"I hate when I have to be un-cool," Brown Cessario scoffed, as he watched his campers clean every space in his now, newly editable decorated Mess Hall. Derek mumbled something under his breath as he cleaned a large milk-spill off the table counter. He took a glance at Jacob and saw he was mopping the floor, while chatting with the girl Derek had hoped to impress earlier. He knew from the look on Jacob's face that he didn't mind the punishment as much as Derek did.

"As for you," Brown addressed Derek. Derek looked upon the director's eyes with anxiety as Brown continued,

"Since you cannot respect the Mess Hall and its services, you will be on kitchen duty with Ms. Moralejo, under the watchful eye of our fabulous Ms. Torres." Derek didn't dare complain as he watched Brown walk away and looked at the girl Brown had addressed earlier. He turned to see a girl shorter than him, with natural brown skin and dark black hair, glaring at him with even darker brown eyes. Derek looked away as he continued cleaning, deciding to hide his brooding until he got back to their cabin. Kitchen Duty! How embarrassing! Not as embarrassing as he looked around and saw he was alone in cleaning the two tables assigned to him, while everyone else was working in pairs or groups. A rag cloth was sitting on the table without an owner and Derek could feel his frustration grow. Where was Jamison!

Jamison sighed as she sat on the dock, sending pebbles skipping across the lake's surface. It had been sometime since she had ditched Mr. I'm-too-good-for-this Whiteman and she considered going back if it hadn't been for the agonizing thought of having to watch him moping some more. It really was pathetic. Although she smiled at the thought of Jacob and that other girl, who seemed to be showing as much interest in Jacob as he was to her. Jamison couldn't help but laugh at the idea of Jacob having a summer fling, since Jacob was pretty much a hopeless tragedy with other females. Not to say Jacob wasn't popular, no that miserable position was filled in sadly by his best friend, but Jacob just couldn't take a hint as how to flirt with the opposite gender. It was rather amusing sometimes to watch a girl put her heart and soul out into impressing him, but Jacob would be too clueless as to understand. She had just finished a great toss, when she could feel the guilt of leaving Derek to suffer alone, slowly creeping into her stomach.

"Better get back to do damage control," Jamison said with as much enthusiasm as a kid looking forward to a getting a scolding. She walked up back to the main path when something shinning in the back lot caught her attention. Apparently some late arrivals, but Jamison gave it no thought. That was until the car's lights went out and Jamison's eyes didn't have enough time to readjust to the darkness. Making her way slowly back, feeling the dirt trail with her feet, she could hear some rapid movement. This didn't seem like the place to attract wild animals, but who knew what lengths animals would go to if they were starved. This was great, Jamison thought, as she could feel herself become tense and panicked. Build up the suspense by painting horrid images in her head, yes that was a wonderful way to stay calm. She continued on, her eyes wide from fear and her breathing almost dead silent. She was startled when the car's engine roared and its head light blinded her. Within minutes, the lights disappeared but Jamison's senses were now on extreme alert due to her thoughts prior. Suddenly something grabbed at her and Jamison couldn't help but react. Of course, one would think punching an animal could result in loosing a hand. Punching a person's nose only resulted in a painful aftermath, especially for the knuckles of said person throwing the punches. Jamison's gasp of pain was echoed by another grunt as the figure doubled back and landed in a heap on the ground. Jamison tried shaking her fingers vigorously, but stole a glance at the other person who was now muttering a couple of oddly formed sentences. Although she thought herself stupid for asking, it was better than seeming uncaring,

"Are you all right?" The other person answered in a muffled voice,

"I was before." Jamison rolled her eyes. Why must men be such babies?

"You're not going to die."

"Maybe, but I know my sense of smell is never going to be the same."

"Well that's fine, since it didn't seem to be working before," Jamison commented sourly, catching a strong whiff of the nauseating cologne he was wearing, and she continued up the path closer to the Mess Hall. The guy came forward and looked Jamison straight in the eye, while his furious eyes glowed under the light posts. Jamison could feel her lips scrunch together, his attitude adding fuel to her frustration.

"Are you trying to be funny?"

"Are you trying to intimidate me?"

"I can sue you for this."

"Under what charges, ruining that already ugly mug of yours?" Both teens stood still, until Jamison could hear the campers exiting from the Mess Hall. As much as she liked arguing with this guy she did not want to be caught with his nose bleeding, what would the councilors think? She looked around and luckily caught a glimpse of Jacob.

"Look," Jamison sighed, trying to let some fresh air to cool off her irritation.

"I'm sorry for the punch, it was all self-defense." The guy's expression read shock and he asked cautiously,

"That's… it? After all that, you're just going to…let it go?" Jamison shrugged, her anger already dissipating,

"Yeah, I mean, I guess it's no one's fault, unless you were serious about suing me?" Jamison wasn't sure to call his bluff, but took the chance. She thought it seemed pretty silly for him to make a fuss about the whole ordeal. It was an accident after all. The boy stared at her and looked away, as if in thought. Jamison thought of running to catch up with Jacob when the boy laughed,

"I have to admit, it's really…mature of you to apologize." Jamison smirked,

"Well one of us has to be the bigger person. And I wasn't sure if throwing out threats qualifies you for that position." The boy shook his head and walked toward the Director's cabin. As Jamison watched him leave, he abruptly turned around and asked,

"How's your hand?" Jamison made a face expressing her confusion, but realized she had been cradling it all through the conversation.

"It's…it'll be fine," she called back, hoping he'd be assured. His eyebrow rose, but he kept on walking as she ran to join the rest of the campers returning to their cabins.

"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" Jacob asked as he walked Sam to her cabin. They had met up with her friend, Krisalyn, on their way from the Mess Hall and Sam had told her she'd meet up with her later. Jacob took this as a hopeful sign she liked his company.

"Yeah, I mean we have classes together."

"Good point." Jacob could feel his fingers clasp and unclasp as he watched Sam standing before him, braiding a section of her hair. Was she expecting something?

"…Night, then," Jacob said somewhat nervously.

"Night," Sam answered, going to her door. As he turned away, a thought entered his head and not even giving a second thought, a weakness of his, he ran up the steps to kiss Sam on the cheek. At first, he thought he had done the stupidest thing ever when Sam flinched but noticed her mouth was formed in a tight smile. She laughed softly and Jacob recognized it as the laugh from before, and scratched the back of his neck.

"Night," Jacob repeated, feeling a bit more confident and walked towards the boys cabin, not noticing Sam's eyes following his every move.

"Shane, I really think we should have helped clean up. We didn't even try to stop it from happening," Mitchie moped, already feeling unworthy of her new job. Shane shook his head,

"Come on baby, I said I was sorry for before. I know Uncle Brown will get us for this later, but for now can you please not be angry at me about this." Mitchie smiled softly,

"I could never be angry at you for something like this, but I'm serious Shane. We have to step it up a bit. I don't want to disappoint your uncle." Shane nodded in understanding, but felt guilty as he watched Mitchie mope some more. Out of the corner of his eye, Shane saw something that would make Mitchie happy for the mean time.

"Mitchie, look over there." Mitchie followed his gaze to see a boy and a girl, both covered in tonight's dinner, standing in front of a cabin and when they were saying goodbye. As quick as lightening, the boy walked away, only to run back and kiss the girl on the cheek. A moment of silence passed until a familiar smile reflected on both their faces and the boy once again made his way to his cabin. The moment seemed magical and it made Mitchie happy that they had made a memory out of a horrible mess. Most girls would hate to be seen in such an unattractive state. Shane saw the look in Mitchie's eyes and was glad to see she'd forgotten about the whole event. However, he too would have to be more responsible, it was the kids' summer not his but he still wanted to make it memorable. For both him and Mitchie.

Samantha could feel the laughter still inside her and mentally berate herself. She had just met this boy! Why she acting this way to a total and complete stranger? What was with her? She shrugged and decided she'd let tomorrow decide where to take her. Before going into the cabin, she noticed Jacob stop to talk to a girl Sam had seen talking to another boy. Did they know each other? Before she knew it, she was dragged into the cabin by a forceful tug.

"So, tell me everything," Krisalyn pleaded, as she jumped onto Samantha's bed.

"Everything…was fine," Samantha answered lamely. Krisalyn looked at her as if Samantha had asked her what 1 plus 1 equaled.

"Really? I hadn't noticed. I mean, you only talked to him for an hour, but I'm sure that wasn't enough time for you," Krisalyn teased, her voice flowing with sarcasm. Samantha shook her head and grabbed her diary. There was definitely going to be an entry tonight. Suddenly, the girl she had seen with Jacob earlier walked in and smiled brightly. Both Samantha and Krisalyn stared, not knowing what to say.

"Wow, aren't we a talkative bunch," the girl commented, a playful smirk on her lips. Krisalyn smiled widely before answering,

"Oh yeah, we just love talking to random strangers walking into our cabin." The girl came over to the bed opposite them and sat down.

"I'm no stranger. I'm your cabin mate." Samantha came over and Krisalyn hugged her automatically. Jamison responded with a light pat on the back.

"The name's Jamison."

"I'm Krisalyn and this is my best friend in the entire world, Sam." Now in the better lighting, Samantha noticed Jamison was quite charming. She wore burmuda shorts and a dark purple hoodie, a bright neon-purple hair clipped placed in her layered brown hair. Her skin tone was lightly tanned and Samantha took notice of her own ivory skin.

"I know, Jacob's told me much about you."

"Within those few minutes?" Samantha asked curiously. Jamison nodded.

"Yeah, a lot can be said in few words. Not to mention we're good friends, so I think I'd be able to see-" she cut off however, looking at Samantha with a knowing smile. She didn't take the bait, but Krisalyn did.

"See what?"

"You tell me, Sam." What did Jamison mean? Did Jacob tell her something about her? About what happened? Had she seen them? Had she seen the- so many questions, filled Samantha's already puzzled mind. Ones she wanted to ask, but she let it go as Jamison prepared for bed. In that moment, when Samantha first saw that playful smirk that was sure to become a familiarity to them, she knew bunking with Jamison would be interesting.

Isaac yawned as he got up from bed. He looked around and saw Kyle still snoozing in his bed, along with their other cabin mate who Isaac hadn't known came in. Was it before or after they came back? Probably afterwards. He chuckled, he still had no idea how they were lucky enough to get Jalen out of their hair. Of course, Jalen was a friend but Isaac wasn't sure if his nerves could take listening to Jalen's plans all night long. Isaac gathered his things for the bathroom and on the way Kyle had met up with him. by the time he arrived back, Kyle was slipping his shoes on.

"Good morning, sunshine," Isaac greeted, loud enough to startle Kyle but avoid waking their cabin mate. Kyle threw his sneaker at Isaac who dodged it barely. Being on the baseball team gave Kyle a good arm. Kyle finished tying the laces and made a quick trip to the bathroom.

"So, ready for another day at CAMP ROCK?" Kyle laughed, remembering the previous day's dilemma. Isaac nodded, and the two exited the cabin just to see Elliot and Chloe coming towards them. Immediately, Chloe came over to hug Isaac around the waist and Isaac slung both arms around her neck.

"Good morning," Isaac greeted.

"Hi yourself," Chloe replied, tossing her hair to the side, revealing some silver star-shaped earrings. Isaac blew on her ear, making the earrings jingle, also making Chloe squirm from his soft breath on her earlobe.

"You look gorgeous this morning," Isaac chuckled and kissed her right on the spot at the end of her jaw. Chloe looked away, shaking her head and laughed. He knew better than anyone how much Chloe liked being complimented on her looks, no matter what she might say to disagree. "Where's Ariana?" Kyle asked Elliot who was her newest book. Some kind of supernatural theme that Isaac thought he'd ask to borrow afterwards.

"Where's Jalen?" Chloe countered, looking behind Isaac as if Jalen would appear any second.

"He was assigned a different sleeping location," Kyle answered, turning his gaze away from them.

"How did you manage to score that?" Elliot snickered, peering over her book.

"Kyle and I were able to talk to the councilors about giving us a room with one person already in it. Then we told Jalen we had to be split up," Isaac explained, enjoying the look of indifference on Kyle's face. He had seen Kyle talking to the councilor, persuading her with a bit of flirting to give them the room. In all honestly, Isaac had never known a man who held less shame than Kyle when it came to handling woman.

"We lost track of Ariana back at the cabins, don't worry we left her with other campers," Chloe answered in a composed voice as if it happened on a daily bases, which so happened it did. Isaac laughed. Of course it didn't take long for Ariana to lose herself from the rest of the group.

"She's probably taking pictures of something. Let's just go find her," Isaac suggested and the group walked back to the girl's cabins. When no one was looking, Isaac quickly pulled Chloe closer to him using the arm that was around her waist and whispered,

"Definitely beautiful."

Ariana had been following Elliot and Chloe to see the boy when she noticed a girl walk out of her cabin. As if her jaw had dropped to the ground, stopping her feet from walking forward, Ariana could feel her eyes widen in awe. The girl was, in every sense, pretty. Her light reddish hair was layered long to her mid chest that was covered in a pink strapped baby-doll shirt over a yellow stripped long-sleeved. She wore her side bangs clipped back and the clip in her hair was just as adorable as the bracelets she wore on her wrists and ankles. She wore converse and the way she walked, with a light bounce in her steps made Ariana wonder if she was a dancer. Before she knew it, the girl had noticed her and in reaction, Ariana's feet had kicked back into gear. Unfortunately, her brain wasn't fast enough to prevent her from tripping over her own feet. Ariana groaned as the other girl greeted quietly,

"Hi." Ariana shot back up and stammered a hello back.

"Are you all right?" The girl asked politely and Ariana nodded. The girl smiled and continued on her way, leaving Ariana to feel more embarrassed to be caught staring.

"It's okay, it's the reaction she gets most of the time though she's pretty modest about it," came an assuring voice. Arian turned to see two more girls coming out from the same cabin as the other.

"Huh?"

"Alice. That's her name. She's really cute isn't she?" Ariana nodded in agreement. Glad to hear she wasn't alone in her feelings but wasn't surprised to find she wasn't the only one who noticed.

"Yeah, totally," Ariana agreed. The girl beside Ariana, who didn't seem too much taller than her, stretched out a hand and smiled,

"Caydence. And this is Karly." The other girl smiled as well, when Ariana shook Caydence's hand.

"I'm-"

"Ariana!" Ariana turned around, her mood becoming more thrilled at the site of her friends. She waved to Kyle as he came closer and pulled him into a bear hug. She greeted Isaac, before facing the two other girls.

"These are my friends, as well as my band members." She introduced each of them and their response was a nod or a smile. Caydence's smile grew wide, exposing some sort of anxiety as Karly's mouth opened wide and she shrieked in a loud voice,

"You guys look incredible!" Ariana could tell Kyle and Chloe got a good laugh out of that, while Isaac and Elliot looked smug. She had to admit, it seemed so weird to have people gaping at them. They were just normal teenagers.

"Well, we'll be seeing you around," Isaac said and he nodded his head in some direction. Ariana said her good-bye and joined Kyle, walking with him hand in hand.

"So…make some friends?" Ariana nodded and Kyle laughed,

"I'm glad." Ariana couldn't help but take a moment to savor this feeling. She had made two friends, which was something she loved to do and she could look forward to making another one out of their cabin mate.

The Mess Hall was filling up when Angel walked in, however her ears were deafening any outside noises and allowed her thoughts to run smoothly. She hadn't gotten much sleep last night due to the squeals of her new cabin mate. Who shockingly took a liking to Julia the moment she stepped into the cabin. It wasn't so much that they were friends, but Julia had an admirer that liked to hang on Julia's every word. Worst of all, she shared the same striking name but Julia had degraded it by persuading the girl to take on the nickname Jules. Angel guessed Julia had banked on the girl liking her so much she wouldn't care if she named her Fido. It was really disgusting.

As if living a moment over again, Angel found herself falling over another camper and she let out a groan of pain. She looked up ready for round two of last night's events when she realized it was the same girl she had bumped into… yesterday. She felt ready to bolt when the girl got up and gave her a hand.

"You two have to stop meeting like this," her friend said, her voice teasing. Angel smiled and took the hand gratefully.

"Sorry, again." The girl shook her head, but examined her clothes a bit before saying,

"No problem, it's all right." Her friend snickered,

"You have to excuse her, she's on cloud nine. So even if you bulldozer her, she wouldn't feel a thing." Angel couldn't help but judge the way the girl kept looking over herself.

"Did I ruin your outfit?" Angel asked, hiding the critical feelings. She didn't want the girl to get the wrong impression but Angel really hoped she wasn't another Julia. She didn't seem like it.

"Oh no," the girl laughed, a bit too giddy to not be unusual. Did she sound nervous?

"I'm just…trying to look my best-"

"For a guy," Krisalyn sang, her voice seemingly taunting but the girl must not have minded since she only blushed.

"It's not as if you don't do the same," the girl whispered back, and her friend hugged her tightly.

"I bet he's a lucky guy." The girl took a minute to calm her nerves before introducing,

"I'm Sam."

"Angel."

"I'm Krisalyn," her friend interjected.

"You can sit with us, Angel, if you'd like," Sam offered and I nodded, happy to be invited. We sat down together when Brown came into the Mess Hall with a huge smile on his face. "All right, listen up fellow musicians," he called across the floor. Everyone gave him their attention as he announced,

"Our celebrity guest has arrived and I'd like you all to treat him like he was just like me or you. Why? Because he is! Give it up for… Marcus Reynolds." Sam, Krisalyn, and Angel shot a glance at each other in disbelief before the rock star walked into the Mess Hall, his mouth shut tight and firm. Some campers just stared at him and others were too embarrassed to lift their eyes to him.

"That's our cabin mate, this should be interesting," a hushed voice filled the silence and somewhere Brown was clapping on his own.

Derek couldn't understand why Brown was happy to have Reynolds here, did he even know who he was. The no-good-hoodlum-of-Hollywood! Everyone knew of Reynolds' bad-boy-on-the-block reputation and Derek couldn't fathom why he was even accepted here. He was even more shocked when he saw Jacob clap his hands together, finally starting a welcoming applause throughout the other campers. Derek could see Reynolds eyeing the crowd and he wasn't sure what he would do it Reynolds saw them.

"Hey hot-shot, what's up, stupidity finally making you mute?" Derek shot a glare at Jamison, who didn't flinch but look just as serious.

"No really, what is wrong with you two? He's just some the new meat for the fanatic female fans. Please tell me you two aren't idiotic enough to be jealous of him." Although she meant the comment for both of them, Derek knew Jamison was secretly mentioning Jacob's new friend from last night.

"No, I don't envy him."

"So then what could you possibly have against him?"

"He's my best friend. Or at least was." There were very few things that fazed Jamison and this seemed to be one of those things.

"What?" Jacob sighed and turned to see Reynolds staring at him straight in the eye.

"Let's just say some don't favor friends before fame."