Author Note: I was on a roll and i didn't wanna lose it so i kept on typing =) hope you like it.

I don't own Camp Rock or the characters or anything at all really!

Me and You

Chapter 2 – Caitlyn's POV

"What took you so long?"

That was always the first thing I heard whenever I opened the door to her flat.

"Forgot about tonight. I was the other side of town, so I had to walk back since a cab would've taken even longer." I pushed the door shut and slid the key back into my jeans pocket.

"You forgot?"

"Yeah, I've been busy; I've had other things to think about. I do have a life you know, Tess, a business to run, things to do." I was annoyed. Annoyed at her, and especially annoyed at myself. I shouldn't be here; I should be at home with the woman I loved. But I wasn't, instead I was on the opposite side of the city, in a flat that cost more than everything I owned put together, with a woman who was hell bent on ruining my life.

"I'm hurt. I thought you wanted this; I'm only doing it for you. You know I love you, Caity." I jerked round to look at her as she sat on her couch watching me intently. "I could never forget you. In fact," she stood, and walked slowly towards me. "I never stop thinking about you." Her breath was warm against my cheek as she whispered seductively.

I knew she was lying, lying about everything, but my brain had long since stopped functioning; I could no longer piece together a sentence, never mind anything else. My back was pressed against the door, I'd unconsciously stepped backwards as she'd gotten closer… my survival instincts kicking in, I guess. But even they weren't enough to save me now. Tess was in the zone, she had me exactly where she wanted me and it had taken almost no effort on her part, it was all me.

"I've missed you, Caity. Why do you always have to leave?" I tried to answer, to tell her that I had a life, that I had Mitchie, but my mouth was too dry. "I don't want you to leave anymore; I need you here, Caity. I love you."

Her lips were on my neck, kissing, her teeth nipping at my skin, driving me insane. My head fell back against the door as she dragged her tongue up my throat and kissed along my jaw. I had to do something, had to stop her before it was too… Her lips were on mine, her hands planted firmly either side of my head… there was no escape now. It was too late, as always.

She had me and she wouldn't let go until she was finished with me. God knows when that'd be! But a part of me wished she'd never let go, that she'd keep me trapped in her web of lies and deceit and sex… I knew she wouldn't, she'd get bored of me eventually and let me go. Back to my normal life, back to Mitchie, who'd be waiting for me at home, knowing that something was wrong but not being able to do anything… just like I couldn't do anything.

Each time I set foot in her flat, I knew she'd get bored of me and kick me out, but I also knew that in a week's time I'd get the text, telling me she wanted me, that she needed me. And I also knew that I would never be able to resist.

I was stuck, trapped by Tess, trapped by my guilt, by my love for Mitchie. Because I knew that if I ever said no to Tess, she'd waste no time at all in telling Mitchie and then that would be that for my relationship. Four perfect years gone in as long as it took Tess to rat me out.

She unzipped my jacket and pushed it off my shoulders, down my arms until it was on the floor at my feet. Her lips were already moving down my throat again, along my shoulders, burning my skin. I felt her teeth, same as always, making sure that when she let me go finally, I couldn't do anything with Mitchie, because if I did, she'd see the marks and she'd know.

I wanted to push her away, yell at her, slap her, tell her I hated her… instead I clung onto her tighter, my hands buried in her blonde hair as she made her mark on me again and again. Soon my t-shirt joined my jacket on the floor, more of my protection against Tess gone. I knew that when she finally took my hand and pulled me into her bedroom, I would have no will to resist at all, I'd just follow her like a hungry animal, wanting more.

It had taken Tess longer than usual to get bored of me, something I wasn't sure I was happy about or not. But it didn't matter either way, as I was now sat in the back of a cab on my home. The sun was already beginning to rise, it wasn't visible above any of the buildings yet, but it was getting there. I glanced at my watch. 4:45 am. Mitchie was gonna kill me. There was no way in hell I could pass this one off as anything even remotely acceptable. No client would talk this long, not even my most dedicated ones.

I was shattered; all I wanted to do was climb into bed and fall straight to sleep. But I knew it wouldn't be that easy. Mitchie was a bloody light sleeper; I could cough and wake her up, so there was no chance in hell I was getting to bed unheard.

The cab stopped outside my building, it hadn't taken too long to get here since there was less traffic than in the day. I paid the guy and climbed out. I heard him pull away and drive off, but I didn't move. My head was spinning as I tried to come up with an excuse.

After a few moments, having thought of nothing at all, I sighed and made my way up to the apartment. I stood outside the door, staring at the number fifteen just below the peephole. I couldn't move. I wanted to run away, back to Tess, only so that I didn't have to lie to Mitchie again.

With one last sigh, and a mental kick, I pulled my key out and unlocked the door as quietly as I could manage. I stepped inside; shutting the door slowly so it didn't click then I looked round the darkened living room, listening for footsteps or any movement at all. Then, satisfied Mitchie was still asleep, I made my way towards the bedroom.

I made sure to undress as quietly as I could, putting all my clothes straight into the washing machine to get rid of Tess's perfume which was all over them. Thankfully I'd showered before I'd left to come home, so at least Mitchie wouldn't smell her on me. Pulling on a t-shirt and a pair of girl boxers from my draws, I climbed carefully into bed, rolling over onto my side away from Mitchie so I wouldn't accidently nudge her awake.

Just as I thought I'd gotten away with it, I felt her turn over.

"Caitlyn?"

"Yeah, Mitch, it's me." I sighed, here came the questions.

I felt her turn over again to no doubt look at the clock on her bedside table. I waited as she turned back towards me.

"I missed you." I frowned, but then I felt her arms around me as she hugged herself close to me and kissed my shoulder. "Night."

Well… that was not what I had been expecting, not at all. I was confused, but also glad that I didn't have to lie to her. I closed my eyes, and started drifting off when I heard her sniff quietly and hug me tighter. She was crying.

My heart wrench so painfully that I thought it was going to burst outta my chest. I'd made her cry… she knew something was going on and she was crying because of it… because of me. I wanted to hug her, tell her everything would be okay, that things would work out… but that would just be another lie.

All I could think of to do was slip my hand into hers, linking our fingers and bring her hand to my lips. I kissed it gently and, turning my head slightly so she could hear, I whispered.

"I missed you too, Mitch. Night."

Author Note: Lemmie know what you thought =) Peace Out