Chapter 9

She had a bouffant of red hair. Well, it wasn't really a bouffant, but it was huge. Her hair was just plain scary. She was wearing a low cut top, which didn't cover her stomach and didn't have any sleeves. It was basically a bra. She was also wearing Daisy Duke style shorts and cowboy boots. She looked like a whore. I could tell, even from a distance that she was wearing at least three layers of foundation. Doesn't she know that the only make-up you should wear at least three layer of is mascara and eyeliner? Well, that was just my opinion.

Shane couldn't take his eyes off her. He is such a typical male. And he had just been kissing me! He is a man-slut. Maybe I should have just listened to what all the tabloids were saying. But no, I had to end up liking him. I just knew that I was about to get hurt.

The hooker walked over to us. Her hips swayed a little too much. She must have been practising that in the clubs she worked at. She stopped in front of us.

"Hi there, do y'all know where the camp director's office is?" She asked us. She had an extremely southern drawl. My God, she was such a stereotype.

"I'll walk you there." Shane said. I knew it. He was just going to leave me hanging after our conversation.

"Why, thank you." She said with a sickly sweet smile.

"Shane, what about the conversation we were just having? I wasn't finished talking to you."

"I'll talk to you layer Mitch." He dared to call me that whilst doing what he was doing. He left without so much as a wave.

He angered me. So, apparently he liked me; that was why he was walked off with the first slut he saw. Why did he have to be such a male? And why did I have to fucking like him? Did he not realise that I had feelings? I was not going to let this phase me though. I had to show him that I wasn't hurt by his actions. Saying that, I was not going to dance with him.

I told him how I felt about him and he completely forgot as soon as he saw down that slag's top. I guess he hadn't changed. He was still the same old bastard who thought he was better than everyone else. Well, he wasn't going to mess with my emotions, I would not let him. That's why I felt tears pooling in my eyes. Bastard.

As soon as he was out of sight, I ran to my cabin and collapsed on my bed. I realised that tears were streaming down my face. How could I let him get to me? This was all I was going to let happen to me. Crying was enough. I wasn't going to let it send me into a depressed state again. I wasn't going to let that happen over a guy. I was fucking stronger than that!

Caitlyn came in while I was still crying. She sat on my bed.

"Mitchie, what's wrong?" She asked softly.

"Shane's a bastard." I stated darkly.

"Have you only just noticed that?" She asked jokingly. I glared at her. "What's he done?"

"He's run off with some whore."

"And who would that be? Tess?"

"No, some random bitch that interrupted us, looking for Brown's office."

"That's weird."

"Yeah, tell me about it. And she couldn't have picked a better time to interrupt us. She pulled dup in her car when I was kissing him."

"Her car? Where were you?"

"The parking lot; I wanted somewhere private. Stupid ass hole. Apparently he likes me back. Why did he go off with that slut then? I should've just stayed clear of him like my head told me to. I'm an idiot. And he's a dick." I stated maliciously. Caitlyn thought for a moment.

"You know what you have to do?"

"What?"

"You've got to show him what he's missing." She said with a smirk.

"And how do you propose I do that?"

"You flaunt what you've got." I raised my eyebrows at her. What the hell was she talking about? "Look, I'm not going all lesbian on you – not that that's a bad thing – but you should hide your legs in your jeans. You have a good pair of legs on you, so stop hiding them. And you need to show a bit of skin. I'm sure you have a few low-cut graphic tees. If not, I'm a wiz with scissors."

"And why should I do this?"

"To show him what he's missing and that you're strong enough to move on. Although, he could end up realising that you're doing it to get his attention which would make him even more big headed. Is he that smart?"

"I'm not sure. It's possible, although he thinks everything's about him anyway."

"Can I please raid your closet?" She pleaded.

"Alright, but don't touch my band t-shirts." She made a squeal before running to the place where I kept my clothes. It was going to be a long day.

One Week Later

"Wow, Mitchie, you look hot." Barron said as Caitlyn, Lola and I sat down for breakfast. I blushed. Caitlyn shot me a disapproving look. I turned my blush into a smirk.

"So I didn't look hot before?" I asked him. He began to stutter.

"N-n-no, I didn't mean it l-like that. W-what I m-meant to s-say w-was-"

"Don't worry Barron; I'm just messing with you. Thank you for the compliment." He breathed a relieved sigh.

"So, what's happening today?" Caitlyn asked.

"Same old, same old." I said.

"Any gossip today?" Lola asked Barron. Funnily enough, ne was the resident gossip. He was worse than Tess.

"Oh yeah, I heard something this morning. Whilst walking past his cabin, I heard Shane Gray on the phone." I shuddered at his name. "I listened to what he was saying because I'm nosey. He was talking to Nate, and get this: Nate and Jason are coming here later."

"Oh my God, really?" Caitlyn squealed the three of us looked at her funny. Who knew she could be so girly? She blushed. "I mean, really?" she said after clearing her throat and deepening her voice.

"Yeah, and we're going to let you get away with that. Spill." Lola said.

"I like Nate." She said in a whisper.

"Really? I never guessed," Lola said in a monotone. Okay, I was missing something. I was confused.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Caitlyn asked.

"Hmm, let's see shall we? You have a picture of you two as the background of your phone. Your room at home has tons of posters of him. You text him constantly. You smile when you get a text back. And you constantly talk about him." She said in the same monotone. Wow, how come I didn't know any of this? I made a note to spend more time with Caitlyn.

"Okay,, maybe I'm slightly obvious." She said embarrassedly.

"Slightly? Honey, the only person who doesn't know is Nate himself. Come on, you've been like this for two years; tell him already."

"No, he doesn't like me in that way. Who would? And it would ruin our friendship." She sighed.

"Caitlyn, sometimes you just have to take a chance. I don't know why he wouldn't like you. You're gorgeous, witty, amazing at producing, and a great friend. On top of that, you have a good dress sense." Lola told her.

"You think so?"

"Duh, am I right, or am I right, Barron?"

"What, oh, uh yeah." He said in a faraway tone.

"Okay, ignore that, he's gay."

"I'm not!" He said in outrage.

"Oh, come on, you're like Perez."

"No, I'm not. I'm just nosey."

"Yeah, and I'm the president. Just admit that you're attracted to guys."

"I'm not. I just said that Mitchie was looking hot today."

"You could be bi."

"Lola, I'm not attracted to guys."

"Dudes, shut up!" I yelled. They sheepishly shut their mouths and out an end to their bickering.

"So, do you know why Nate and Jason are coming?" Caitlyn asked tentatively. Barron shrugged.

"Why don't you ask them?" Lola asked whilst raising her eyebrows up and down comically.

"Oh, shut up." She may have said this, but she didn't hesitate to take out her cell phone and start texting someone. A few seconds later she shoved it back in her pocket.

"So Mitchie, are you ready to show the world what that dick's missing?"

"Ready as I'll ever be." I sighed.

"Lighten up; you're going to make him wish he had told that hooker where to stick it. You're going to make him wish he was with you, and not a whore who goes by the name of Savannah-Cassidy Reeves." I shuddered at the name, hatred bubbled inside me.

"Let's go." I said confidently.

Savannah-Cassidy Reeves, how I loathed. She was a cow. She came from Nashville, Tennessee. She had gotten her claws into Shane and she had no intention of getting rid of him. She seemed nice and almost everyone liked her apart from us four and Tess. Tess hated her because she had stolen her crown. Tess had been working on her camp queen status for years; in walks Miss Southern Trash and Tess is dethroned. I hated her for obvious reasons.

Caitlyn and I had decided that we would leave it a week before launching her plan (AKA Plan Show Shane What He's Missing). A lot could happen in a week. This was proved to be true when about three days after the ordeal in the car park, it was announced that the southern whore had gotten herself a boyfriend in the shape of Shane Gray. I mean, come on, she was only there for three days and she had already lured him in. It took me four. Although maybe that was because I didn't mean to; whereas she had every intention of trapping him.

Caitlyn had found my skin showing clothes; the ones I had hidden. I don't even know why I took them with me. I never wore skirts – I hated my legs – and I hadn't worn short sleeved shirts for over a year. I didn't feel very confident in the clothes, but I really wanted to get back at Shane and Caitlyn had said that it was perfect. I wasn't so sure, but I wasn't going to let that show. I was a good actress. I was going to make this work for me, and was going to be the kind of girl who wore clothes like the ones I was wearing. I was going to exude self-confidence.

Before I knew it, it was lunch kitchen duty... again. I stood there peeling potatoes, which my mom told me to do. In walked the living embodiment of sin. She walked right up to me and crossed her arms under her chest, pushing up her breasts.

"I know what you're trying to do." She stated.

AN: So I finally updated. Exams are over! Wooo, but I still won't be updating that often because I'm being slow with this fic, I'm working on WLWS and another idea, which I'm going to post a taster of later. I'm not doing any more of that till after this is finished though. Hopefully you'll check that out. That's all I have to say really, apart from its one week and a day till JB! R&R