Hey all! Hope you liked the first chapter! Right now I'm on Chapter 11, and that was all in one day. Anywho...here's the second chapter. Please R&R!!

I can love you much better,
If you can't see it your blind.
I can love you much better,
Oh you know some day I'm gonna make you mine...

Shane's POV

"Shane, Shane!" Mitchie called from behind me, making me tear my eyes away from that girl's alluring silhouette. I smiled when I saw Mitchie bounce up to me. God she was cute.

"Hey," I said coolly, wrapping my arms around her waist. I still longed to take a better look at the other girl, but I was kind of pre-occupied at the moment. Mitchie smiled at me then noticed the girl standing strongly on the other side of the gravel road.

"New girl?" Mitchie asked, referring to her. Apparently I wasn't the only one confused over her appearance. It seemed everyone around us was gawking at the sight of her. She was wearing her dark chocolate hair in a side bun with the ends of her hair flying out sporadically, and her hippie-chic outfit looked like it was thrown on, and not carefully planned like every other outfit in this camp. I had to admit she was drawing my attention.

"Yah…" I said, still gazing at her. There was something about her…something that pulled me to her. I just couldn't tell what. With one smooth motion, the girl picked up her bags—there were only two: one, a small paisley tote, the other, a worn light brown leather suitcase—and walked over to a man calling 'Jenna.' That's when I noticed it was Uncle Brown.

I walked over to him with Mitchie still clutching my waist. This year I was a councilor again—and so were Nate and Jason—so I decided I wanted to know more about this girl. Under the excuse of being a councilor.

Jenna dropped her bags by my Uncle. "You must be Jenna," He said, his English accent taking over the words. She nodded and slightly rolled her eyes. She obviously had an attitude problem. Mitchie and I finally reached them.

"Hello. I'm Shane and this is Mitchie—" I pointed to Mitchie, and we both smiled. "And I'll be one of your camp councilors. And Mitchie will be one of your fellow campers."

"Pleasure," Jenna said, accompanied with a short but polite smile, then turned back to my uncle. I couldn't help but notice the fact that Mitchie seemed slightly uncomfortable. Was it that obvious that I thought she was gorgeous? I turned to her and smiled. She smiled back, but it was, a little uncomfortable.

"Well since you're here Shane," Uncle Brown said as if accusing me of liking her, "Why don't you and Mitchie take Jenna to her cabin. She's sharing one with Mitchie." He said, handing them the key. Wait what?

We had both requested a private cabin for just us. And we both had the money for it now—Mitchie's record had gone to number one in only a few short weeks—and so we had expected it. Uncle Brown saw my confused expression.

"Sorry Shane," He whispered in my ear. "We had no choice. Ever since some of our campers were charged for possession right after camp, we can't risk it." He said. I looked at him. I wanted to ask who, but he left almost right after. "You'll be sharing a cabin with me and the rest of your band by the way," He yelled behind him. Mitchie and I looked at each other.

Fuck.