Loving You.
Chapter 9: The dangers of Camp Rock.
Mitchie ran that last couple of steps into the mess hall; the rain becoming unbearable as it collided against her skin. The night was falling, and darkness was gaining a strong hold upon the landscape of Camp Rock. Shane was a couple of inches behind Mitchie, contemplating what was to happen in their future, would she return to Eric, or would she break up with him? Would she run into Shanes open arms and answer every one of his prayers? Shane winced slightly as the icy droplets crashed against his face and he hoped that Mitchie would would make the right desicion, but most of all he hoped she would find happiness.
Shane watched Mitchie crash through the doors, a smile etched on to his face, hiding the heartbreak within. Shane was bombarded with a couple of the female campers, most of which still hadn't accepted that there was a famous star in their presence.
Mitchie clambered through the small crowd that encircled Shane and ran over to Brown who was stood at the front of the hall, a list in his hand and his finger moving over the students as he mumbled numbers under his breath.
"Sir, is Caitlyn in here?" Mitchie blurted out, gaining Brown's attention immediately. Her eyes skimming over the crowd as she awaited his answer.
"Funny you should say that." Brown said, studying his list. "She's one of the few students I'm missing. But don't worry, she'll probably still be in her cabin, that's where the other students are." Brown said cheerily, trying to lighten the mood as he gave Mitchie a beaming smile before wandering over to a group of beatboxing students.
"Yeah, I suppose" Mitchie said, quietly to herself but she was still unsure. She turned around abruptly as a cold and rather strong gust of wind crashed against her back. She could see Nate stumbling into the hall, drenched from head to foot, he to seemed to be looking for someone and Mitchie had a feeling she knew who.
"Mitchie" Nate exclaimed, running over to her, his feet slipping across the wet floor. "Is Caitlyn in here?" Nate asked, his eyes gazing over the rest of the campers, just as Mitchies had moments before.
"No, she's not. But she's probably in the Cabin, well that's what Brown said." Mitchie replied, trying to disguise the doubt and discomfort she was feeling but she didn't notice the glint of horror flitter over Nates features.
"No, she isn't" Nate muttered wiping the rain from his face. His voice dropped to almost an inaudible volume. "I've just come from there." Nate whispered, the words causing him to wince, relaying his findings outloud making him comprehend just how real this situation was.
"What?" Mitchie's eyes widened as she realised her friend was still out in the storm. She gripped onto a nearby table as the worst possible scenario flickered across her mind.
Nate nodded slowly as he tried to decipher what was happening. If she wasn't in the cabin or the mess hall where was she? It was a Saturday, meaning no classes, meaning no classrooms were open, meaning she had to be outside. Nate was certain that that very second of realisation his heart stopped beating.
"Oh no" Nate and Mitchie were drawn out of their morbid thoughts by a sarcastic gasp. They turned their heads simultaneously their eyes laying upon the one, the only, Tess Tyler, who had her hand covering her mouth in mock fear. "What's so dangerous about a storm?" Tess proclaimed laughing, a chorus of laughter coming from the two younger girls behind her. Tess's new followers. Tess stalked around the pair, both Nate and Mitchie's eyes follwing her and both possessing looks of loathing and disgust. "Is someone going to get hurt by the big bad rain!" She giggled, pushing her glossed lips into a pout.
"Actually Miss Tyler you'd be surprised, in a place like this they are extremely treacherous, considering the amount of trees. And, it's dark" Brown stated, appearing from behind the group, and catching Tess's last statement. Tess stopped stalking and turned to Nate and Mitchie, both of them restraining the anger that was bubbling throughout their bodies.
"Well, looks like Caitlyn's in a bit of trouble then" Tess smirked, stifling a laughter.
"Shut up Tess" Nate snapped, his jaw clenched and his eyes shadowing.
"What? Caitlyn's still out there?" Brown queried, concern and panic coursing through him. "Oh dear" He muttered sincerely, rubbing his face with his hand as his looked out of the window.
"I'm going to look for her" Mitchie stated, determination running through her as she went to walk past Nate.
"No you're not" Brown ordered as Nate stepped in front of her, obstructing her path, his eyes showing no other emotion than determination.
"I have to. We can't just leave her out there" Mitchie near shouted as she turned to Brown, her hands raised in the air. Her eyes fell upon Shane who had appeared over Brown's shoulder, his face twisted into a horrified frown.
"At the moment no one is going out there! We'll have to wait until the storm settles a bit, or until we get some light. Hopefully Miss Gellar will have the sense to find some shelter" Brown said, trying to keep his voice authortive.
"I think Mitchies right" Shane muttered as he stepped in front of his uncle and to his rightful place, by Mitchies side.
"Oh, Shane, you know as well as I do Mitchie can't go out there" Brown sighed, exasperated.
"Not Mitchie no. I will, we have to find Caitlyn" Shane damanded, Mitchie couldn't help but feel a wave of love and admiration wash over her, Caitlyn had become like a sister to Shane, the boldness and persistance in Shane's eyes causing her to shiver.
"No one is leaving this hall! Do I make myself clear!" Brown yelled, his voice deepening. A couple of the younger students jumped, scrambling away from the proximity near Brown.
"No" Mitchie hissed, turning back to the door, but before she could reach it Shane asked a daunting question.
"Where's Nate gone?"
Mitchie and Brown's eyes fell instinctively upon the door, watching it swinging on its hinges. Someone had left, and they all knew who.
Nate sprinted into the darkness that had fallen upon Camp Rock, his heart racing as he pushed himself to run as fast as he physically could. His eyes were squinted as he tried to make his way through the forest that lay just on the outskirts of campus. The rain was colliding agonisingly against his bare skin, causing him to groan as his body protested.
His arms were pumping powerfully against his sides as he charged forward, clambering over the roots of various trees. Nate inhaled dramatically as he was attacked by the overhanging branches that surrounded him, he tried to duck them, but it was fruitless.
Nate stumbled forward, landing harshly against the ground, he let out a sharp grunt as his knee grazed across the gravel. Despite this, he jumped up and continued to run further into the darkness, further away from Camp Rock and further away from safety. Why? Simply because, he knew where Caitlyn Gellar was.
Caitlyn Gellar was crouched down beneath a tree, the biggest tree at Camp Rock, it was almost dead in the centre of the forest and she had found it on the first day of her first year. Caitlyn began to shake as cold sobs raked through her body, her arms tightening around her knees as she pulled them close to her chest. She was freezing, the raindrops battering against her bare skin as she hugged herself tighter. She hadn't meant to get stuck out here, she came out here to think, like she always did but she had been stranded when the light faded too quickly for her to realise.
Caitlyn pushed her back against the tree a little harder, desperate to find shelter beneath the large and haunting branches. Caitlyn knew that in a storm, a tree was probably the worst place to take refuge, but when stuck in a forest what was she supposed to do?
Caitlyn looked around at the usually familiar surroundings but could see nothing but black, the rustle of bushes causing her to jump as wind whistled through them. The peaceful scenery that she usually observed whilst here had been ripped apart by the harsh winds and the daggers of rain. Caitlyn liked to come here when she was angry or upset, it was her place to think and most of all, cry. She came here to let out her emotions where no one else could see her, or judge her, as Caitlyn believed crying made her weak, vulnerable.
A loud rustle forced a small gasp out of Caitlyn's lips as she jumped up, pressing her back and her palms against the tree trunk. The snapping of a branch signalled that she was not alone, Caitlyn closed her eyes tightly, more tears slipping out and clinging to her eyelashes, camouflaging against the rain. A small beam of light hit her face, she refused to open her eyes, but closed them tighter.
"Caitlyn?" Caitlyn opened her eyes instantaneously as Nate's voice filled her ears. "Oh thank god!" Nate cried as he moved forward, opening his arms to hug her, but quickly changing his mind and taking a step back.
Caitlyn stared at him, open-mouthed, her eyes adjusting to the sudden burst of light that had appeared in front of her, and was protruding from what she presumed was Nate's phone.
"W-what are you doing here?" Caitlyn stuttered, not moving from the tree.
"I came to find you-" He muttered, feeling slightly embarrassed yet relieved at the same time. "We really need to get bac- Are you crying?" Nate asked stepping a little closer, concern ripping through his chest.
"No!" Caitlyn snapped instantaneously, trying, although unsuccessfully, to push herself further into the tree. "It's raining!" Caitlyn hissed, feeling anger rising up within her. "What are you doing here Nate?" Caitlyn repeated.
"I just said, I came to find you" Nate said again, his voice soft.
"Why? I mean, it's not like you give a toss about what happens to me!" Caitlyn barked as she finally moved away from the tree and turned her back on Nate, wrapping her arms around herself as the rain continued to pour against her.
"Of course I do Caitlyn!" Nate said immediately, insulted by what she thought of him.
"Clearly!" Caitlyn shouted back, sarcasm controlling her tongue.
"God Caitlyn, maybe if you let me explain" Nate started, beginning to get frustrated. "The record label didn't like us having female friends, they thought it would lead to us having girlfriends, which would apparently lose us half of our audience." Nate said without a breath, desperate for Caitlyn to understand and forgive him.
Caitlyn's heart lifted slightly as she heard his excuse, but how could she tell if he was being honest, she couldn't even see him properly.
"How do I know your telling the truth? " Caitlyn snapped turning around, making sure her acid tongue was still in place.
"You don't, you just have to trust me."
Caitlyn's heart stopped as the words fell against her ears. What was she supposed to do now? He had a reason, a fantastic, realistic and rather believable reason.....but now what? Caitlyn thought of everything she wanted to say to him, every confession, every apology, but her mind was blank. She opened her mouth to speak as Nate's eyes lit up with anticipation and hope.
Tell him. Tell him.
"Ok" Was all Caitlyn managed to say as Nate's face fell. "Shall we head back then?" Caitlyn asked, cursing herself under her breath as more tears cascaded down her cheeks.
"No." Nate said quietly and determined. "Why are you crying?" He pressed.
"I'm not!" Caitlyn muttered. "It's the rain" she snapped, begging the tears to stop falling.
"Caitlyn, I can see you." Nate replied matter of factly as he held the phone up higher, illuminating both of them. Caitlyn said nothing, just wiped her face quickly. "Why is it so hard for you to let people in?" Nate asked, receiving only a shrug from Caitlyn. "Just because you cry doesn't make you weak" Nate said, begging for Caitlyn to trust in him. "Tell me why you're crying."
Caitlyn said nothing, but looked down at her shoes as they disappeared into a large puddle. Could she really let him in? Suddenly a large flash lit up the sky, Caitlyn could see Nate's face clearly for a second and could see the dismay and fear in his features. Her heart breaking at the sadness that radiated from him.
Nate's eyes widened in shock as the fork lightening crashed against the ground just behind Caitlyn, who jumped in dismay, a shriek escaping her lips.
"Oh my god" Nate heard her say, her breathing erratic as she clutched her throat. Nate stayed silent, his heart racing, that was way too close for his liking. A resounding crack echoed around the forest as the pair looked for the source of the noise.
"Caitlyn" Nate bellowed as he realised what the noise was. Caitlyn stared at him in confusion, her eyes questioning his outburst. She turned sharply as an ear splitting noise fell upon her ears, the sight she was met with causing her heart to stop. Her tree was falling, falling towards her. The descending trunk becoming ever closer and Caitlyn seemed to be stuck to the floor, even if she could Caitlyn knew it was pointless, she couldn't move that fast.
Caitlyn heard someone shout her name once more, she assumed it was Nate. God, she wished she had told him. Then abruptly, she felt a sharp pain in her side as she was pushed sidewards. She shrieked as her body collided with the ground, her head hitting the floor harshly, pain erupting in her skull as she felt an immense pressure on her stomach as something fell on top of her.
A/n: Ergh! I feel rather mean leaving you with that. But hoe hum. Once again, i've written the next chapter so it's down to you guys!!!! But again, no pressure!!!!! It's another long one up next, if you don't like Naitlyn then I do apologise but I did warn you that there would be significant Naitlyn in this story. Don't worry though there is some Smitchie drama as well :)
Oh and I almost forgot! I HAD THE MOST REVIEWS SO FAR FOR THE LAST CHAPTER! Thankyou so much. Ergh, I really do love reading all your reviews!!! It's so much fun and I love to hear what you guys are thinking. Cheerio. x
