Disclaimer: I do not own Camp rock, wizards of waverly place or any of it's characters.
Also, I do not own Starbucks. :)
This chapter is dedicated to Chloe (Pictures Of Me. Pictures Of You) because she is amazing, and encourages me to finish my chapters - also, gives me ideas and support! Ifly Chloe :)
Chapter Three
The night everything changed.
So I guess that leads me to where we are now.
A stubborn, determined Harper, plonked herself down on the gravel and I was forced to sit beside her. The wind whipped my dark curls around my face, as I watched the stars slowly come out one by one - lighting up the sky. I craned my neck to look up at them and sighed, it was getting cold by now and I was pretty sure connect three had no plans to return anytime soon. I rubbed my hands up against my arms, trying to get the heat to return to my body with no such luck. This was getting ridiculous. I sighed, pushing my palms into the little stones that left imprints in my skin and helping myself up. Harper immediately shot a confused look my way.
"Where are you going?" she asked, tucking a strand of red hair behind her ear.
"It's freezing, I'm going to get a Starbucks" I told her, spinning on my heels and walking towards the bright lights of the nearest Starbucks shop. I sighed and my walking slowly sped up to a run as the need for warmth and a hot drink overtook me. By the time I reached the coffee place my breathing was ragged and my throat burned. I really needed a drink.
Slowly, I made my way towards the counter. It was a late night and the shop was pretty much deserted apart from a few people, and one guy in the corner talking loudly on his phone.
"I know babe, and I'll be there soon. The line in this place is tedious!" he said, his voice raised. He was obviously having an argument with whoever was on the receiving end of the blackberry, and I sighed. He was facing the wall, as if this would somehow make the argument more private. However, none of the other customers seemed to be particularly interested with this strange man - and that made me feel idiotic, I immediately walked up to the counter and ordered two drinks. One for me and one for Harper, before the man chimed up once again.
"I'm sorry, I love you" he said, his tone softer. "See you soon"
He then hung up, and began to turn around. I looked away, my cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. I was unusually intrigued in this guy and his conversation, and as I picked up the two cartons of coffee I wondered who the girl he was calling 'babe' was. Without looking where I was going, I turned around with the two drinks in each hand and smacked bang into loud phone call guy.
I resisted the urge to curse loudly as I watched my precious latte fall down his black hoodie, dripping off and onto his white skinnies. I looked towards his face, and under his sunglasses his expression was angry (I couldn't help but wonder why he was wearing them inside). His eyebrows furrowed together in frustration, and as he yanked the glasses from his face, my mouth dropped open in realization.
"Shane Gray?" I asked shakily, holding the now empty cardboard cup. I felt like a bumbling idiot, and his slightly scared facial expression confirmed my suspicions. He grabbed my wrist, causing me to drop both coffee cups, and as I was pulled towards the back door I heard the owner shouting angrily towards us. I knew that I should feel unsettled and slightly scared that a stranger was dragging me away, I knew this should upset me. But this stranger was Shane Gray. And I wasn't just any stupid, defenceless girl. I was Alex Russo, and I was a wizard. He pulled me through the back door, and his grip was tight around my wrist. I knew if I wanted to I could wriggle away, but something about him kept me following him through the darkness.
After a while I realized he had pulled me into the alley at the back of Starbucks. The lighting was dim, illuminating the rock star's face ever so slightly. He sighed and ran his hands through his hair, not speaking. He hadn't said a word to me since I'd recognised him in the coffee shop, and I wondered why I was here.
"Why am I here?" I echoed my thoughts slowly, and I lifted my head to look him in the eyes. I realised I was a few inches shorter than him, and that he was looking down at me. He took a deep breath before opening his mouth to speak.
"What do you want?" he barked at me rudely. I was a little taken aback in all honesty. Who did he think he was?
"Excuse me?" I said, putting one hand on my hip.
"I said... what do you want?" he repeated, slower this time. He was talking to me as if I was stupid, and that made me mad.
"I want nothing." I replied, crossing my arms against my chest in an act of defiance.
"Then why are you wasting my time?" he hissed.
He then turned his back to me, walking angrily away. His blackberry in one hand and using the free one to rub down his ruined hoodie. But I had un-finished business.
"Hey!" I shouted, running after him and grabbing his arm. He spun around fast as lightning, wondering who would dare to even touch him. He was Shane Gray for crying out loud! He was a rock star, a jerk, but he was amazingly intriguing.
"What now?" he asked, anger burning in his chocolate brown eyes.
"I'm sorry about your hoodie, can I make it up to you?"
I stood in the cold, waiting for his response. After all, I'm sure he was a busy guy - but he was also angry. He had so much rage and fury built up inside him, and I liked un-raveling mysteries. Picking people apart piece by piece and getting to know them, getting to understand them. From being a small child, I had always paid attention to the small things. and there was more to Shane Gray than he was letting on.
