I drove into Camp Rock, gravel flying behind my car. My tires squealed as I settled my silver, scratched - up Audi into a parking space. I stepped out and a few guys dropped like dead fish. I ignored them; I was used to it by now. I was a sex goddess now, and I had guys falling over me all the time. "Mitchie? Mitchie Torres, is that you?" I turned around to face Caitlin Gellar, the first friend I'd made last year at Camp Rock. "Hey, Caity! How are you?" She rolled her eyes. "Me? What about you? You look like the cover of a Playboy magazine!" I glared at her. "Thanks," I said, sarcasm coating my voice. "In the best way, of course," she said with a grin. "So, what is with your new look? Trying to corrupt some innocent kids?" I laughed in spite of myself. "No, of course not! I'm trying to corrupt one innocent kid," I replied with a mischievous grin. Caitlin raised her eyebrows. "Who?" I looked over her shoulder and grinned. "Shane!" Caitlin almost fainted. "Shane?" I rolled my eyes and turned her around. "Ohhh," she said. "I knew that." "Sure you did," I replied. "Mitchie? Mitchie Torres? Oh my God, you look...um...you look..." "Amazing," Nate cut in. "Exactly the word I was looking for, Nate," said Shane. "Uh - huh," said Nate, "I'm sure it was." "Actually, the word I think you were looking for was sexy," I said. Shane blushed. "Ohh, he's blushing! You got him to blush!" cried Caitlin. Shane smacked her arm. "Oww," she whined. "Naaaate, Shane hit me!" Nate laughed. "You're so cute." Caitlin giggled. He'd never called her cute before. Nate blushed. "Well, you're cute, too," she said. He blushed a deeper red, and Shane started to laugh. I smacked his arm. "Ouch, Torres! That hurt!" "Shut up, Grey. They're having a moment." Just then, a black Mercedes pulled up, and I felt myself tremble inside. The Mercedes parked and then a blonde headed God on Earth stepped out. The Heathen God locked up his car, looked around, spotted me, smiled and walked over. I felt my knees go weak at theh sight of him, and now that he was standing in front of me, I nearly fell. "Mitchie, who's this?" I blushed at my rudeness. "Guys, this is Chad, my boyfriend. Chad, this is Caitlin, Nate, Jason and Shane," I said, pointing to them respectively. "It's nice to meet you, love interest I was never told about," said Caitlin jokingly, giving me a meaningful look. "I wanted it to be a surprise," I replied slowly, looking up at Chad through my eyelashes. He didn't look happy. Oh, crap. "Well, Caity and I had better get going, put our clothes away, get settled," I said, hoping that by the time I saw Chad again, he'd have cooled down. "Okay, we'll see you later Mitchie," said Shane. I gave him a small hug, glancing sideways at Chad to gauge his reaction to that. I downplayed my hug to Shane by hugging Nate and Jason as well. He looked downright tyrannical. I turned back to Chad and stretched up on my toes to kiss him. "I'll see you later, ok?" He tightened his grip on me, and I whimpered. "Actually, I want to talk to you," he replied. I knew I didn't have a choice, so I nodded. "I'll catch up with you in a bit, ok Caitlin?" She nodded quickly. "Okay." Chad put on a smile for my friends as we walked away, but as soon as we were out of their sight, his smile turned into a scowl. He slammed me against a tree in a secluded spot. "What were you thinking, hugging those stuck up popstars? I am the only man who is allowed to touch you, and you know that!" he growled. I cringed away from him. "Chad, they were just hugs from friends. It's no big deal!" He glared icily at me. "No big deal? You know the rules in this relationship! Only I am allowed to touch you!" His right hand came across my face hard, and my head flicked violently to the side. This same scenario has played out a million times, sometimes ending with the one slap, and sometimes progressing into full blown beatings. Other scenarios have played out the same way...just different words. This was one of those times when he didn't stop with the one slap. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and threw me on the ground violently. I didn't get up. I knew he would just throw me down again. "You will learn to follow my rules, you worthless little whore!" He kicked my right side forcefully a few times before walking away. I stood up slowly, wincing. My hands were scratched up, there were sticks in my hair, my face was covered in dirt, and all I wanted to do was kill myself. I dust myself off the best that I can, shaking out my hair and pulling it forward to cover my face just in case there was still a red mark where Chad slapped me. I walked to my cabin and found my bags sitting on the bed next to the bathroom. I smiled absently - Caitlin never liked being close to any doors when she slept. Her bed was on the far wall, pressed into the corner. If she could, Caitlin would sleep in a box. That way, she says, the walls couldn't fall in on her. I wish I could stay in a box all the time. That way, I'd be safe. Safe from anyone but myself...on second thought, I'd rather take my chances outside of the box. I walked into the bathroom and examined myself. There were a few small scratches on my face, and a red mark remained on my left cheek. There was dirt in my hair, on my clothes, and all over my hands, so I decided to just take a shower. I stripped off my shirt to examine the place where Chad kicked me. Already bruises were forming - large, purple, disfigured shapes. I stripped the rest of my clothes off and dropped them on the floor - I'd wash them later. I turned on the water and let it heat while I took two towels and a washcloth from under the sink. I put my shampoo next to the shower curtain, on the side of the tub. I set my razor right next to it, and my toothbrush and toothpaste right next to that. I stepped into the shower and let the hot water run over my face and hair while I scrubbed my hands. I took the washcloth off of the small rack in the shower and wet it before washing my face. Then, I shampooed my hair. While the shampoo worked, I washed my arms and neck. Then I shaved my under - arms and in - between my legs. I rinsed out my hair and then I lathered my right leg up with shaving cream. I worked methodically, starting with the right side of my leg and going left. I rinsed excess shaving cream off of my leg once it was smooth. Then I repeated the process with my left leg. I turned off the water and stepped carefully out of the shower. I wrapped a towel around my hair and one around my body. I went into the bedroom and picked out a few clothes to put on. I went back into the bathroom and dried myself off, including my hair. Then I dressed in the clothes I'd chosen. I walked back into the bedroom and sat on my bed, then pulled out my songbook.
So, what do you guys think? I am not sure how to continue quite yet, but I do have an idea for the first meal scene. Ideas on how to continue up until that scene would be greatly appreciated!