A/N: This story is co-written by iwrite512 and LetTheRadioBreakTheSilence. iwrite512 will be writing the chapters from Shane's POV, and LetTheRadioBreakTheSilence will be writing from Mitchie's POV. Enjoy, and REVIEW!

Mitchie's POV

"Mitchie! Come on, let's…Mitch? What's wrong?"

Shit. I hated when people saw me cry. But there I was, curled up on my bed and sobbing like a little girl. I just wished Caitlyn would turn around and pretend she never saw me.

"Mitch, talk to me."

Well, I guess that was wishful thinking. She was my best friend, and I'd want to talk to her about this eventually, I guess. I didn't even know if I have the ability to form a coherent sentence, but here goes nothing.

"Ryan cheated on me," I told her through my tears.

"What?!"

Yeah, if you were that surprised, imagine how I fucking felt.

"He just called and admitted it. He must have been waiting for me to leave to tell me!" I explained.

I didn't get it. I'm nice, kinda pretty, I've got some talent…and I always seem to get left for some other girl. First it was Matt. He broke up with me and started dating some other girl the next day. Then there was Jesse, who broke up with me three days before the Homecoming dance because he wanted to go with someone prettier – and by that I really mean someone sluttier. And now this? Ryan couldn't even take the time to break up with me before hooking up with some other girl?

And it was different with him. Yeah, I liked the other guys. But I really thought I might have loved Ryan. I never said it out loud, but the thought was there. He was sweet, and funny, and really cute...he bought me this really beautiful necklace for my birthday. Matt hadn't even remembered my birthday, and Jesse bought me a DVD that I didn't even like for Christmas. Ryan wrote me notes and slipped them in my locker. He took me on cute dates. I thought we were perfect for each other, but obviously I was the only one.

I don't think I've ever cried that hard. I could barely breathe. I hated when my mind started racing like this. Just thinking that all of those memories probably didn't mean anything to him was killing me. How long had he been slipping sweet notes into her locker, too? Was it just one girl, or were there more?

I just didn't think I could deal with this anymore. I couldn't get hurt again. I wasn't even old enough to vote and I'd already had my heart broken three times. I was doomed to be hurt. Doomed to be left. Doomed to be alone. Why did I always give my heart away to guys that threw it on the ground? All guys are like that. They don't care at all.

"You know what?" I said, sitting up in bed. I could stop this cycle. "Fuck guys."

Caitlyn looked at me strangely. "Yeah…fuck guys!"

"No, I'm serious. Fuck them, I don't need them. I'm done with boys forever," I told her. And just to show her that I meant it, I took off that beautiful necklace he gave me and threw it across the room.

This was the perfect plan. If I never gave my heart up, no one would ever be able to break it. What was so great about having a boyfriend, anyways? Nothing. They all suck. Boys fucking suck. I hated them all, and didn't want anything to do with them for the rest of my life.

"Mitch, I know you're upset now, but when you are thinking a little more clearly…"

Typical Caitlyn, trying to talk me out of something. But she wouldn't be able to this time. My mind was made up.

"I'm thinking more clearly than I ever have in my life. I don't know why I didn't think of this sooner," I said.

I wiped the tears from my eyes, with one thought in my head. I will never, ever cry over a guy again.

"Come on, let's go get something to eat."

"Um…okay," Caitlyn replied, obviously a little thrown off by my sudden mood swing.

I marched out of the cabin with my head held high. I felt good about this. My life would be so much easier now. More importantly, with all the time and energy I was going to save now that I wasn't dealing with boys, I could totally focus on my music. I had what it takes. I was going somewhere. And I was going there alone. I didn't need any stupid guy holding me back. While all the other girls stand in their little circles and giggle about the cute boys at camp, I was going to be writing and practicing. They weren't going to know what hit them when Final Jam came around.

I could see plenty of boys as we walk to the mess hall, but I didn't care. I wouldn't look at any of them. I wouldn't talk to any of them. And, you can quote me on this, I definitely wouldn't fall in love with any of them.

"Oh my God, Mitchie, look!" Caitlyn squealed. "Shane Gray is here!"

I looked in the direction she was pointing, and sure enough, there he was, surrounded by a sea of girls. Poor girls, they were so naïve. They just didn't understand heartbreak yet, like I did. Oh well, they'd figure it out soon enough, I guess. Especially if the guy they were drooling over was a rock star.

"I don't care," I said seriously. Sure, he's hot. Sure, he's talented. But he's a boy, and boys are no good. I wanted nothing to do with any boy, no matter how desirable he may be. "Fuck Shane Gray."

And then she was looking at me like I just told her that I killed her dog. Good. That was the reaction I was hoping for. I wanted her to know how serious I was about this. The last thing I needed was for her to try to drag me on some double date with a stupid boy she liked and his stupid friend.

Shane Gray isn't special. He's just another guy. And all guys are assholes.