Holy crap, already over 110 reviews? You guys serious are amazingly awesome readers! In this chapter, we get a little bit of Smitchie fluff!

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I stormed off, going to my cabin to get ready for my next class. Hip Hop dancing. Which is the perfect class to take when the only times you dance in public were those slow dances like the waltz, right?

So now, really, I was on my way to self-humiliation. Gee, isn't that great? Not to mention, Caitlyn was in the class, because her dad made us be in all the same classes. But now she's mad at me again.

Sure, I know that me joining Tess group wasn't an idea she loved, but I wanted to be in a group! Sure, I could have turned down Tess' offer and hope another group would come along, but what could be the chances of that? And it's not like I have the guts to go up to some random group and be all 'Hi! Can I join your group?'. Like I would be able to do that. Can this day get any worse?

WHAM!

Please tell me I did not run into who I hope I didn't just run into.

I looked up to see a very pissed looking Shane Grey. I just had to ask.

Before he could even open his mouth, I put my hands up and said, "Look! If you want to take your anger out on someone, take it out on some else because I am not in the mood! And if you give me any of that jerk attitude crap, I will not hesitate to knee you where it hurts! And I can do that, I've taken self defense classes!"

He then looked at me, and responded with, "God, who pissed in your cheerios this morning?"

I think I've been getting too much sun, because the next thing I knew, I was laughing at what he just said. For some reason, I found that saying funny.

"Are you...okay?" He asked, his face now with an expression of confusion. I nodded my head and brought my laughter to giggling.

"I just...I don't know why...but I find that saying funny," I said, grinning.

"I...didn't mean for it to be funny," He said, looking at me like I had just grown two other heads.

"Come on, it sounds kind of funny. That, or the way you said it. Who pissed in your cheerios this morning?" I said, making my voice deeper and madder to sound like him.

And the first time I bet since he got here, Shane Gray cracked a smile. He actually has a nice smile. I did not just think that. Okay, I did. It doesn't mean anything.

"You suck at imitating me," He said and I simply shrugged.

"What did you expect?"

"Something better then that."

I stuck my tongue out at him. Immature, yes. But oh well. I'm sure he's met weirder people before.

"What's your name?" He then asked. I looked up at him, at first wondering if he was talking to someone else. I've never been one to be calm around guys. I always stutter and make an idiot out of myself.

"M-Mitchie," I told him nervously. There must be something wrong with me. I have no problem sticking my tongue out at him, yet I get nervous when telling him my name. He must be use to it though I bet.

"That's a cool name," He said and I smiled.

"Thanks. Well, I have to go get ready for my next class," I said when I checked my watch.

"And I have to go meet up with Brown cause he wants to talk," He muttered and then looked at me, "If you were a camp director, you wouldn't be too mad if one of the counselors blew off his first class, would you?"

I gave him a knowing look and while nodding his head, he replied, "Yeah, I thought so."

"Good luck," I said and began walking away. A smile was on my face for some unknown reason.


I walked into the dance studio and walked up to Tess and the girls, who were sitting in a corner. Tess was talking to Peggy and Ella. I sat down next to Tess

"Okay you guys, remember, when he gets here, act cool," Tess said to them.

"When who gets here?" I asked and they stood up and I did the same.

"Shane," Ella said. She looked like she was trying not to squeal.

"Wait, he's teaching this class?" I asked, trying to cover the nervousness in my voice.

"Yeah," Peggy told me. I did my best to act cool and that I didn't care.

"Cool," I said. Just then, Shane entered the room.

"Grab a mic and a hat," He said, not even bothering to get our names or anything, "Keep up with me if you can."

We all did so and got a mic and a hat out of the box and got ready.

"Hurry!" He said. This was not the guy I was talking to earlier. Maybe he is bipolar, like those magazines said.

"Come on, hurry up!" Shane said and pressed play on the stereo and got in front of us. Without even breaking down the moves, he began dancing. Jeez, someones a little too confident in their white pants. Which, by the way, how did the heck did he get those on?! Seriously, I've seen people with some people with some pretty tight pants, but those look like you would need surgery to remove them! Wait a second, why am I think about how tight Shane Grey's pants are? Okay, that conversation in my mind never happen...

"Across the floor!" He then said and we did exactly what we were told. We started catching on and began doing the dance moves with him. Surprisingly, I learned the dance moves without as much trouble as I thought it was going to take. It was actually pretty fun!

Once class was over an hour later, we were all talking while walking over.

"I'll catch up with you guys, I just need to tie my shoe," I told Tess and she and the girls began walking out of the room. Once I was done tying my shoe, I stood up.

"Hey," I turned around to see Shane looking at me.

"Hey," I said, hoping he wouldn't notice how nervous I was.

"You were pretty good."

"Thanks. That was my first time doing hip hop dancing," I told him.

"Really? Well, good thing I was such a good teacher," He said and I couldn't tell if he was being serious or not.

"Yeah, a teacher who was a little too confident in their white pants," I replied, hiding my grin.

He looked at me with one of his eyebrows raised, "Does someone have a problem with my white pants?"

I shrugged, "I just find it weird when a guy's pants are tighter than mine," I told him. Oh my god, I am such an idiot.

"Are...are you insulting me?" He asked, confused.

"No, I'm pretty sure I'm insulting your white pants, not you," I said and he laughed.

"Sorry, I didn't get the memo that you have to make sure your pants are equal in tightness with a girl," Shane said sarcastically and I laughed.

"Well, I gotta go," I said, realizing Tess was probably wondering where I was.

"I'll see you around," Shane said and I walked out of the room.

"Where you and Shane Grey talking?" I looked to see Tess standing there, looking at me.

"Uh...yeah," I said.

"How do you know him? And what were you talking about?" She asked. She looked curious, but at the same time a little mad.

"We met earlier. And we were just talking about...dancing," I said, figuring it would be weird if I said we talked about his white pants.

"Did he say anything about me?" Tess asked. Okay, that sounded rather conceited.

"No...why?" I asked. Tess sighed.

"Look, we need to get on his good side, since it's very possible he's going to be one of the judges for the Final Jam. And if we can get him to like us, or well, more importantly, me, and can snag his vote, then we'll totally win!" She said as we walked. I stopped and looked at her.

"Shouldn't we win by just doing our best? And isn't that like, cheating?" I asked. Tess put her hand on my shoulder and looked at me.

"Mitchie, I know my group is the best, but its good to have the judges on your side. Besides, it's not cheating. It's a strategy. My mom said it's never a good idea to play it safe when it comes to competition. So next time you talk to him, be sure to mention the group, okay?" She asked and I nodded my head.

"Also, mention me, okay? Because I know that I am so his type," She said and walked away.

"Wow..." I said. And I thought Shane was cocky. I didn't like the idea of trying to convince Shane to play favorites. It would seem like I was just using him. And I didn't want that. Because, as much as it shocks me, he isn't that bad.

Weird, right?


Sorry it took a bit. I was figuring out what to do with the dance class scene. My friend Christina gave me the idea of the conversation and bit about Shane's tight white pants, lmao. You can thank her for that. Please review!