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Chapter 3
Mitchie's P.O.V.:
I shouted out my apology for being late while almost plowing into my mom in the process.
"Sorry," I said again.
"It's alright. Why don't you go ahead and get started with the clean-up while the others and I set the food out."
"Alright," I said looking around for a place to start first.
Baking station, I thought.
I was cleaning up some spilt flower and picking up one of the fallen chef hats when I heard the kitchen doors open and a voice yell out, "Hello?" It scared me because I wasn't expecting the shout and I fell, face first, into the bag of open flour.
I rose to see Shane Gray looking unpleased and glaring. The glare grew worse as he saw me.
With a raised brow he asked, "Do you work here?"
"Yes," I responded weakly.
"Wow, you really get into your work" he said mockingly. "I'm Shane, but I'm sure even the kitchen help knows that." He added cockily.
Who does he think he is? I thought to myself. You could feel that arrogance on a completely different continent!
"Of course," I said trying to give him the benefit of the doubt. "Nice to meet you. I'm Mitchie." I laughed awkwardly.
"Yeah, actually it's not so nice. My manager said he sent my food allergy list here, but since I couldn't go near my breakfast this morning-" his voice grew angrier as he continued in his rant, then he paused. "Can I just talk to whoever's in charge?"
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"What?" He responded in a clipped tone.
"You're being rude." I said honestly.
"And who the are you?" he asked snarkily. The same way Tess did when I tried to be nice and introduce myself.
"A person! There's a way to talk to a person and that's not it!"
He looked at me with a half surprised half confused look.
Well, you can tell where the attitude comes from. I thought, looking at his expression, Looks like no one's ever bothered to put him in his place every once in a while.
"I'll just have my manager send it again."
"Fine." I said and he turned to walk away.
"Uh-hm," I cleared my throat before he could leave and he turned back.
"Thank you?"
"Oh you do have manners. Much better," I said giving him a nod of dismissal. He slammed the door behind him.
Later that day
Shane's hip-hop class:
For the second day in a row, we were all sitting around talking waiting to see if Shane would show today. Thinking back on the little conversation we had in the kitchen, that wouldn't be happening at all this summer if he didn't feel like it.
He's such a diva.
To my surprise, not five minutes later, Shane angrily sauntered into the room and over to a bin full of props.
"Grab a mic and a hat, follow me if you can." He said as he pressed the play button on a radio and began to dance. The steps were fairly simple and easy to pick up on after the first run through. After the third time, Michael, who was dancing next to me and Sierra, got bored with the steps and complained.
"You know, for such a mega genius in all things Hollywood, he sure sucks at choreography."
"Ain't that the truth," Sierra grumbled. I snorted in a very lady like manner.
"You got something to say?" asked a voice from the front of the group as the music stopped and everyone turned to face me, Michael, and Sierra.
"Excuse me?" asked Michael.
"You heard me same as I heard you. You think you can do better, feel free to show me," said Shane, offering Michael and I room to come to the front of the class.
"Why not," said Michael as he made his way to a table holding an IPod port. "Sierra?" He called indicating for me to come to the front with him. "You mind?"
"Nope. What're we doing?"
He showed me the song and pressed play.
[Verse 1]
Every night up in the club getting money with the thugs thought I'd never fall in love (what what)
Then there was you (what what)
And I don't wanna be a player no more
Every night in the club tricking with a different girl thought I'd never fall in love (what what)
Then I met you (what what)
Girl you changed my mind
One look
And just one touch
And I knew she was the girl for me
Like no other I had seen
They say I am tripping
But I know what I want
This girl here is different
She got something that they don't
Yeah
[Chorus]
She might be my lover
She makes me want no other
She don't care if I go to the strip club
She wanna go too
I never met a girl like you that makes me want to settle down
They throwing me that booty
I'm already taken
There's a lot of girls up in this club
But baby I'm taken
When that good ole groupie love
I'm already taken
And it's hard as a man but I know I can
Baby I'm taken
[Verse 2]
She's the apple of my eye
Keep that body on time
I know I'm a player
But she might be Mrs. Right
Plus, that girl told me
If I ever do wrong
I can have all the money
All the keys
From that day on she's through with me
[Chorus]
She might be my lover
She makes me want no other
She don't care if I go to the strip club
She wanna go too
I never met a girl like you that makes me want to settle down
They throwing me that booty
I'm already taken
There's a lot of girls up in this club
But baby I'm taken
When that good ole groupie love
I'm already taken
And it's hard as a man but I know I can
Baby I'm taken
[Verse 3]
Every night up in the club getting money with the thugs thought I'd never fall in love
Then there was you
And I don't want to be a player no more
Every night in the club tricking with a different girl thought I'd never fall in love
Then I met you
Girl you changed my mind
They throwing me that booty
I'm already taken
So hard to look the other way
But baby I'm taken
I don't want to be a player
I'm already taken
No more
No more
Baby I'm taken
None of these chicks cant fuck with me baby
None of these chicks cant fuck with me baby
Ain't none of these chicks cant fuck with my baby
Fuck with my baby up
Fuck with my baby up
None of these chicks can't fuck with me baby
None of these chicks can't fuck with me baby
None of these chicks can't fuck with me baby
Fuck with my baby
Fuck with my baby
I'm already taken
I don't want to be a player
Baby I'm taken
I just want to love my baby
I'm already taken
No more
I'm already taken girl (yeah) [x4]
At the end of the song the whole class cheered and clapped and Michael and Sierra took a bow.
"What the hell was that?" asked Shane angrily.
"Us listening to your request; you said show you better, I think we did." responded Michael.
"Please," scoffed Shane. "That would never top me."
"Your class seems to think otherwise," argued Michael.
"Wow, way to be attention whores. First you bad mouth his teaching, then you highjack his class. What's next, you gonna steal his band?" said Tess, feeding the flame that was Shane's temper.
"It's not his band. Him and his brothers formed that band together, they perform together. Not everything is about him. It'd be wise to stop making it seem that way now before his head explodes from overload of massive ego." I warned.
"You know what?" Shane interceded before Tess could respond. "Since you're so great and seem to know everything, you don't need me to teach you. Leave," said Shane pointing towards the door.
"Me? For what?" I asked, temper flaring.
I've talked to him all of twice in one day and he's already having a bad impact on my attitude.
"Pissing me off!" he responded.
That is it!
"Oh, what's wrong? Mr. front-man can't handle the truth? Then I'll let you in on a secret right now. You'd better leave cause as long as I'm here, there will be someone to give you a much needed dose of reality, pop star. You may be in the spot light more than everyone else here, but you're still a person. Plenty of people in this world can sing, you're not the only one, so please don't feel special." I said as I walked out of the class.
I can't stand him!
Shane's P.O.V.:
After class
I can't believe her! Does she even know who I am? I chuckled at that. Of course she does, I'm me!
"I can't believe this! I got shown up by nobody's!" I said as I dug through my stuff to find my phone. I'm getting out of here, today! I thought as I dialed Nate and Jason. They answered on the third ring.
"Hey dude," answered Nate. "We haven't heard from you since the nineteenth angry message you left a few days ago. How're you holdin' up?"
"How am I holding up? You and that airhead left me stranded in the middle of nowhere, with no hair products, to deal with people I don't give a damn about. I'm not even going to tell you about the day I've had."
"Okay-" responded Nate.
"So, this girl and her little boyfriend disrupted my class today," I continued to tell him what happened. "They said they didn't like the dance I was teaching so I told them to show me if they could do better. Guess what they did? They showed me up in my own class and then their nobody friend yelled at me about having an ego! Can you believe that?" I asked and continued, not giving Nate a chance to answer. "I mean three nobody's having the audacity to talk to me like that! Do they know who I am?" I shouted now talking to myself more so than to Nate.
"It seems like they do know who you are and were trying to give you what you asked for. You can't be mad that there's someone who was able to do something better than you."
"It's not that, it the fact that that girl told me off! I was already having a bad day because of this girl that works in the kitchen – I'm really not going to get started on her-. And then this girl comes into my class and tells me I'm no better than her or anyone else. I'm Shane Gray!" I cried in frustration. "Look, the point is this is not working out. I want to come home. I've tried the camp thing for a while, I can't cut it. We can find something else for me to do, just please let me come home." I practically begged.
"First off, it's only the second day. Second, you have to stick this out. Either you do this or we're all out of a job. We worked too hard for this for it to just go to waste. So, just tough it out and maybe try to soak in and listen to what the girl had to say. From what I'm hearing, she sounds smart enough. It might be a good thing she's not scared to standup to you." And with that Nate was gone and so were my hopes of escape.
My life sucks!
Mitchie's P.O.V.:
In Mitchie's cabin
I was sitting around in my cabin still sulking over being kicked out of class.
It's not fair! I get in trouble cause he wanted proof he's a walking delusional ego with mediocre dance moves. I could have stayed home with my baby for this. I thought with a sigh.
I missed Sarah. We talked twice a day, in the afternoons before nap time and at night before bed. I felt like I was missing things already and it'd only been two days. Shane's attitude isn't making things any better.
"Hey," said Caitlyn as she walked in, the others close behind. "What was that about?"
"He can't handle the truth! It's not my fault he uses kindergarten moves," I said, pouting. "Besides, that wasn't fair. We weren't the only one who thought the dance could be better. And what was with me being the only singled out? He's just mad because I'm not kissing his ass like everyone else."
"Tess is doing that enough for everybody," said Jared with a laugh. "Did you see how fast she jumped in to tell us off? I'm surprised we could understand her, with her having Shane's junk so far down her throat." That earned him an immediate smack to the head from Sierra.
"What'd I say? Stop being so damn vulgar! I swear! Something's wrong with the both of you!" She said looking from Jared to Michael.
"Don't act like it's not true!" said Jared.
"I didn't even say anything!" argued Michael.
"You were going to!" said Sierra. Michael was going to argue back, but thought better of it knowing he wouldn't win that fight.
"Okay so anyways," said Caitlyn turning back to me. "It happened and it's over with, so stop sulking and come to the movie night. There are some more people I want you guys to meet." She pulled at my arm to get me up.
"Fine, I'll go."
I put on my shoes and we were off to the "theater".
We all met up with Lola who was sitting with two of the guys I remember seeing dance during her performance at Opening Night Jam.
"Hey Lola," greeted Caitlyn. "You remember Mitchie and the others. Guys," She said turning towards us. "This is Barron," She indicated a boy of average height, thin, dark skinned with short curly black hair. "And this is Sander," a boy about the same height as Barron, with light skin, and short curly dark hair.
"Hey it's nice to meet you." I said.
"Pleasures all ours ladies," said Sander who'd stepped forward to kiss my hand while Barron did the same with Sierra. We both laughed and looked at one another causing Jared to frown with narrowed eyes as he placed a possessive arm around Sierra's waist.
"Oh, cut it out. They're just being polite. You know manners." She said now poking at his side trying to get him to smile as she kissed his cheek.
"Mm-hm," was his great response.
"Oh come on," I said with a laugh. "Let's go find some seats." He is ridiculous!
After watching "Harry Potter and the deathly hollows: part II", we all filed out of the theater and wandered over to the lit fire pit.
"Let's play a game!" said Lola.
So a game of truth or dare began and later became a combination of two truths and a lie mixed with storytelling. All in all, what had started as an aggravating day had turned out to be a really fun night with a few new friends made.
A/N: There are 1,929 words in this chapter excluding the author's notes and little "markers" (the bolded text).