Wow, I think I made a lot of people mad when I didn't put Shane and Mitchie together! *hides* I've gotten a lot of questions as to whether they'll be together. Just keep in mind people that I like seeing Shane and Mitchie together as the next person. However, a story without conflict is no story at all. I ask you just have a little faith in the author! Ok, now go read the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock or any of its characters. I simply use them to further the enjoyment of all

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Mitchie had seen him three times already today. She'd passed him on her way to her first class, bumped into him at lunch and ducked her head when she'd gone to her friend's dorm room. Each time she made it a point not to run into him. She couldn't figure out why, after all she had broken up with him, yet she couldn't stop herself. She hadn't been expecting to avoid him. She also hadn't expected how much it hurt. She thought that she was doing the best thing by ending it with him. Their relationship was static and not what it should have been. They couldn't talk to each other, didn't have the same goals for life in mind but that didn't stop her heart from aching a little every time she caught a glimpse of his messy brown hair or tall, lean frame.

The girls didn't help either.

It was worse than the last time. Even though they had been hanging all over Shane freshman year when she had told him to stay away from her, he hadn't really reciprocated any of their intentions. Now he frequently had his arms around the shoulders of the girls he was walking with and she even saw him kissing one of them.

What did she expect? That Shane was going to stay single forever, pining for her? No, she thought to herself, but she thought he'd be waiting longer than this. She thought that she'd be a little harder to get over. It was unfair since she hadn't waited to kiss Brent, yet it still irritated her every time that she saw Shane with a girl.

She sat down in her history class, the one class Shane and she shared that semester, with all these thoughts running through her mind. She looked over her shoulder and he was already there, about six rows back, with his arm around another girl, kissing her as he murmured things to her. Mitchie felt the pronounced pain in her chest again.

"Stop staring at them," Jessie told her without looking up from her book. "It doesn't do anyone any good."

Mitchie turned around in her seat and pouted. Not looking was worse. At least if she was looking at them she knew what was going on. Turning her back on them meant her imagination could fill in the blanks and that was worse than seeing it. What if they were kissing? Were there tongues involved? Were her hands in his pants? Were they planning to go back to his room and have sex?

"Stop thinking about it," Jessie cut in, head still buried in her text.

"Easy for you to say," Mitchie mumbled. "Also, the reading my thoughts thing is really creepy."

"Then stop making it so easy," Jessie answered her, finally meeting her friend's eyes. "Poker face, you have not."

"Good thing I don't gamble then, huh?" Mitchie retorted. Jessie raised an eyebrow slightly.

"For someone who claims not to gamble, you seem to be playing in some pretty high stakes lately. Hope that you don't lose your shirt."

"What's that supposed to mean!"

"Nothing. Everything. Whatever you want it to mean. The great thing about speaking in clichéd metaphors is that I never have to actually admit to what I was talking about. All I have to do is hope that you figure it out on your own."

Mitchie was pretty sure she had figured it out on her. Mitchie didn't see it as a gamble. She had made up her mind, damn it! Shane and she were incompatible and she wished that people would stop telling her otherwise. The only person who could judge her relationship with Shane was Shane. She pushed the fact that he had commented on it to the back of her mind along with the fact that he was still commenting.

'See?' he seemed to be saying, 'You didn't think I could get over you? Well the joke is on you for ruining both of our chances at happiness.' The situation seemed pretty dismal no matter what angle she approached it from.

'Shut up!' she told her mind. It was the right decision! It had to be because there was certainly no going back now.

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Shane could see the back of her head all through class. He tried not to look at her, tried not to notice when she looked at him, tried to pretend that it was coincidence that he just happened to kiss (Candice? Yeah, he was pretty certain her name was Candice) every time Mitchie turned to look. In fact, she turned to look so often, Shane was getting bored of kissing and petting this other girl. It wasn't like kissing Mitchie. This girl had limited skills at kissing. She only had about three variations whereas Mitchie was a surprise every time that he kissed her. This girl also tried to impress too much. Mitchie could make you get hard just by sitting there, zero effort on her part. Kind of like she was right now sitting there in his favorite green shirt that seemed to hug her in all the right—

He had to stop thinking about her. He was over her. It didn't matter what they had. Even though it was the most loving and passionate relationship he would probably ever have it didn't mean shit now. The sooner he accepted that fact, the better.

He sighed. He wished this class would be over. He was so bored and as uninteresting as kissing the girl next to him may have been that didn't mean that the hand that had been constantly, but discreetly, in his pants all class didn't have an effect. Finally, unable to take it anymore, he muttered something about using the bathroom. Five minutes after he had gotten up, the girl wandered out after him. He dragged her into the rarely used bathroom in the building and took her right there during their history class. The whole process had taken about five minutes and he wasn't even sure if she had orgasmed. He didn't really care much. Pleasing her wasn't his top concern and all the girls who had flocked to him lately cared for nothing more than to say they had sex with Shane Grey. It was mutually beneficial to both parties.

Shane walked back into the classroom about five minutes after the girl. He was probably going to have to take her back to his room afterwards. It was harder to get rid of the girls in the middle of the day than at night. Maybe he could make plans with Jason and then not have to bother. He took his phone out of his pocket and texted his friend, asking him to lunch. Seconds later Shane's phone vibrated with the acceptance. Well that took care of one problem, he thought, looking to the girl on his left. That only left one other problem. He looked at Mitchie, all her attention on the professor except for the occasional time when Jessie would nudge her to tell her something.

He had the feeling that a text message wasn't going to fix his other problem.

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"Jason!" Shane raised his hand so that his friend could see him. Jason came over and placed his bags and his food on the table before sitting down.

"This place is packed. I hate eating during the lunch hour," Jason muttered. "Why did you want to meet me for lunch anyways?"

"Because I had to ditch this girl and that was the easiest way to do it."

"You mean she actually lasted all the way from last night until noon today?" Jason commented sarcastically. He picked up his burger and took a large bite out of it.

"No," Shane told him. "I met her this morning. I walked out of my building and she started hitting on me. I figured why not."

"God damn, Shane, what did you do? Screw her in the bathroom in the middle of class."

"Yeah."

Jason just stared at his friend in disbelief. Shane had turned into Jason only a worse version of him. Jason at least attempted to be civil to them. Shane was turning into someone he wasn't and Jason didn't know how to stop it.

"You're a fucking idiot," Jason told Shane.

"Thanks, Jason, I appreciate that," Shane replied sarcastically.

"Just calling it like I see it. I get that breaking up with Mitchie has been hard for you. I don't blame you for being upset. She was an amazing girl and you two were perfect for each other. I've never seen you so happy as when you're with her. I've also never seen you so depressed as when you're apart.

"However, sticking your dick in everything that walks is not going to solve your problems. Mitchie isn't going to suddenly want to be with you again when she realizes what you're doing, which she will. She's just going to be more hurt. She still loves you, Shane; anyone with half a brain can see that. So instead of acting like a ten year old, why don't you grow up and talk to the woman before you fuck things up so bad you can't fix them."

Jason threw his burger on his plate and stood up. Suddenly he wasn't hungry anymore. Grabbing his things he deposited his food in the trash and walked out the door.

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Shane didn't know how but he had managed to effectively piss off every single person that meant something to him. He thought it was interesting how Mitchie broke his heart yet Jason sided with her. Even their break up seemed to be Shane's fault.

And who was Jason to sit there and lecture him about how he was acting with women? Jason, the original womanizer, telling Shane he was uncrossing too many legs. It was such crap. It was amazing how quickly things had gone from absolutely wonderful to complete and utter disaster. Who could have predicted that one girl could have turned his life upside down so many times and in so many different ways? Part of him thought that it was stupid to let a girl have so much power over his happiness. A bigger part of him told him how could he not? Mitchie was everything he had always wanted and never thought he would get.

Except she had taken it all away. She had ruined everything. Why should he sit here and cry for her, for their failed relationship? It was stupid. He wasn't going to mope over her; she didn't deserve it. Why hadn't she just tried talking to him before breaking it off? How was that any more mature than his reaction to the break up?

The rage that seemed to be constantly accompanying him lately began to build up inside him again. His hands balled into fists and his mouth was set into a determined frown. As he walked toward his dorm, a short blond girl walked up beside him, matching his fast pace.

"Hey, I'm Victoria," she said. She had a coy smile on her face and she was looking up at him through her lashes. They both walked into the building and into the elevator. She moved so she was right next to him, hip to hip. She started talking about different things that Shane really had no interest in. The flirting she was doing was completely over the top and he had to keep from rolling his eyes. They finally reached his room and she was still with him.

"Are you coming in?" he asked her, interrupting her long monologue.

"Excuse me?" she asked, a little surprised. He hadn't said a word since they had walked in the building.

"Do you want to come in?" he repeated slowly like he was talking to a child. "I assume the reason that you're following me is because you want to jump into bed with me, correct?"

"Uhh… yeah," she answered after a moment of shock. "It's just that easy?"

"As long as you're not expecting anything afterwards, yeah, it's just that easy."

She smiled and walked into the room. In seconds Shane had both their shirts off and was steering her towards the bed. There was a knock at the door. Shane ignored it and was working on the girl's bra when the knock came again. Shane groaned in frustration.

"Give me one second," he told her. He walked over to the door intending to lay into the person on the other side. He pulled the door open hard and was staring into the dark brown eyes of Mitchie.

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'Where is it,' Mitchie thought to herself. 'I know that I have it somewhere.' She racked her brain, attempting to find her missing English book. She had finished the novel way ahead of schedule and now had to use the book for class. The only problem was that she couldn't remember where it was that she had left it. She had already ransacked her room, her book bag and her car and it had turned up in none of those places. There was only one place left to look and she dreaded going there. Shane's room was not where she wanted to be at the moment. She knew she'd eventually have to go there and get all her stuff, she just hadn't thought it would be so soon.

She got up and grabbed her room key along with the spare key she had to Shane's room. She was determined to be there only seconds and didn't even bother putting on shoes. She would go and pick up her things and then she'd never have to go there again. Now if only she didn't need a crane to extract all of her things from Shane's room it really would be that simple. She knew that most of the things she needed were in there. She had been wearing clothes that she hadn't worn for years the past few weeks just so that she wouldn't have to go and get the clothes that she liked out of his room. She wasn't willing to buy all new school books though and now she was forced to go see him.

She ran up the stairs and walked the too familiar path to his room. She felt awkward coming up here and knowing that she wasn't going to stay. His room had been her home all year and she missed it. Her own room was very lonely and she barely knew her roommate. If only she had been rooming with Jessie again it wouldn't be so bad but she wasn't. It was just something she would have to deal with.

She reached up and knocked on Shane's door firmly, something else that was unfamiliar to her. There was no answer and Mitchie wondered if he was even there. Maybe she would get lucky and could just use the spare key to get in, get her stuff, and leave without him ever knowing she was there. Mitchie knocked again just to make sure. She heard him mumbling inside and a few seconds later he opened the door. She easily read the shock on his face.

"Mitchie, what are you doing here?"

"I left a lot of my stuff in your room. I need to get the books that I left and some of my clothes."

"You… should've called."

"Come at a bad time, Shane?"

"Shane, who is it?" called a voice from in the room. She saw Shane wince. Mitchie leaned in a little and saw a girl, half naked, sitting on his bed. Mitchie and the girl both looked away embarrassed.

"I didn't realize you had… company," Mitchie said softly. A few seconds later the girl appeared, fully dressed.

"Maybe we should do this later," the girl said. Shane barely nodded and the girl left.

"I'm sorry I made your girlfriend leave," Mitchie said though both knew she wasn't really sorry. Shane could see she was hurt.

"She wasn't my girlfriend. She was just a girl."

"Oh, so now you're sleeping with any old girl? Damn, Shane, do you even know her name?" Mitchie pressed, sarcasm dripping from her voice. Shane was about to tell her when he realized that he didn't know. He knew the girl had mentioned it; he just hadn't taken the energy to remember. He closed his mouth and looked at his feet. "Oh, God, you've got to be kidding me! I was being sarcastic, Shane!" she screamed at him.

"What business is it of yours anyways?" he retorted, anger in his voice. He was more anger at himself though than he was at her.

"I guess it's not."

Their voices were carrying down the hall and Shane could see people starting to stare. People were even starting to come out of their rooms to see what the commotion was. Shane stepped aside.

"Come inside."

"Why should I?"

"Because I'm pretty sure you don't want the entire fourth floor to hear our argument. Now will you please get inside and not be so pigheaded for once in your life?"

Mitchie just glared daggers at him but eventually, reluctantly, she started walking through his door.

"Look who's calling who a pig," she muttered under her breath. Shane rolled his eyes but didn't comment. He closed the door behind him and faced her. Now that they were alone she noticed that his shirt was also missing. She had almost forgotten how good he actually looked. No, mad, she had to remain mad or she was never going to be strong enough.

"Why are you criticizing me so much? You broke up with me remember? You shouldn't care."

"Shane, just because I broke up with you doesn't mean I stopped being in love with you. It hurts me to see you with someone else and to find out that you started sleeping with another girl only a few weeks after we broke up. I guess I should feel lucky that you waited this long."

Shane couldn't meet her eyes. Jason had been right. He had done some awful things that were now just going to hurt Mitchie. Once again he had been utterly stupid. He had promised not to hurt her and here he was, doing it again. What a fuck up he was. He could see that she was on the verge of tears.

"How long?" she asked softly.

"Mitchie, please don't."

"How long! How long did you wait until you decided to go have sex with some other girl?"

Again there was no answer.

"Oh, God, it was the same day wasn't it? You slept with someone the same day. I thought… did our relationship mean anything to you?"

"God Damn it, Mitchie! Don't you get it yet? Our relationship meant everything to me," he blurted out. His eyes were angry and held as much pain in them as her own. Shaking her head Mitchie headed for the door. She couldn't listen to this but Shane blocked her way before she was even able to grab the handle.

"Move, Shane."

"I'm not moving."

"Why the hell not?"

"Mitchie, you were the reason I got up in the mornings. You were what made my life and relationships worth it. Want to know why I sleep with everyone? Because I'm hoping to God that I can fill up the hole you left. Now that you're here, standing in front of me, well I'm pretty sure that it's not possible."

"Shane, please, let me go," she whispered. She couldn't cry, not in front of him. Shane leaned down and kissed her. He pressed his lips to hers, his fingers lifting her chin slightly. He didn't push it further or let the kiss last long but it still held the intensity that all of their kisses seemed to. God, he had missed her so much, missed the feeling he got when he was with her. He stood up straight and she followed, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him with more intensity. Her tongue brushed over his lips, eager to taste him.

She knew she shouldn't be doing this. She shouldn't be kissing him or touching him or wanting him as badly as she wanted him. But she couldn't stop. She needed him so much that she just couldn't let him pulled away. All the ups and downs and doubts and just plain raw emotions took away all the effort to resist showing him just how much he had hurt her and how much she still loved him. He pulled her into his arms and she laced her fingers through his hair. This was a kiss. This was how a kiss should feel, she thought to herself.

Shane lifted her, carrying her towards his bed. He laid her down softly but never stopped kissing her. He was afraid if he did she would change her mind and he didn't want her leaving him ever again. He lay next to her, his kisses moving across her jaw and down her neck. She moaned in encouragement, her back arching. He kissed along the line of her v-neck shirt smiling slightly when he reached her cleavage. His hands slipped under her shirt and lifted it over her head revealing so much wonderfully soft, tanned skin to his eyes. He gently brushed his thumb over her nipple. Even with the barrier of her bra he could feel her reacting. He kissed her again and reached behind her to unclasp her bra, then threw it on the floor.

Mitchie could feel herself reacting to every sensation: his hands on her breast, his mouth on her neck. Just his warmth from being near her was causing her body to react. It had been so long since she had felt him in her and couldn't wait to feel that again but she knew him. She knew that he would pleasure her in a million different ways before he ever entered her so that when he finally did, it made it all the more intense and amazing. Having Shane make love to her was like no other experience in her life. Mitchie felt him moving down her body again.

Shane placed his mouth over one of her taut pink nipple, swirled his tongue over it and felt a surge of pleasure when he heard her gasp in response. He looked up and saw her leaning back, her eyes closed. He moved his mouth to her other breast, using his hand to tease the first. He slowly moved down her body and kissed right above the tops of her jeans. He unbuttoned them slowly and pulled them down over her hips. He could already smell how aroused she was and had to force himself not to take her right then. Her pants were discarded in the same fashion as her shirt and bra and her cute pink panties followed quickly. Soon she lay in front of him naked and absolutely stunning. He slipped his finger into her slowly, his thumb brushing over her most intense pleasure point.

"Shane," she said, half a gasp, half a moan of pleasure. He smiled and did it again, eliciting a similar response. He leaned down, letting his tongue take the place of his fingers. He sucked her clitoris slightly then once again ran his tongue across it over and over. He heard her breath come faster and faster until finally she was pushed over the edge, her back arching toward him and her hands clutching at his sheets. Backing off, he watched her body relax and heard her soft sigh of pleasure. He laid along aside her, his lips pressing against her neck once again.

"Enjoy yourself?" he asked her softly. His only answer was her hands undoing the clasp of his jeans and slipping inside to grab hold of him. He breathed in sharply and held back his moan of pleasure. She pulled his pants and boxers off of him in one motion, discarding them on the floor where everything else had ended up tonight. Her hand encircled him, stroking him slowly. Shane just laid back, his eyes closed. Seconds later he felt something warm and moist surround his member. His eyes shot open and Mitchie was using her tongue in all the right ways to drive a guy crazy.

Shane couldn't believe it. She had never done that before. Mitchie swirled her tongue over his tip and sucked on it softly. She leaned down and went down as far as she could before pulling back. Taking a deep breath she tried over and over, each time seeing if she could fit more in her mouth. She found she could fit most of it in her mouth before her gag reflex kicked in. She did it again, enjoying herself. If this is how Shane felt every time that he pleasured her it was no wonder that he did it so often. She used her hand to stroke the parts of his that weren't being encircled by her mouth.

This time Shane couldn't hold his reaction back. He called her name, his groans coming frequently and fast. If she kept this up much longer he wasn't going to be able to hold back and he desperately wanted to be in her when he came.

"Mitchie," he said with what he hoped was more coherency than the last ten times he had said her name. Her head lifted and he pulled her up next to him.

"Is something wrong?" she asked. She had never done that before and was afraid he hadn't liked it. Shane chuckled.

"No, that was amazing, but if you had kept it up it would have ruined both our plans."

Mitchie looked at him confused until seconds later she felt him push into her.

"Oooohhhhh," she half agreed, half moaned.

Shane almost wasn't able to control himself, to make it last for both of them. She was so warm and moist around him he almost went over the edge. He pushed into her against, moving slowly at first, enjoying every sensation. This was Mitchie, his Mitchie, the girl that he knew better than anyone. He moved faster, bringing them both close to the edge. Mitchie continued to beg him for more, to tell him exactly what she needed.

They climaxed simultaneously, letting themselves feel pleasure after so many weeks of pain. Mitchie could feel Shane's heavy weight on her but she made no indication that she wanted him to move. Finally, Shane pulled out and lay next to her. Mitchie, already half asleep, laid her head on his chest and began to drift of to sleep. Shane's arms surrounded her and he kissed the top of her head.

"I love you, Mitchie," he told her. There was a mostly asleep mumble of a reply before exhaustion overtook Shane and he fell asleep.

Hours later Shane opened his eyes, a little disoriented. Why was he in his room? What time was it? Then he smiled remembering Mitchie. He rolled over but instead of the warm body he was expecting to feel all that was there were cold sheets. He sat up, wondering if she had gotten up to use the bathroom. Flipping on the light above his head he noticed immediately that something was wrong. His closet was open and there were fewer clothes in it. His book shelves looked emptier and he was pretty sure if he went and looked in the shower he would find only his bottle of shampoo.

She had left again. Shane lay back down. He could still smell her on his pillows and sheets. For the first time since they broke up, tears welled up in his eyes. He had thought that they were going to fix things. That's why he'd… he hoped that he hadn't screwed up again. She had seemed willing, like she wanted it. If she had said she wanted to stop he would have in an instant. Shane shook his head.

No, she had wanted it, had enjoyed it just as much as he had. She had needed that emotional connection just like he did. After dating for so long he knew her well enough to know that much. Chances were she woke up and had gotten scared all over again.

This time, however, Shane wasn't going to let her walk out of his life. It had been hard enough the first time, he was sure he wouldn't survive it again. Shane had enough regrets in his life. He didn't want Mitchie to become another one.

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I know! You hate me you and you want them to be together and I'm so mean for getting your hopes up. Whatever, you know you love it. That's why you're going to leave me lots of reviews and come back and read the next chapter! :-D Or at least I hope so.