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CHAPTER ONE
Tess Tyler owned Camp Rock. It was unofficially official. She slid out of the limo's smooth interior onto the grounds of the camp. She flipped her shimmering golden hair over her shoulder, and slipped her Gucci shades on. It was the entrance Tess had been practicing in her full length mirror the night before, until it was utterly perfect.
Everything about Tess had to be that way. Utterly perfect. Her hair, her coffee, her outfit, her routine. If it wasn't she made it that way. Gustav would be called for a 300 blow out. She'd order a couture dress from Paris, priority shipping. She would send her coffee back for another one. She'd fire whoever made the dance dissatisfactory.
She had a very precise way of running Camp Rock: you shined bright, and you destroyed everyone who shined brighter. Tess knew she was a royal bitch, but there wasn't anyother way to rule efficiently. Fear and intimidation were weapons, and friends and feelings didn't exist. Tess Tyler had spent three years on the Camp Rock A-list. She had only slipped up once - she tried never to think about it. It was too painful. She vowed to never let anything mess her up again. Except her Huge Mistake was there, right infront of her. He was sitting on the picnic table, guitar in hand. He strummed a memorable tune, and she shuddered at hearing its chords. Nate Black was not back at Camp Rock. It was impossible. She squeezed her eyes shut behind her dark shades. When she opened them, he was still there, talking to his band mates.
Tess swipped an extra coat of lipgloss across her already glossed lips. This was going to take everything she had.
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Nate Black knew what it was like to be crushed on. There were thousands of fan girls that crushed on him, wanted him, lusted after him and wanted him, but he had only ever felt that way for one person. He was sure that was her two tables infront of him. No one looked like Tess Tyler; no one could glow like she did. Nate stared intently at the back of her blond head, willing her to turn around. Tess turned her head - but it was only to whisper to her friend, Ella. She hadn't changed a bit. Tess was sitting at the same table with the same posse. Suddenly, her blue eyes met his. She whipped her head around quickly, before he could even crack a smile in her direction.
Tess didn't seem in a very smiley mood. Maybe he'd talk to her later.
A/N: I know its uber short, but I hope that didn't make it less enjoyable! Please review! - T.R.A