Chapter 3
I woke up sleepily the next morning; half expecting that today was Final Jam. As the memories of last night rushed back, I bolted up. I had really won Final Jam, Shane had really sung with me, and we were really going out. Smiling, I got out of bed and dressed in a pair of jeans and an old t-shirt before heading off to breakfast. Mom must not have wanted to wake me up because when I got to the kitchen, breakfast was already done and the Mess Hall was starting to fill up.
"Mitchie, over here," Caitlyn called from an empty table.
"Hey, Caitlyn," I said, sitting down across from her.
"Congratulations on Final Jam," Caitlyn said, "By the way, where's Shane?" As the words were coming out of her mouth, the boys, Shane, Nate, and Jason, walked over and sat down. Shane sat next to me and grabbed my hand under the table. A little known fact about Shane, he hate's PDA. Nate sat next to Caitlyn and Jason sat next to Nate. I bit on the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling at how close Nate and Caitlyn were.
"Good morning," Jason said cheerily.
"Not so much," I said as the inevitable goodbyes started to loom on me.
"What's up, Mitch?" Caitlyn asked. I just looked at her kind of sadly and she picked up what I was thinking about. That's what's great about being good friends with someone; you almost never have to use words to communicate.
"What?" Shane asked, not getting the look.
"It's the last day of camp," Caitlyn explained.
"I hate goodbyes," I groaned. I had to say goodbye to all the friends I had just made and, worst of all, Shane.
"We can call and email and text and I don't live that far away," Shane said, squeezing my hand tightly.
"Shane, I don't have a cell," I said, blushing.
"I know," he smirked. That just caused me to get majorly confused.
"Besides, according to Shane the recording studio is close to where you live," Nate said.
"And guess what. My parents got a new house right next door to yours," Caitlyn said excitedly.
"Really? You're the buyers?" I said excitedly and she nodded.
"See, you don't have to say goodbye to everyone," Shane said.
Before I knew it, I was standing outside my mom's van, loading the last of the boxes into the back. I sighed and closed the door, realizing that I'm not going to see this place for a long time.
"Mitchie," Shane called, running up to me. "I wanted to catch you before you left. Here," he said and handed me a small package. "Don't open it until you're out of Camp Rock and yes, your parents know about it." I was really confused but agreed anyway.
"Come on, honey, we have to go before traffic gets too bad," Mom called.
"Bye," I said and kissed Shane on the cheek before hopping into the van. Tears started forming as I saw Shane slowly growing smaller in the rearview mirrors. The second we were on the highway I tore open the package. Not only did he get me a cell phone but he got my an IPhone already loaded with 2 songs, This Is Me and Gotta Find You, and Caitlyn, Nate, Jason, and Shane's phone numbers and email addresses.
"I was wondering when he was going to give that to you," Mom said, jolting me back to reality.
"He is amazing," I said, turning the phone over in my hand, trying to think of what I had ever done to deserve this.
We arrived back at my house a few hours, and many texts to Shane, later. I skipped up to my room and plopped my bags on my bed. My heart sank when I realized I had school tomorrow. At least I had Caitlyn and Sierra to help me get through the sure drama. Even though we didn't officially announce that we were dating, news was going to be all around tomorrow about me singing with Shane Gray. I mean, the press went crazy with their cameras during our duet.
"Hey," Caitlyn said, opening my door.
"How did you get in?" I said, startled.
"Your parents let me in," she laughed. "What are you thinking about that's making you frown."
"School, everyone knowing about me and Shane singing together, Rachel," I listed.
"Who is Rachel?" Caitlyn asked, cutting me off. She plopped on my bed next to me.
"Imagine Tess without the famous mom and with not talent," I said, "Avoid her at all costs."
"No need for the warning," Caitlyn groaned. "I see Shane gave you the phone."
"Did everyone know but me?" I laughed.
"Pretty much, yeah," she said, laughing. The strumming of a guitar filled the room and I looked down to see that I had a call from Shane. I picked up as the first lines of Gotta Find You drifted out of the phone.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey, Mitchie," he said, sounding guilty.
"What's wrong?" I asked, setting the phone to speaker so Caitlyn wouldn't feel left out.
"I may have, um, blurted out to a reporter that we're dating," he said guiltily. Well, there went my plan for avoiding that. "You're not mad, are you?" he said carefully.
"No," I groaned, "Just nervous about school."
"If she gets killed by jealous fans, I will kill you," Caitlyn threatened jokingly, I hope.
"Oh, and the executives at Lava want to have a meeting with you tomorrow after school to discuss This Is Me," Shane said.
"Really?!" we squealed.
"Yeah, we'll pick you guys up," he laughed, "See you tomorrow."
"Bye, popstar," I said, my mood considerably better.
"Bye, and it's rockstar to you," he teased, hanging up the phone.
2 reasons why this is so short. 1) i have no idea what to type after this and 2) it's 15 minutes after i'm supposed to be in bed and i wanted to get this up.In the last about week I found out sprained my shoulder, got sick at a movie theater, went to the movie theater to see a crappy movie (Fired Up), and ended going back and waiting an hour for a movie cause i got there early (Race To Witch Mountain). I just want to make a few things clear, 1) i'm working on 8 stories so don't complain if it takes me a while to update, 2) the reast of the story is all in Mitchie's Point of View, and 3) if you have read/are reading JSS you have until I post the next chapter of JSS to suggest sequel names and I'm already partway done with the chapter. Summary; someone goes missing and mey or may not die.
