2. Sightings

NPOV

I stepped out the limo and glanced around. My shades made the afternoon seem darker than normal.

"Camp Rock," I murmured.

Shane jumped out of the limo beside me and grinned. "Yup. Oh, hey, look, there's Mitchie and Caitlyn. Hey! Mitchie! Caitlyn!"

The two brunette girls looked up. I instantly recognized them both. Mitchie was, of course, Shane's girlfriend, and the girl he'd spent all summer last year looking for. Caitlyn was her faithful friend, a comrade.

They approached. Caitlyn was looking around the camp, as I was. Suddenly, her eyes landed on me.

I can't explain what happened. Her eyes went wide, and her jaw dropped for a fraction of a second. The next second, she was glaring at me with an evil, sly look.

I sighed and groaned inwardly. If she was another one of those crazed fans or haters…

As I watched her approach, her expression smoothed out and she gave me a slight smile. "Hey," she greeted me.

I blinked, confused by her change in attitude. "Hi."

"You're Nate?" she asked coyly. I nodded. That smile flashed again. "I'm Caitlyn Gellar."

I managed a small smile back. "I've heard."

We ignored Shane and Mitchie, embracing beside us, and her eyes studied me, from my dark shades to my green Converse.

I suddenly realized she was very, very pretty.

I stared back for a second, still confused. Eventually, I turned away and grabbed my bags. "See you later," I muttered, my cheeks feeling warm. I knew I was blushing. Why was I blushing?

She nodded. "See you."

I brushed past her, and in that second, several things happened.

She stiffened and started away, like a horse shying from a scary object. At the same time, a light tingling broke through my veins.

"Sorry," we said at the same time, then half smiled awkwardly. I walked quickly away, thoroughly confused.



Jason had already claimed his bed, the one in the middle and was happily playing his handheld game. I rolled my eyes and tossed my stuff on the bed on the right.

Shane stumbled in several minutes later, his eyes half dazed. He collapsed on the remaining bed and sighed.

"Wow, already?" I asked. "Seemed like you and Mitchie were going to go at it for a long time."

"Shut up," he muttered, his voice muffled by the bed. He sat up. "What about you and Caitlyn? I saw it all."

"What about her?" I repeated. "She…confuses me. I mean, first she stares at me like I'm some kind of freak, then she's all glaring at me with this expression that tells me that she's planning something. And now she's all…normal and talking to me."

Shane laughed. "She's crushing, dude," he said. "Face facts."

Jason looked up suddenly. "When did you guys get here?"

CPOV

I climbed out of the bus, and surveyed the area before grabbing my bags.

Where was he?

I'd already memorized what the GC looked like. After all, I'd seen him a few times last year, and I had a photograph of him in my notebook. I was set.

"Caitlyn!" someone squealed.

I turned and smiled. Mitchie was bounding over from her mother's catering truck. She threw her arms around me. I laughed.

"Hey, Mitchie," I said, returning the hug.

She suddenly let out and exasperated breath. "Ugh. Diva alert."

I let go of her and followed her gaze. I rolled my eyes.

Tess Tyler, the worst this camp has to offer.

Vaguely, I remembered when I'd been her friend. I'd been close to inviting her to the force (we always needed pretty blondes to do dirty work), but, of course, then she showed her true self.

I was tempted to ask Mitchie to join, but sometimes she seemed so fragile to me, so delicate, that I held my tongue.

"The devil returns," I muttered back. "To wreak hell for innocent bystanders."



Mitchie giggled.

"Hey! Mitchie! Caitlyn!" a familiar voice called.

Mitchie turned, sucked in a breath slash squeal, and pulled me over to the black limo, while I continued to look around..

That's when I saw the younger boy besides Shane. My eyes widened. My entire system went tense with excitement.

Nathan Henry. The Green C.

My prey. My enemy.

I'd found him.

He looked at me, confusion clear in his face, despite the shades, and I quickly pulled myself together.

"Hey."

"Hi."

We ignored the love scene beside us. After the first few words were exchanged, I studied him. He wore black, dark shades, a gray shirt under a black leather jacket, dark gray skinny jeans, and green Converse with checkered laces.

A typical teenage poster boy.

Yea, right.

He mumbled something about seeing me later. I returned the offer. He snatched his suitcase and guitar case and walked past me towards his cabin.

His shoulder brushed against mine. I stiffened automatically, jerking away. He paused, a light red tinge in his cheeks.

"Sorry," we both apologized, smiling awkwardly. He hurried off, and I stood shocked.

What just happened to me? When he'd touched me…I shook my head confused.

It had been the weirdest sensation yet.