Alrighty this is a story that no one was supposed to see. I wrote it one day out of boredom in my italian class and my friend found it.

It's pretty much my high school with differenet names just in case they found it. I fixed it for camp rock.

I don't know how the end is going to work out in this story like smitchie or another one you will have to wait and seee.

Tell me what you think about a story that was never supposed to see the light of day. It could be awful but im giving this a shot.

Please be nice

I don't own camp rock.

song used because of you by Neyo


It all started right here in this hallway almost 6 months ago. If it hadn't had been me being so forgetful and if he wasn't listening to that stupid ipod of his, this would have never happened. Now that I am standing here in this hallway thinking about how everything happened and unfolded, I can't stop crying. and I HATE crying.

You are Probably sitting there thinking, What the hell? There is some randomgirl, all dressed up and crying in a hallway. Well it's all because of me and my stupid dreams and of corse HIM.

I make such an idiot out of myself whenever he is around.

It started out like any other day. I woke up late, ran to the bus, ate waffle strips with syrup in a paper cup, Caitlin talked about Jimmy Nuetron and laughed at her phone. As soon as i got in school some girl was already fighting with a security guard because he took away her phone. I ranto my locker with the huge volleyball bag on my shoulders, shoved Bryan and this kid i can never speak to again out of my way and stuffed everything into my horrible smelling locker.

"hey Mitchie", Nate said while walking over to me.

"hey what's going on?" I asked back with a smile.

Nate is one of those kids you have to love. He is so nice it's like crazy. He is my neighbor and he is a normal visitor at my house. Most people find him annoying because he tends to go on and on about nothing. That's just the one thing that goes against him, a lot. He is a pro at my so called "mitchie sarcasism". You could say were best friends.

"School." he added bluntly.

"Really well good luck with that." I closed my locker and started walking the other way.

"Wait," he said, "aren't we gonna walk to homeroom?"

"uh yea," I started a little confused considering we have 15 more minutes and usaully we walk together if I see him and Rob walking that way," I just need to find Cait and Lola, Cait has my math homework."

I made up that really lame excuse and walked away not looking back. Ok that was wierd. When I made my way over to my friends I decided to not tell them becuase the are convinced that I'm in love with him and vice versa. But that can't happen I'm Mitchie Torres and he's Nate Black.

"Hiya!" Lola greeted me with a hug that was VERY uncomftable and started to play with my hair.

"Will you stop please, your hands are all sticky and gross." I screamed in a whisper. Her clammy hands are really gross , so we joke about it all the time.

"Sorry" she sounded offeneded but she smiled.

Around 7:57 I thought that it might be best to get to homeroom before my homeroom teacher locks the door and marks me absent.I was making my way there when Nate joined my side and started rambling about missing his old spanish teacher, Mrs. Cici.

After 15 minutes of pointless announcements about the softball carwash and Drama club, I was on my way to band with my "best friend" and Lola.

"So last night Bryan came over..." Ella started, but I didn't listen, I never listend, becuase every story is always the same. Either about her ex-boyfriend or her best friend, Tess. Now Ella and Bryan have gone out at least 30 times and they are the most ANNOYING couple you will meet. ella used to be my best friend. Ella and me were never apart. Until one day Tess came along and i guess she was better.

My band teacher ,Mr. Wronka , is crazy in love with music. He tells us constantly to feel the music, which i noramlly can but in band no way. So after a good half hour of him getting people tuned, getting Lola and Peggie to stay in thier seats and get everyone to stop talking we started to play.

You would think that we would play through the whole song after the big ordeal of getting people ready. nope. We played a total of 2 bars. That is just let me pick a note and play it for like 2 seconds.

"STOP! more emotion" Wronka said, which got grunts of dissaproval in reply, " you need to feel the music."

"You want us to touch what where?" screamed Sander trying to be funny, which didn't work.

Wronka looked annoyed and then he went on. That class took forever. 80 minutes of torture that feels like it takes 60 milllion years. So being excited to leave rushed out to the next worst class of high school. Chemistry.

Once I sat down, I went down to grab my binder. Which just so happens to be under my chair, in the bandroom, on the other side of the building, yay.

"Sorry Mr. Numm?" I asked " I forgot my binder can i go get it?"

"Well ... uh you..see, um.. Yes! Just give me a sec." Mr. Numm answered.

Mr. Numm is a really nice guy but the class he teaches and his unorganized self just doesn't help him out. WHile he was looking for a pass he went to get his glasses. Which of corse were next to his coffee mug, which was next to the passes and being spilled the drink all over EVERYTHING. He signed me a wet pass and i left.

From each room you could hear something different.

"yo miss i DOn't get it. This is mad hard.", sounds like my class.

"Please take out your homework packet." sucks to be them.

and the complete silence from each studyhall.

by the time I made it down to the band room my hand smelled like coffee and i was out of breath. While walking fast trying to reach the room HE stepped out of Brown's office. He was blasting his ipod to what i guessed to be something by Neyo. He was really getting into it. Dancing and singing like no one was there watching him. I will give him one thing, the boy can sing and dance. I started to laugh and he looked up. I don't know how he heard me. I waved shyly and he turned red.

"Hey Shane, don't stop on my account." I said thinking, well more like hoping it wouldn't get awkard.

Wrong. It got silent and overly awkard. You see Shane and me could be classifed as friends. Were on each others tops for Myspace and we hang out with the same people. So your asking how could it be awkard?

Well we were in, well in my words, a totally embarssing relationship. We went out in like 7th grade and it lasted 6 months. We didn't talk then and we both don't bring it up now.

But after we broke up he became like a sexgod to girls. Everyone LOVES him. He is pretty well known at this lame little school.

And my social status is on the edge of being known and being completely invisible.

He Pressed the play button which brought me back to the fact that is was akward. So i did something, anything to take away the silence. So I began to sing.

"Because of youuuu!"

He looked at me, laughed and joined in. We walked into the band room like dancing on stage. I headed to stright to my chair and looked at my binder under it looking very annoying. I picked it up and made my way over to the drums where SHane was playing the beat of the song.

We didn't notice the 3 band teachersstaringat us from the door way. AS we finished I laughed and asked him what he was down here for.

" I got in trouble for talking and got asked to stay after. So i stayed for a lesson." He said.

He opened his mouth again but I put my binder in the air, he closed his mouth.

"Alright I got to go to class" I smiled and started for the door. I jumed and Shane looked up from his phone to see all 3 band teachers staring at us intently.

"Well Mitchell what are you here for?" asked Wronka. Everybody calls me mitchie BUT him. Teachers,friends, even doctors, I made it clear thats what I like to be called, "Here for a lesson?"

"No, I forgot my Chem binder." i said and started to walk for the door but Dee stopped me. She gave the other 2 teachers this look that was sort of creepy.

"You said you could play piano right?" she asked. (Random much?)

"Yes but I can't.." I started but she cut me off.

"What about another instruament.?"

"guitar?" I said with a confused look on my face.

"Really? show me." It wasn't a question it was a command.

"I got to get back to class." I said pointing towards the door.

"FIne come after school." Dee said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"I can't be in jazz band." I said knowing that she ran it.

"No" she was going to contuine but Brown came to my rescue.

"JUst come. after school."

"i got practice." i said.

"JUst Come after school." BRown said again a little more agressivly. And with that I left.

I got back to Chem not wanting to be there totally confused.

Protons, Shane, After school band, practice, and it's only 3rd period.

Great.