A/N: Hey guys! I know it's been an incredibly long time since I updated this, but I was re-reading through the two chapters I'd written, and I felt the urge to update again ;) So hopefully you guys will enjoy this, and perhaps review? If you do, I might have another chapter up sooner than you guys think...:) So, enjoy, and maybe review on your way out? ;)

Disclaimer: Don't own Camp Rock - I never claimed to, either, so don't assume, my friends :)


I stumbled back towards the red convertible that Boss had loaned me, pulling the keys from my pocket and praying that the coke Shane had dumped onto my head hadn't ruined them. Then, Boss surely would kill me, if not for the fact that I'd annoyed Shane, then for the fact that I'd ruined his car keys, which he had grudgingly handed over to me.

With much relief, I heard the convertible unlock, and I eagerly jumped in, glad that at least one thing was working in my favor. The rest of the night had pretty much been a complete failure, judging from the rather loud scene I had created with my carelessness, and I knew Boss wouldn't be happy - even with Shane's forty bucks being handed over to him. Forty bucks was nothing when I'd just put our entire mission in jeopardy. Now, I just had to find another way around this unfortunate mistake, and try to right my wrongs before Boss got too angry.

I had just started up the car's engine and was about to take off and report my failure to Boss, when a knock on the car's passenger window caught my attention. I jumped, ready to pull out the knife hidden in my purse and take care of this stranger, when I recognized the boy. Nate Gray... Shane Gray's brother. I smirked inwardly - this could just be the 'right' I needed to fix that little mess back there. Quickly, my hands flew to unlock the door, and I rolled the window down, frowning suspiciously at him.

"What do you want?" I snapped, although it was all part of the act. If I managed to get on Nate's good side, this could just be the ticket I needed to get to Shane. "Did you come over here to dump your drink on my head, too?" At this point, I made sure my voice cracked, so it sounded as if I was close to crying, and Nate immediately shook his head, holding his empty hands up.

"Actually no - I don't have a drink." His smile told me he was trying to joke lightly, but I simply frowned at him, getting ready to reverse the moment I decided that he, like his brother, was a moron, and wasn't worth my effort, despite Boss' orders. He saw my annoyed expression and his own softened. "I'm kidding - I wouldn't throw my drink on you, even if I had one. My brother's a retard - I'm sorry for the way he acted." He apologized, and I laughed at the irony. Shane's brother was apologizing for Shane's actions... I rolled my eyes.

"What, Shane can't apologize for himself?" I retorted, and Nate sighed, his hand reaching up and running through his curly hair. Yes, that's what I thought - Shane didn't do anything for himself, except party and hang around with that fake blonde barbie, and have other people (like his brother) clean up his mistakes. He thought he could get away with it - he thought he was too good for them. I'd seen it all happen before. I wanted to do nothing else but give Shane a dose of his own medicine, and then watch him crash and burn.

"Listen, it's complicated..." Nate broke off, looking rather uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was taking, since he was talking to a complete stranger. He paused, staring at me, as if he wanted me to say something - maybe he wanted my name.

"Andy." I filled in, and Nate nodded, looking as if that was exactly the answer he'd wanted. I wanted to roll my eyes, put my car into reverse, and drive away from this whole situation. Since I still had to report back to Boss, however, I stayed.

"Andy," Nate repeated with a smile, as if he'd won some unspoken contest when he'd discovered my name (what the heck?) "All I wanted to say is I'm sorry, and that I'd like to buy you a new outfit, since Shane's succeeded at ruining yours." I wanted to deny him, but as I glanced down at my soaked, almost see through tee, and dripping wet sweater, I knew he was simply speaking the truth. And Boss surely wouldn't complain if I was a few minutes late because I was spending time with the youngest Gray brother, since this would put my almost-failed mission back on a better note. After a few moments of hesitation, I nodded.

"Fine." I replied, sighing as I did so. Nate smiled in my direction - surely he couldn't think that one smile from a famous pop sensation would make my cold heart melt, would he? Oh well - if what I needed to do to get close to Shane was pretend I was some fool-heartedly clueless fan, I would pretend. Only for Boss' sake, though, since I would do so grudgingly. And oh, would he owe me for it.

"Well?" I prompted, glaring at Nate with my eyebrows raised. Okay - so I wasn't going to be sappy at the moment, but when the moment was right... I could see how easy it would be to manipulate Nate. With an indiscreet smile to myself, I thought about the countless ways I could do it. Nate was going to be my little puppy dog - easy as winking. "Are you just going to stand there while I freeze and possibly get pneumonia, or are you gonna get in the car?" I snapped, and I saw Nate smile at my tone before he pulled open the convertible's door and slid into the passenger seat.

"So, where to, Miss Andy?" He asked, somewhat comically, and I held back the urge to laugh, since I was still stuck on giving him the cold shoulder. He and his obnoxious brother really needed a dose of reality, I noticed, from what I'd seen so far. With a glance at Nate, I rolled the car out of the parking space, wondering if Nate had really thought anything over before he hopped into a complete stranger's car - for all he knew, I could be a murderer or something. This once again proved how addle-brained these popstars had proved to be. There was Shane - dating a complete idiot and thinking he was so hot, and here was Nate, completely trusting and naive.

"To my personal favorite store, Urban Outfitters," I replied, rolling my eyes at him as if he'd asked me if the sky was still blue. Nate chuckled under his breath, and I sent him a quick glare that sent him straight into silence. As I sped on down the highway, I flipped the radio on, in hopes that the noise would drown out anything Nate might say. I was not in the mood for talking - what would Boss do when he'd found out I was spending time with a Gray brother, but the wrong brother? I sighed at what my one little mistake - allowing Shane to notice my staring - had cost me.

To my surprise, I heard Nate suddenly begin to sing along to the song, rather loudly and off-key, and I shot him a surprised glare.

"What do you think you're doing, huh?" I spat, reaching over to turn down the radio as I realized my little 'plan' was not working. Nate glanced up, looking shocked by my angry tone, and yet still managed to send me a large smile.

"Singing along to my own song. Hun, I believe I do have the right to do that." I felt myself stiffen at his response - one, because I wasn't exactly a Connect 2's - wait, Connect 3's - biggest fan, and hadn't realized it was their song, and secondly because he called me hun. If I hadn't been driving, I might have turned and smacked him, just at his own arrogance. Who did he think he was - to be calling me hun when I didn't know anything about him, besides that he was in his little cookie-cutter band, had an obnoxious brother who was my current mission (which I might have failed at, if failure was an option for me, but it wasn't), and had incredibly curly hair?

I had to bite back my sharp retort, realizing that if Nate liked me, then this was a much easier shot at Shane and would definitly be a big help later on. I smiled as I thought of the endless possibilites that this could open for me - this was such a better route to take, since Shane would have to be around me, whether he wanted to or not. Thrilled by my own ingenious thoughts, I turned to Nate, smiling brightly. Nate's eyes narrowed, and he regarded me suspiciously. Time for Plan B to be put in action, it seemed, since Plan A hadn't turned out as well as expected.

I was going to manipulate Nate Gray until I had him on the floor at my feet, begging for mercy.