at the desk. "-how much extra credit I can get for my fifth period."

After about 5 minutes, everything was settled with Nate's schedule. The secretary left, the previous one walking back into the room. "Oh.." she whispered to herself, seeing Nate's name on top of the screen. "That's not right." she mumbled, changing the name to Mitchie Torres then printing it out.

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So this is it so far. Let me know what you think! This story is going to be short, like maybe 2 to 3 chapters. POSSIBLY more. Not sure yet. I will be updating "Chance to Say" and I already updated Murmur of a Heartbeat. So once again, this story is dedicated to SweetCrAzYCitrus. She was my first reviewer ever and she requested that I Do a Nitchie story. Lol. So this is your favorite couple, I am presuming. I hope you liked it so far! People! Tell me if I should continue this or not! I will try to update on "Chance to say" either today or tomorrow. Possibly sometime this weekend. Love you guys!

Lol random thought, but I was listening to "Dancing in the Moonlight" by Allison Stoner and for some reason, I think it went kind of cool with this chapter. Dunno. Try it. tell me what you think lol.

Have a favorite couple from Camp Rock? Or any other Disney movie? You can make a request if you want. =)