Hey guys! I haven't written in a while but I hope you like this and it isn't too hard to understand! If you have any questions please ask and I will clear them up in the next chapter!
SUMMARY: Caitlyn had simple instructions. Go to Camp Rock, Make Nate fall in love with her and find out his secret. Dump him and destroy his career. Easy Right? She thought so. Of course she didn't count on actually falling in love with him.
Disclaimer: What you already know, I do not own.
"Caity!" Ugh. I rolled my eyes as I heard my step fathers booming voice echo up the staircase and into my room. Even with my stereo at full blast his thunderous holler cut thorough it like a knife. He knew how much I HATED being called Caity. I had told him on several occasions that I would only respond to Caitlyn or Cait, if I let you call me that. But without fail, he continually called me Caity until I had no choice but to respond. Rolling over on my bed I switched off my ihome and slowly made my way down the stairs.
As you probably already figured out me and my step father don't have the most loving relationship. In fact, we don't really have much of a relationship at all. Harold Gibbens married my mother just after my 14th birthday, after only knowing each other for five months. They eloped while I was on a school fieldtrip and when I got home, BAM a new dad. To say I was shocked would be an understatement; I was so surprised that I fainted when my mom held up her left hand, showing a fist sized diamond on her fourth finger. It wasn't that I always disliked Harold, I really didn't know him in the beginning, other than the fact that he and my mom went out on dates often, he was 6'4 oh yeah, and he was LOADED. Now I know what you're thinking, Caitlyn's mom is a gold digger. Well guess what, you're wrong. My mother had no idea Harold headed a multimillion dollar record company until their third month of dating. He only told her that he worked for Shine Right Records, he didn't say how high up in the company he was. She truly loved him, for lord knows why, and they wanted to get married, so they did.
The unexpected happened when I was 16; my mother was on her way home from a business meeting when she was in a car accident. Her Honda was flipped three times and she was killed instantly, leaving Harold with the new house they bought and to his dismay, me. After my mother was killed I saw Harold's true colors come out. He was a competitive, selfish man who would do anything to earn money and destroy the competition. So while Harold was technically my Step Dad, he was really only a man that lived in the same house as me. We avoided each other as much as possible while I counted down the days until my 18th birthday and the day I could get Harold out of my life for good.
Reaching the bottom of the staircase I saw Harold sitting at the long dining room table with an unreadable look upon his face. Suspiciously I walked towards the end of the table before taking a seat furthest away from him. I looked into his cold eyes trying to see what he would want to talk to me about. It couldn't be school, my last day was yesterday and I ended my year with straight A's, so he couldn't yell at me for that. To be honest this was very out of the ordinary for him, attempting to make any conversation with me. An awkward silence hung around us as I scratched at the table waiting for him to say something. After what felt like hours of silence he finally spoke up, sitting high in his chair.
"Caity-" He began.
"Caitlyn" I said offhandedly, with a glare he continued.
"Have you heard of the band Connect Three?" I scoffed despite myself.
"You mean one of the most popular teenage bands in the world right now? No I've never heard of them." Sarcasm dripped from every word I spoke. I could see Harold's face turning red from across the table.
"Good." He forced out a grin. "That will make your job much easier." I felt my brows wrinkle in confusion.
"Job? What job? What are you talking about?" A wicked smirk replaced his forced smile.
"Well Caity" I held myself back from throwing something at him. "Connect Three is signed with my opposing record company, Open Star Records, they are also the only band that keeps their record sales higher than ours." I stared at Harold, confusion evident on my face about what this had to do with me, he simply continued. "I have been looking for ways to bring down Connect Three, get them kicked off the label or lose their fans, anything." Leaning back in my chair I groaned.
"Why isn't that a surprise?" Harold gave me a sharp look. "I still don't get what this has to do with me?" Reaching behind him he slid a pamphlet down the table to me. CAMP ROCK was written in big letters across the top, while pictures of kids singing and playing instruments covered the rest of the pages. "Camp Rock? What is this some kind of music camp?" Harold nodded.
"That's exactly what it is; I also have word from good source that the members of Connect Three will be working as councilors there this summer, something about their uncle owning it and them wanting to help out." Still not understanding the point I leaned forward.
"Well whoopee for them! I still don't understand what this has to do with me." Clicking his tongue Harold smirked.
"Patience my dear and I will get to you." Sighing I slumped in my chair waiting for Harold to continue. "The youngest member of the band, Nathan I think his name is, disappeared in mid September." At these words, my interest grew.
"What do you mean disappeared? He's a famous musician; he can't just fall off the face of the earth without people noticing and for no good reason." Harold nodded his head.
"Exactly, People did notice and started asking questions, but his company skillfully avoided every single one of them and the truth is yet to be revealed. Which leads me to believe that there is something to hide." He gave me a strange look. "That's where you come in. You will go to Camp Rock this summer, get close to this boy and find out where he disappeared to." My jaw dropped at what he just instructed me to do.
"I'm sorry are you insane?" I yelled rising to my feet. "You cannot honestly expect me to become friends with this random guy I have never met and get him to spill all his secrets to me in one summer! Not to mention I am not wasting my summer at some camp!"
"Oh please you know you would have a good time!" Harold scoffed. "You think I don't know all about your little dreams of becoming a music producer? You're mother used to talk about them all the time-" I felt my hand collide with the table.
"Don't talk about my mother to me!" I screamed feeling the heat rise to my face when he simply rolled his eyes.
"Whatever, I figured you might not be so keen on doing this so I have a proposition for you." He paused to meet my eyes. "The Gifford School of music." My breath caught in my throat as the words left his mouth. "That's right, I will send to you there for your senior year if you do this." I couldn't believe what he was offering me in exchange for finding out this guy's secret. Not only would I get a jump start on my producing skills but it would also mean I would get to live away from Harold for a whole school year. Suddenly I warmed up to the idea of Camp Rock.
"So all I have to do is be his friend and have him tell me why he was M.I.A. in September?"
"Not quite" I should have known, with Harold, nothing is simple. "I want you to make him fall in love with you. I want him to trust you completely, and then it will be more likely that he will tell you his little secret. Also, this way when you break his heart, and reveal his secret, his band will come crumbling along with them." I shook my head, disgusted with what I was about to agree too. But if it meant getting away from Harold and going to Gifford I would do it.
"How do I get him to fall in love with me?" I questioned quietly knowing he would already have this planned out. Smirking he handed me a file with the words Nathan Black written in bold letters. Skimming through it I found a list of favorite foods, movies and bands. How he got into music and info about Connect Three. Pretty much anything you wanted to know about Nathan Black was in my hands.
"Memorize it." Harold ordered. "Be his perfect match, the girl of his dreams." I shook my head; I couldn't believe I was doing this. "Once you find out why he disappeared, you tell me and then dump the loser. And I can make sure that his company dumps him." A wicked smile grew on his face. "But, if you should fail, bye, bye Gifford." A bit my tongue, stopping myself from saying something I would regret later. "I would start studying that thing now Caity, you leave for Camp Rock tomorrow morning." With that Harold left the room with a sickly smile on his face.
Running my hands through my curly hair I sighed. By tomorrow I had to be Nathan Blacks dream girl and something told me it would take me a lot of studying to get me there. Opening the first page of the folder I read the contents out loud.
"Favorite cereal: Cheerios…"
I have been away from writing for so long! I hope this didn't suck to badly but I was hit with inspiration and thought I should try this story out! The next chapter will be more exciting, and longer. Caitlyn will go to Camp Rock in the next chapter and meet Nate. If you want me to continue this story, review please :)