I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I've been busy with school!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock.
A week later…
Nate called. He called every day at least twice but I never picked up. I simply just stared at my vacant expression in the mirror and turned from side to side as I scanned my body. At that moment I was completely naked, stripped of my pride and clothing. Everything Caitlyn said was true, ever since we were three years old and she said my forehead was too big. But of course her mommy made her apologize, and of course my mommy wasn't there, instead she was at the Grammy's and winning a nice award for her superb singing. Of course I was fat, my mom was never here to yell at me for eating ice cream with cookies after midnight!
I watched the tears trickle down my face and leave salty streaks on my cheeks. I was so weak for crying, so fragile. I turned away from my reflection thinking about how it would mimic every motion I made. It was a copy, like I was of my mother. I had her blonde hair, her blue eyes, her voice, her skin, her everything!
I sighed to myself and put on a sweat suit. I was going to the gym for the eighth time that week. Yes I know there are only seven days in a week, but I went twice yesterday. I grabbed my tote bag with my keys and started walking. I fired the limo driver, walking made me burn more calories…the calories that didn't exist since I haven't eaten since that day. Sure I was hungry, but at least I would be skinny. Pain is beauty, that's what everyone in Hollywood tells me. I crossed the busy street once the little white man showed up…maybe I should get hit by a car, then I wouldn't have to eat except for the IV!! But that would be painful and Nate would visit me while I look horrible. I can't let that happen.
I pushed open the door to the gym and flashed the guy my membership card. The first thing I walked up to was the treadmill and started it at 10mph. That's what I always started at, it was hard but it helped. I closed my eyes and started pumping my legs feeling sweat already coming out of my armpits.
"Tess Tyler? At a gym?"
My eyes snapped open immediately and my mouth fell open when I saw who was in front of me.
It was Shane Grey…all decked out in gym clothes including a sweat band around his forehead and a towel around his neck. I pushed the off button on the tread mill and got off.
"Heeyy Shane." I drawled out trying to be casual.
"What are you doing here?" He questioned.
"Oh, you know…just working out those bicep, triceps!" I said with a nervous laughed.
"…God you are such a freak. What does Nate see in you?" Shane asked out loud crossing his arms.
I stiffened. "Nate…likes me?"
"Yeah. The boy keeps talking about how pretty you are, and how you haven't been answering his calls. It's getting annoying, not that it wasn't annoying before. The kid's basically infatuated with you." Shane snorted getting on the treadmill next to me.
"He is?"
Shane snorted. "Naw! I just felt like making up lies."
"Okay Mr. Sunshine, no need to get sarcastic. What did I do to make you hate me anyway?" I asked starting the treadmill up again at the same speed.
Shane stopped and looked at me. "You really need to ask?"
"…are you still mad because of what I did to Mitchie?" I asked with hesitation in my voice.
"Obviously. But also because you changed so much since I last saw you. I remember then you were actually kind of cute, in the little kid way. You were such an amateur it was adorable." Shane replied with little emotion shown on his features.
"Oh…" I said trying harder to keep up with the pace of the treadmill. I could barely hear Shane with all the blood pumping in my ears and I was struggling to keep my eyes open. The same thing happened yesterday, I felt like falling asleep but I just kept my legs moving.
I could feel Shane's voice fading until I heard a panicked 'Tess!'.
Then all I felt was darkness…
I hope that was a little more serious than the last chapters. Review please!
