Hi, so this is my first fanfic so I'm pretty excited and nervous about it. It mainly focuses around Caitlyn and her relationships, with Luke, Mitchie and new characters. It's pretty corny with serious bits thrown in here and there, I find it easier to write like this and thought for my first fic I'd do something a bit light but still slightly complex. I have the first few chapters written out but they just need to be edited. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock

Caitlyn's POV

Even a new school couldn't steal my happiness; the buzz after Camp had ended that year had been epic. After singing our song and realising our efforts hadn't been in vain, that we'd saved Camp again, everything just seemed perfect. Then back in the cabin when Mitchie revealed her and Shanes kiss to us and smiled all night.

And now only two days later I was back in a new hell hole, also known as school, the 7th best boarding school in the country, I'd been kicked out of the other 6 for being disruptive. Purposely of course, trying to get my parents to send me to a public school, but always failing, as my dad said to me after my third boarding school abandoned me, there are plenty of boarding schools and only one kid, and one day one will break you. I could tell as I walked into this one, with the snobby girls in their posh clothes, all looking like supermodels, and the boys all looking like wannabe athletes, tall, fit and gorgeous, that this would not be the one, it was a typical rich kids school, great.

The woman, the assistant to the principle I think, walked me to my locker and pointed out all my classes on the way. Girls looked down at me in my faded jeans, grey top and red jacket, but I kept my head straight, trying to listen to the woman but her voice was a monotone, almost sending me to sleep. We finally reached my locker and she handed me a map of the school, a letter for my parents and some books I needed and wished me luck. I could see it in her eyes, she was thinking the same as the others that I couldn't be the girl in the reports, the trouble maker, but she was going to learn.

I opened my locker and stuffed my books in, reaching into my pocket to grab some photos of that summer: me and Mitchie, then me and Shane, Nate and Jason, then Shane and Mitchie, then me, Ella, Peggy and Tess, then me, Barron and Sander, and one of all of us. There was even one of me, Mitchie, Tess and Nate's girlfriend Dana, she seemed pretty nice but I had a feeling it wouldn't last.

"Nice photos Caitlyn," said a voice behind me I recognised from somewhere spinning round I saw...

"Luke I'm Giving You The Fire Williams?" I wondered, remembering him mainly for his voice and Mitchies descriptions of their first meeting and Tess' bitching.

"No it's I'm giving you the fire!" he sang earning flirty looks from a lot of the sluts around.

"Uh huh," I commented closing the door and walking away; I couldn't believe it, what are the odds that Luke Williams went to my new school. Well they're actually pretty high, posh gits like him tended to end up in my kind of schools, why couldn't I be normal like my friends, or at least home schooled like Tess, now allowed to be while touring with her mother.

"Caitlyn, wait up!" he yelled rushing after me but still managing to look cool.

"How do you even know my name?" I asked, we'd never spoken unless singing at each other angrily counted.

"You've got to know the competition," he explained, repeating what he'd said to Mitchie the night they'd met, Tess and Mitchie had already mocked him about it.

"Well Camp Wars is over, Camp Star won remember," I hissed, and then muttered, "Cheats."

He mumbled, "Jealous."

I laughed and growled, "You only won because Axel cheated, he texted everyone to vote for you, I even got a text asking me to download your song as my ring tone, as if!"

"You have to admit I was amazing," he beamed, stars in his eyes.

"Yeah I suppose YOUR CAMP was pretty good but Shane and Mitchie blew you off the stage," I grinned knocking the confident smile off his face, I continued, "Look, I'd love to continue this conversation all day but I've got to get to class, bye."

He shouted after me, "I'm not leaving you alone until you admit Camp Star is better than Camp Rock."

"You're gonna have a long wait," I bellowed, "Anyway I'll be out of here before Christmas."

We turned away from each other and marched in different directions, I wore a grin on my face that I couldn't shake off, maybe having Luke around wouldn't be too bad, finally someone who could almost match me in a argument, but with his pretty face probably not a fist fight.

2 weeks later

It was lunch time and I was starved but I still had no friends, of course after everyone found out I knew Connect 3 they'd tried to get close to me but I rejected everyone of them and now I'm an outcast, as per usual.

"Hey Caitlyn," yelled Luke, sitting opposite me at my lonely table at the back of the cafeteria. True to his word he hadn't left me alone, wanting me to realise the Camp Star was better than Camp Rock, which was obviously not true. I kept telling him Camp Rock was way more fun and had way better singers but he wouldn't leave me alone.

I was silent, as I'd learnt to be, like a stray cat if you fed him, or in the case talked to him, he'd never leave you alone.

"Camp Rock sucks," he teased. I kept quiet.

"You can't sing," he laughed. I ate some food, staring down at my plate.

"You have the worst dress sense I've ever seen," he beamed. I smiled at that one.

"I've been meaning to offer you dance lessons, because you know, you can't really dance," he smiled.

But that was the last straw; I stood up and cried, "Oh it's on now," rolling up my sleeves, "Can pretty boy handle himself in a fist fight?" -repeating my thoughts from two weeks ago with a vicious but excited smile.

"Not that into violence, what about a dance off?" he asked.

"Dude this isn't Camp, we're at school," I snickered rolling my eyes at him, what a performer.

He exclaimed, "A true performers can make anything there stage," and then he stood up on the table.

"You aren't serious?" I wondered shaking my head in dismay but got up on the table anyway.

He pulled out his phone, pressed a few buttons and Fire came on. I couldn't help it, I snorted.

"Do you know the words?" he asked.

"Oh I think I remember," I replied.

Then he started to dance and sing, an audience forming around him and clapping until it was my turn. Shocked faces when everyone realised that maybe I wasn't a better singer than Luke but I was a better dancer. Still we fought it out a long battle until the song finished and everyone applauded.

I brushed myself off and jumped off the table, picking up a water bottle from my tray and a cookie I still had left over and strode out the room, head up, always confident. I could see in people's eyes as I past them a new found respect, anyone who could take on Luke Williams like that has to be good.

"Caitlyn wait up!" he yelled rushing after me and still managing to look cool.

"What now," I groaned.

He paused as if it was hard for him to say and then finally grimaced, "That was pretty good."

"Thanks, uh, you too," I smiled slowly.

Luke Williams is being nice, who would've thought.

Thanks for reading, I hope you liked it and if not feel free to review and tell me why as long as it's constructive critiscism. I know the dance off thing is pretty corny, I originally wrote it for a laugh and then decided it set up the rest of the story well and reflected Luke's personality well, confident, bigger than life and dedicated to his arts. Oh and if you liked it please review too as it would make my day :)