Chapter 2

My first class was signing with the camp director: Brown. The night before I had stuck up tons of posters of my favourite bands on the walls by my bed. Caitlyn seemed to like my taste in music. My favourite poster was the one with You Me at Six at the top and had my favourite line from my favourite song by them at the bottom. It was the line "And it's a lottery, I can't wait to draw your name." It's from the song Always Attract. I've always wanted to sing it, but it's a duet and there's no one who would sing it with me.

I walked with Caitlyn to the class and found that the people who were already there were dancing to a beat a guy was playing on a table with drumsticks. Caitlyn and I started dancing with them. She was an amazing dancer.

"Whoa," a middle-aged guy with an English accent said. Everyone stopped. This must be the illustrious Brown Cesario. "If the class is a rockin' I'm a glad I came knockin." The class laughed. He seemed pretty cool for a teacher.

"So, let's see what I have to work with this year. Can I have a volunteer?" Everyone put their hand up apart from me. It wasn't that I didn't want to sing. I was just un-sure of my surroundings. I was sure, however, that no one would like my lyrics. Brown picked me. How typical.

"What do I sing?" I asked him.

"Anything you want poppet." Oh, that was helpful.

I stood up in front of the class. I didn't want to sing my own stuff, as it was quite dark, but I didn't want to sing something by anyone else. Guess it was dark stuff then. People were going to hear my strange, innermost feelings. Joy.

I can't see a way out,

I just wanna shout,

I'm here,

But I'm gonna disappear.

I want you to know,

Oh please don't go,

I'm alive.

I finished and realised that people were staring at me in awe.

"Wow, was that an original?" Brown asked me.

"Yes."

"You've got an amazing voice, and great song writing talent." I blushed. So what if I knew that already? It felt great to hear someone tell me that.

"Thanks." I took my seat next to Caitlyn.

"You are seriously good." She whispered to me.

My mom had left me alone in the kitchen for a while. That meant iPod rock out time. I took my iPod out of my pocket, put in my earphones and pressed the play button. It began to play my favourite bit of a song I was in love with. I began to sing along.

Can you believe in the power that's burning between us

Would you believe if you open up your mind, open up your heart

Energize me with a simple touch

Or with an open heart

Energize me, fire up this flame

That's burning between us

Energize me with a simple smile

Open up your mind

Energize me, fire up this flame

That's burning forever.

It moved onto the next song. I had been doing a big diva-like performance to the previous song. I liked to pretend I was famous, so sue me. The upbeat tune of Bad Influence by P!nk began to play. This meant I started to do some random dance moves. After the 'Instigator of underwear' line, I turned around and realised I wasn't alone anymore. Shane gray was leaning over a counter watching me. How long had he been watching me? I took out my earphones.

"What?" I asked viciously. Could you blame me? He interrupted my music time, and I wanted to see him about as much as I wanted to see Tess.

"Ooh, shill out. I was looking for the head chef person." He said with an amused expression.

"Sorry, mom's gone out for a while."

"She's your mom?" he asked incredulously. I knew he was going to pass judgement.

"Yes, but it has nothing to do with you. So don't bother."

"I wasn't going to say anything." He said defensively.

"Yes, but you were thinking it."

"Sorry for thinking." I glared at him, but he just smirked. God, that smirk was incredibly annoying.

"What now?!" I knew he was thinking something, by that aggravating smirk.

"So, you're the instigator of underwear, are you?"

"Shut up." I said blushing. Ugh, why was I blushing? He was a jerk. Full stop. Stupid fucking hormones. Just because I'm a teenager I find anything embarrassing, and then the guy who has embarrassed me, whom I hate, thinks I like him. Bloody hell.

"No really, I'm intrigued. You don't strike me as someone who listens to symphonic rock or anything like that."

"Well, I like to be different to what people expect."

"So you like After Forever, do you like Within Temptation?"

"You know who they are?"

"Damn straight! What, you think that just because my band plays pop music, that I don't like rock, or alternative music?"

"Well, yeah."

"Then you're wrong. I think you'll find y favourite band, unlike what the magazines say, is Fall Out Boy. I've seen Within Temptation live. Sharon Den Adel is incredible."

"Where did you see them?"

"Amsterdam."

"Having a break from your friends with red lights?"

"Oh ha ha. I'm Shane Gray, though I'm sure you know that, despite your music taste."

"You're too cocky for your own good."

"It's just confidence, my dear." I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Are you coming on to me?"

"Now why would I do that? I don't even know your name." He said smoothly. What the fuck? Was he flirting with me?

"And you're not going to."

"Oh I will find it out. Especially if you're in one of my classes."

"I highly doubt that."

"Hmm, you probably will be. You have the hips of a dancer." He said glancing down my body. I blushed. He was definitely flirting with me.

"Take your eyes off my hips. They're none of your business."

"Oh they will be soon." Okay, now he was beginning to sound pervy.

"Excuse me? You sure have got some nerve."

"Oh I didn't mean it in that way. Funny how you jump to that conclusion though."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, you know exactly what I mean, Miss No Name."

"I'm not sure I do."

"You will," he said before walking out the door. He was infuriating.

I changed into my sweats for hip-hop dancing, which was after lunch. I sat down with Caitlyn, after entering the cabin.

"You know how you were arguing with Shane Gray last night?" she asked me.

"Yeah, about that. I had another run in with him and he was like flirting with me."

"Weird, he's like bi-polar. Anyways, guess who's teaching this class?" I shook my head. How was I supposed to know? "Shane Gray." Oh great. Bi-polar man is teaching me how to dance. It's not like I needed to be taught, well maybe I could be taught hip-hop, even though I didn't want to, but not my ballroom. I'd been doing ballroom and Latin classes since I was five. So I know my tango from my rumba. Stupid dance class. I didn't even know he could dance. So that must have been what he was talking about before.

"Great, I just hope he keeps his eyes off my hips."

"What?" Caitlyn asked.

"I'll tell you later." In walked the ass. Joy, my day just kept getting better. Everyone stood up.

"Grab a mic and a hat." He said coldly. Great, it was jerk time again. I stood still while everyone else went in a flurry to get the stuff. He looked at me questioningly.

"What?" I asked with attitude, as always.

"I just gave you instructions."

"Hmm, I think I'll pass." I love sarcasm, as you can tell.

"Excuse me?" yes I was getting on his nerves. Success.

"You heard me."

"Yes, I did. And I'd be thankful if you got rid of the attitude."

"Why should I get rid of mine when you haven't gotten rid of yours?" I heard some people gasp in the background. Gee, and audience; that was exactly what I wanted.

"I will not tolerate someone talking to me like that."

"Then send me out Teach. It's not like I want to be here."

"Why did you take this class then?"

"Three reasons: I needed something to do this period. They don't do head-banging classes, not that I need then though. They also don't do professional ballroom and Latin classes."

"You do that kind of dancing?"

"What, just because I listen to heavy metal, it means I can't do trained dancing?" I said echoing a question of his from earlier. "So yes, I do have the hips of a dancer. It's what ten years of dancing does, you know?"

"And you can do these dances professionally?"

"I don't know, you should ask all my numerous trophies and medals. They're all gold." I said smiling a sickeningly sweet smile.

"Favourite dance?"

"Argentinean tango, it's also my best. Want to test me? I guess not though, you probably don't even know how to waltz."

"That would be where you're wrong. I did nine years of dancing. I gave it up when the band hit the big time."

"Which band, yours or another? I'm not sure whether your band really has hit the big time."

"What would you call two platinum albums?"

"Numbers. You'll hit the big time when you guys actually learn how to play your instruments."I heard the rest of the class murmur, and I heard Caitlyn say "oooh, burn!"

"I think I will test you. Someone needs to put you in your place."

"You mean first? I'll be right back then." He raised his eyebrows at me. "Heels, you think I'm going to dance without them?" I was already out the door, so he couldn't respond.

He was so annoying, yet I enjoyed arguing with him. It was strange. I would normally skive off, but I found myself wanting to go back. I didn't know why, I didn't like him. It was so fucking confusing. Did I like him? No, I couldn't, I didn't even know him. I just liked the arguments. Why did I get myself into such strange predicaments? I was going to have to dance and Argentinean tango with Shane Gray. I was going to have to do a passionate dance with Shane Gray. Why did I have to shoot my mouth off like that? I was going to have to rub his legs with mine, and what-not. I am such a dolt. I'd probably end up getting killed by his stalkers.

A/N: woo new chap. So I changed the name of this, as I thought maybe it was putting people off. I don't even know where this whole dancing thing came from, the Argentinean tango had been in my head for a while, but I didn't think I'd put it in this. So I finished my English folio. Yay! And I'm also going to see the Jonas Brothers at Wembley!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So I'm happy. Though apparently I was depressed in November or something. Please review people, One of the Boys got a lot of reviews, and so far, this hasn't. R&R, also i got Twitter, the link's on my profile.