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Hey everyone! 100 reviews! Yay! You guys rock! I love you guys! First story I've ever reached 100 reviews on! Congradulations to the Jonas Brothers for winning six teen choice awards! Awesome!

I watched Studio DC: Almost Live and the new Camp Rock/Jonas Brothers/Demi Lovato commercial…the one where the girls walk by them and tell them 'guys I'm on the phone'…then she screams…then says 'guys I was just kidding…it was a joke!' It was hilarious!

Team Inferno! Sorry random moment! –Starts laughing-

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Mitchie's P.O.V

Shane looked at me worriedly. What was up? Did the text message person get to me? I completely forgot. Then I remembered. I collapsed on the hard wood floor of Shane's dance class.

"You passed out." Caitlyn said for Shane.

"Shane?" I said trying to break him out of his thoughts.

"Mhmm?" Shane mumbled looking at me.

"I'll leave you two alone…Shane tell me what the nurse says okay?" Caitlyn whispered the last part to Shane, although I could hear her.

"Yeah." Shane replied to Caitlyn as she left.

"You okay?" Shane asked.

He grabbed a chair and sat next to the examination bed.

"Yeah…but if the nurse is supposed to be examining me then where is she?" I asked.

"She took some blood…she ran it down to he lab across campus…" Shane explained.

"Oh…but I don't need test taken on me…I'm fine…" I said looking down at my arm to reveal a band-aid.

Truth is I do have a headache but I'm fine. Shane looked at me quizzically.

"You hit the floor pretty hard…you're lucky you didn't get a concussion." Shane stated.

I laughed. Did he really expect me to buy the 'you're lucky you didn't get a concussion' crap? I just wanted to leave. I sat up, but instantly regretted it because Shane pushed me down.

"Shane what the heck is you're problem?" I asked pretty ticked off that Shane pushed me down so hard.

"I'm sorry…I didn't mean to hurt you…really I didn't…it's just that…you're not leaving until we find out if you're actually okay or not." Shane said.

Gah! Why did he have to be so over protective?

"I'm leaving!" I yelled getting up.

Shane must of known he couldn't stop me from getting up because he instantly got up and ran to the door to block it.

"Shane! Move!" I yelled.

"No you're not! What's you're hurry? Got a date with the threatener?" Shane asked.

"That is not funny!" I yelled, fresh tears burning my eyes.

"I'm sorry." Shane said embracing me into a tight hug.

"It wasn't funny, I shouldn't have said anything." He added.

"You ga tat rit." I said.

"Huh?" Shane asked.

He was confused because I said it right but it came out all muffled because I was crying into his shirt.

"I said…you got that right…" I said, pulling away from Shane.

I wiped my eyes as the nurse came in out of breath. I was guessing, she wasn't fit because who can be out of breath from walking across campus, sitting down for about 15 minutes while waiting for results and then walking back across campus? Okay, it sounds tiring but it can't be. Can it?

"Is she okay?" Shane asked.

"What my loving boyfriend means is am I free to go…yes…good…bye!" I said, heading for the door.

Shane grabbed me by the waste, gently picked me up and placed me on the examination bed again. Darn he had a strong grip, even when being gentle. I smiled at Shane. He gave me a warning glare.

"She didn't say anything." Shane whispered in my ear. I smiled again.

"Mitchie have you eaten anything in the past 2 days? Gotten any sleep?" The nurse questioned.

"Sleep…no…couldn't sleep last night at all…eat…yes…last ate yesterday afternoon…lunch…" I said, looking down.

I really didn't want to see Shane or the nurse's glare…even though I felt them go through me.

"What?" Shane asked.

"Why?" The nurse asked.

The lunch bell rang.

"Listen since I didn't eat in the last 24 hours…I'm hungry…I'm going to go eat…" I said running out the door.

Shane chased after me. He ran in front of me, so I stopped short.

"Why haven't you eaten in the past 24 hours?" Shane asked me.

"Because, last night I got the text messages so I was too scared to eat and this morning the 'fight' with you." I explained.

I put air quotes around fight…because I really didn't mean the fight.

"Listen…I'm hungry…can't we just go eat now?" I asked.

Shane nodded.

"Yeah…let's go…" Shane said holding my hand.

When we got into the mess hall I could hear whispering. It was really bugging me. Shane and me spotted Caitlyn, Nate and Jason by the lunch line. And apparently they spotted us too.

"Mitchie! Shane!" Jason yelled.

Way to gain attention Jason. We walked over to them.

"Hey guys!" Shane said.

"You okay?" Caitlyn asked me.

"Yeah…fine…" I said.

I really did hate that question…I mean I'M FINE! Brown walked up to the five of us.

"Hey, I heard what happened, are you okay?" Brown asked me.

I glared at Shane.

"She's fine." Shane answered for me.

I think he knew I hated that question more than anything and that it was annoying me because he looked at me sympathetically. We ate lunch and then we all went to me and Caitlyn's cabin. Shane said he'd be right back and left. I wonder where he's going.

Shane's P.O.V

I walked down the dirt path to a familiar cabin. I knocked. Until the person I was looking for opened the cabin door.

"Shane…hi…what are you doing here?" She asked.

"Is it a go for tomorrow?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Okay…" I said turning to leave.

"Oh and remember don't mention this to Mitchie at all, she doesn't like talking about it." I said.

"Okay…but I'm starting to think she doesn't know anything about this…are you lying to me?" She asked.

"No." I stated simply.

"Okay, but I hope you aren't lying because I don't want to get in the way of you and Mitchie." She said.

"I'm not lying." I said leaving.

"Or maybe I am…I really hope she doesn't find out." I mumbled to myself, walking back down to Mitchie and Caitlyn's cabin.

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Who was Shane talking to?

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Why is Shane lying to Mitchie?

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