A/N: Thanks for your reviews, guys! I'm glad you guys think this story is somewhat hot, lol. Mitchie won't be giving in so easily, trust me. Who knows? She might be a little tease. xD We'll see. Keep the reviews coming and I'll make the chapters longer and longer. ;)

Disclaimer: If I owned Camp Rock, I wouldn't be sitting here, writing a fic about it. I don't own it... sadly.

Chapter Two; It's Complicated and Stupid

Mitchie Torres was strong. She was so strong, she could get through the camp without ever speaking, touching, or even looking at Shane Gray. If she could just be like Caitlyn, her new friend, who was confident and always stood up for herself, then maybe she could look down on Shane. She wouldn't give him the satasfaction of staring at him, or even glancing at him. She might sneak a few peeks, but what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. She definitely didn't want to become his next "victim." She was much better than that.

Or so she thought.

"Get out of bed, sleepy head." Mitchie's eyes slowly opened, and she squinted from the sunlight which was directly hitting her eyes. She snapped her eyes shut and turned to the wall, pulling her covers over her head. She heard Caitlyn sigh, and she did as well. It was morning already. The days were sure going by fast. Maybe if she slept all day, she could make it to the next day. And so on... and so on. But she'd miss the Final Jam, and like Caitlyn said before, she came to rock. "You don't want to miss breakfast again, do you?"

Mitchie's stomach suddenly grumbled, and she cursed under her breath. She pull the covers off of her, and headed straight for the bathroom. When she saw her reflection, she winced and groaned. She looked like a hot mess. She still had the same, hooker-ish clothing on from the day before. After her little "talk" with Shane, she'd came straight back into her and Caitlyn's cabin, and slept. She didn't even bother to get into her pajamas. She grabbed her toothbrush, and began brushing. She couldn't go to the cafeteria looking like shit. She didn't need anyone else staring at her like they had been before.

"You need to hurry up or else we won't have any seats left!" Caitlyn yelled from outside the door. Mitchie rolled her eyes and spat out the toothpaste, rinsing her mouth with Listerine.

"I'm coming!" she yelled back, grabbing a brush from the small cabinet and trying her best to style up her messy hair. She quickly combed her bang and charged out of the bathroom, looking for Caitlyn. She was already gone. Mitchie sighed, grabbed some jeans and a gray t-shirt, and got dressed. She hoped there wasn't any fucking ridiculous dress-code for the cafeteria. She wondered if Shane was in charge of that, too.

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As Mitchie entered the cafeteria, she'd already anticipated that Caitlyn would be trying to get her attention, pointing to an empty seat next to her. But she wasn't. Actually, Caitlyn was talking to some boys, and flushing rather easily. And to think Mitchie had almost looked up to her in a way. She took it back. She walked with her tray, slowly making her way to Caitlyn's table... only to get a strange look from the boys who she was talking to.

"Ooh, look who it is," one of them said. The other boy looked up and did a cat whistle. Mitchie felt her cheeks redden.

"Did Shane give you a good 'talking'?" the other teased, giving her a small wink.

"I think you mean spanking."

Mitchie looked to Caitlyn for help, her eyes slowly widening. Caitlyn rolled her eyes at the boys, and threw a fork at one of them.

"Quit being assholes," Caitlyn said. She looked at Mitchie sympathetically. "Sorry Mitchie, I told you to hurry up. Now there aren't any seats left at this table." Mitchie sighed. She looked like a fucking idiot. She was the only one standing up, and with all the eyes on her, she felt... naked.

"So what did you expect me to do, skip showering?" Mitchie snapped, her voice raising without her noticing. Caitlyn suddenly looked uncomfortable.

"Whoa, calm down girlie," one of the assholes said. "Shane might have to punish you again." Mitchie rolled her eyes, and headed for the exit door, throwing her tray in the garbage. She was beginning to regret ever begging her mom and dad to let her come. She now stood outside, the heat of the outdoors connecting with her skin. She needed to go somewhere... somewhere where she could let all of her frustration out.

She suddenly thought of the dance studio. There had been a piano in there. Suddenly, she found herself running. The last thing she wanted was to get caught outside when she was clearly supposed to be at breakfast. Here she was again, breaking the rules on her third day for the second time.

Great job, Mitchie, great job.

When she reached the studio, she had to bend over to catch her breath. Rule No.1 of Camp Rock; Never run in the heat. Ever. She cleared her throat, and pulled on the door, only to find that it was locked.

"Dammit," she said, still tugging on the door handle. There had to be another way in. She couldn't go back to the cafeteria. She spotted an open window on the side of the studio. Bingo. She grabbed a wooden stool that was next to her, lifted it, and walked over to the window. It was a lot higher than she'd thought. She'd have to jump up. She placed the stool down, and stepped on it, gripping the panes of the window.

She just had to push herself up, and she'd be in. Once she had her head in the window, she hovered over, the hardness of the window was going to make her chest bust open, she was sure. She jumped a little more, and finally her torso was in. She lifted her leg, which felt like an Elephant at this point, and cursed herself for wearing such tight jeans. She got her left leg in, and worked on the next. It took a while, but not as long as it did for the other leg, and she was finally in. She closed her eyes, and jumped down, the bottom of her worn converses colliding with the newly polished floor.

She was just about to walk over to the piano, until her eyes noticed two people in the corner of the room. They hadn't seemed to notice her, considering they were too busy molesting each other with their tongues shoved down each others' throats. Mitchie had to cover her mouth to quit from gagging. These teens sure had the whole "French Kissing" thing down-packed. She creeped a little closer, still far away from them, and realization smacked her in the face. It was Shane... Shane and... she turned her head, and squinted her eyes. Tess?! What the fuck was Shane doing making out with Tess? By the look of all of their clothes still on, Mitchie could tell it was probably one of those "in the moment" kisses. Or slobbers... whatever you wanted to call their type of kissing.

Shane's hands were moving their way up Tess's thin, mahogany blazer as he continued to tongue-fuck her. Mitchie was suddenly rapt with attention, wanting to see exactly how Shane did his work. Playing the piano and singing her stress away disappeared from her thoughts, and she instead stared at Shane, tearing Tess's top off. Literally, he tore it off.

Shit. He sure put his toned biceps to good use. She was a little stunned that Tess didn't protest, pissed off that Shane had ruined one of her completely expensive tops. Mitchie gulped at the sound of Shane's deep, explicit moan. Suddenly, they stopped kissing, and Tess's mouth was still parted. Shane was trying - and failing miserably - at undoing Tess' bra.

"Fuck! These things always get on my nerves," he snapped, his eyes in rage... lusty rage. Instead, he gripped the front of her lacy bra, and tore it off, Tess gasped in absolute pleasure.

"Shane, how am I going to leave with no shirt or bra on?" Tess suddenly asked, her voice out of breath. Shane wasn't even paying attention. His eyes were glued to Tess' huge bust. Mitchie eyed her own breasts and frowned slightly. Hers didn't compare to Tess' knockers. Maybe once she left camp, got rich and famous, she'd be able to afford implants. Shane gripped Tess' left breast aggressively, and took the whole thing in his mouth. Tess's head went back in pleasure, and her eyes went around the room. Mitchie's heart jumped with anticipation.

Tess's eyes landed on her, and instantly, Mitchie ran for an exit. She ran across the room, and accidentally ran into the door, bumping the side of her forehead.

"Shit," she whispered, rubbing her hand over her forehead. When she turned around, she could see Shane's eyes glued on her, his eyes glazed over, and confused. Tess had quickly retrieved her torn shirt off the floor, and held it up to her chest, covering herself. Her eyes were full of anger, and her lip was trembling in absolute hate.

"Get the fuck out of here!" Tess yelled, her eyes wide. "You... lesbian!" Mitchie whimpered, and got up as quickly as her tight jeans would allow her. She unlocked the door, and ran out the studio, her hands clenching her throat. She took deep inhales, and never exhaled. She couldn't believe it.

She'd just witnessed Shane Gray almost fucking Tess Tyler.

And she'd got caught.

Red handed.

If she was in trouble, so were they.

A/N: Uhm, Shane almost screwed Tess' brains out. Ha. I guess Tess was his next victim... Mitchie didn't give in, but she sure witnessed Tess giving in... but come on, who WOULDN'T give in to him? He's sex with a side of fries... lol. REVIEW.