A/N: This is my first time writing for Camp Rock. Its actually my first time writing in a long time. I hope you guys enjoy :]

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Chapter One

"...And so when you take the square root of x you will get the value of-"

"Mitchie Torres, can you please report to the principal's office. Mitchie Torres, to the principal's office."

For the first time in my calculus class my eyes looked up from my notebook. I looked around the classroom and saw many of my classmates staring back at me. I can see they were just as stunned as I was about me, obvious shoe-in for valedictorian of our graduating class and all around goody-two-shoes, being called to the principal's office.

"Miss Torres," my teacher called to get my attention. I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at him. "I think they wanted you to go to see the principal today."

"Oh, right," I chuckled softly at Mr. Thompson's attempt at a joke, gathered my things, and left for Mrs. Carter's office.

As I walked through the deserted hallways my mind filled with all different kinds of reasons as to why I could be getting called to the principal's office. I finally reached Mrs. Carter's office and sat in one of the wooden chairs outside her door clutching my shoulder bag to my chest. To say I was the least bit terrified was an understatement.

"Miss Torres, she's ready for you." the office secretary, Ms. Smith, poked her head out of the door and informed me. I smiled and nodded before taking a deep breath and entering Mrs. Carter's office.

When I entered, she was hard at work typing furiously on her keyboard. I didn't want to interrupt so I lightly cleared my throat hoping to get her attention that way. When it didn't work the first time, I tried again only a little louder. Thankfully, it worked and I didn't have to hack up a hairball just to get her to look at me.

"Oh, Mitchie, please, take a seat." she said directing me to another one of those wooden chairs placed in front of her desk.

"Um, excuse my bluntness but why am I here? I mean, I always had this...notion that usually the troublemakers got sent to the principal's office in the middle of class and I am far from a troublemaker. I mean, I've never even been in detention...ever! I have a 3.94 GPA, I've never once turned in an assignment late, I take my standardized tests without complaint, I just don't see-"

"Mitchie! Whoa, take a deep breathe sweetie." Mrs. Carter laughed while I just politely smiled. I always had the tendency to ramble. "You're not in trouble."

Sigh. Of. Relief. I thought resisting the urge to exhale deeply and slouch back in my chair.

"You're actually here for many of the reasons you listed there. What I'm about to tell you has to be kept between myself and you. No other student can know about this understand?" I nodded my head, fully engaged in whatever she was about to say. I could tell it was of utmost importance. "I need for you to tutor my son in chemistry."

"Uh," I glanced down at one of the family portraits on her desk. "Judging by the photos on your desk, your son is a little...young to be learning chemistry."

Mrs. Carter grabbed on of the photos and took a look at it and laughed. "Well, considering he's only 7, yes, chemistry might be a little advance for him. I have another son, Mitchie. A, much older son. I'd say about a year older than you in fact."

I furrowed my brow and scanned the room for any more family portraits where there was a teenage boy in the photo but I found none.

"Another son?" I spat out slowly as if it was a foreign phrase to me.

"Yes, see, I was married once before and I had a son with my ex-husband." I nodded. Gosh did I hate hearing about teacher's personal lives. It made everything awkward. From now on every time I looked at Mrs. Carter I'd see 'divorcee with an estranged son'.

"And you want me to tutor him in chemistry?" she nodded. "Sure! Chemistry is my favorite subject after all!"

"Excellent, excellent. Well I'd like to get the tutoring started as soon as possible so how does this afternoon at Red Banana Stadium sound?"

"Um, Red Banana Stadium? Couldn't we just study at your or my home?" I said with a slight laugh. Did she seriously want me to tutor her son in the same stadium where that God awful Shane Gray was performing tonight? I did not want to be anywhere near Mr. King-Of-Tweens. It's not like I've actually met the guy so all my judgments on him were being passed by the asinine interviews I happened to see when my mom was watching one of those gossip shows. He was so cocky, arrogant and full of himself. He acts as if he's God's gift to music which he isn't. I can count a million artists that are better than him.

"See, Mitchie, there was a specific reason I chose you for this and not obvious salutatorian Sandy Garcia. I've passed by her locker a few times and I've seen the posters of Shane Gray hanging in there and-"

"I'm so sorry to interrupt but what does Shane Gray have to do with your son and me tutoring your son?" I said with a little laugh.

"Well, see, before I divorced my first husband, my name was Samantha Gray. I'm Shane Gray's mother. He's the son I want you to tutor." I really hope my mouth wasn't hanging open like I think it was.

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Yeah well that was the first chapter. I know its short but they'll get longer! It'll get more interesting too! I promise! Please Read & Review!! :]