-Shane-

As soon as I got back to my cabin, I threw myself on my bed. I was so exhausted from teaching all these dance classes, and really sick of all this Camp Rock crap. Jason and Nate were supposed to be here any second, and I was sweating my face off. I reluctantly sat up and looked around the cramped room, there were clothes everywhere, and I thought I saw some dust forming on my nightstand. It kind of smelled like a dang forest in here as well. I hated life without cleaning help. Did they really expect me, Shane Gray, to clean my own room? No thank you.

When I finally changed, and made myself look half-way decent, Jason and Nate knocked on the door. Sweet, perfect timing.

"Come in!" I yelled, finishing tying my shoes.

"Dude! Your room looks like hurricane Shane touched down!" Nate exclaimed, picking up a dirty pair of pants off the floor.

"Not to mention it smells like a freaking forest or something in here . . ." Jason added.

"Seriously guys, who cares, it's a new . . . cologne," I lied.

"Cool dude, remind me to look for it when we get back," Jason said.

Nate shot me a look, he didn't always appreciate my sense of humor.

"Anyways guys, I'm freaking STARVING let's go get a burger or something," I said.

"Oh, is that what they're serving in the mess hall today?" Nate asked, as we filed out the door.

"Um . . . how would I know? Aren't we going to that Burger Barn down the street?"

"Shane, dude, the deal is you have to stay at Camp Rock ALL summer, you can't just leave for a cheese burger!" Nate exclaimed, looking a little irritated.

I was so mad! I thought since the guys were here I could leave this shit hole . . . but I guess not.

"Guys, they all STARE at me when I eat in the mess hall, and if you are there they will pathetically stare even more," I complained.

Nate rolled his eyes. I guess we were going to the mess hall.

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The dining area was bustling with hungry campers, but I was SO hungrier than all of them. All I wanted was a cheese burger! To my dismay, they were serving chicken pot pie, and I HATED chicken pot pie. As I walked into the room the place seemed to stop, and I was almost positive a few people dropped their lunch trays. Eyes were all around me, like I was on a freaking tv screen or something.

"You weren't kidding dude, they DO stare at us," Jason said.

"No, they are staring at Shane," Nate pointed out.

There were a few "OH MY GOSH IT'S SHANES!", and "HE'S SO HOT," as I made my way to the lunch line.

"Can't a guy get a cheese burger around here?" I proclaimed to the lady serving the food. She looked a little upset, but I didn't care. Chicken pot pie was so sick.

"Sorry, that's not on the menu today," she replied cheerily, but I could see the hurt behind her eyes as she plopped a chicken pot pie onto my tray.

As we walked back to the table, Nate was getting really pissy with me.

"You can't just be mean to people like that, that lady probably spends half the day cooking all that food," Nate said, shoving his fork into his own disgusting pie.

"I don't think coming here has changed you at all," Jason said, "you used to love everything about Camp Rock, including the food."

"I don't know guys, it just seems like everyone is so immature around here," I said, "Look at these people."

The majority of the room was watching me not eating that sick chicken pot pie.

Maybe I could order a pizza later. I could go for some pizza.

"Like, girls? We used to love Camp Rock girls," Jason said, "Hey, you guys remember what we used to do?"

"You mean the dares," Nate laughed, opening his milk carton, and taking a sip.

I smirked. Ah, the dares. Our biggest Camp Rock secret. The last year we went to Camp, we had this pact at the beginning of Camp, that we could get with a girl that one of us chose for another. Let's just say . . . I was the only one to succeed.

"Ha, I totally beat you guys last time," I said.

"You ALWAYS beat us," Nate noticed.

We had brought the dare game to a few parties . . . and on the road with us a few times.

"You know what guys, DARE me, then maybe Camp would actually get interesting," I decided, sitting back in my chair and looking around.

This would be a cinch. Every girl in Camp was drooling over me.

"Okay, you chose Nate," Jason decided.

Shit. It was always harder when Nate picked.

"Um . . . her," he pointed way in the back of the room.

There were two girls sitting at the table, one, kept staring straight at us, and the other was staring down at her pot pie like it was poison. At least I wasn't the only one who thought this food sucked.

"Which one? " I asked, praying it was the cute staring one.

"No, the one looking down, doesn't she look pissed?" Nate laughed.

Shit. This was going to be harder than I thought.

"Dude, that girl's probably a virgin!"

Nate and Jason laughed.

"Shane . . . are you saying the champion of the dare game is giving up?" Jason asked.

"Hell no . . ." I said, unsure of myself.

The girl looked up, and I thought I recognized her from one of my dance classes. She was a quiet girl, if I remembered correctly. She was actually really cute, with medium brown hair, and straight bangs. She seemed unsure of herself, and a little upset, like she had been crying.

I could do this. I could comfort her while she was upset, then she'd be in the palm of my hand. I think . . . now I just needed to find out who she was. Who could resist me, Shane Gray?

The game was on. And I was going to win.