This Is Me: Chapter 10

'Cause I'll be there I the back of your mind, from the day we met 'til you were making me cry. And it's just too bad, you've already had the best days, the best days of your life.

Best Days Of Your Life – Kellie Pickler

Monday's duet class was when the camper's would perform their duets for us. I wasn't overly excited or anything even though I was the ones who gave them the task.

"Let's get this show on the road." I announced walking in the room.

Couple after couple sang a song and I cringed at most of them.

Most campers decided to sing with a friend instead of trying to find someone whose voice went with their own.

"Guys, if you are simply going to sing with a friend because you are comfortable with them, you need to work harder to make your voices clash better."

Most looked disappointed, I admit that they had been trying but they really needed to try harder.

"Each person is supposed to complement each other and make onlookers feel amazed at your chemistry. I know some of you saw Shane and me on tour, we got a dozen of awards for our duet."

"If you think you are so much better than them, show them how it's done Mitchie." He instructed me, grabbing his guitar and sitting down. "Everyone, Mitchie and I are going to sing you 'This Is Me'." He announced.

I shook my head, "Shane, no."

He didn't listen to my objection and began playing his guitar, playing a tune I hadn't heard in so long.

The whole class was watching me, curious as to what I was going to do.

Shane played the intro at least five times before I finally just walked out of the room, not looking back.

I ran as fast I could down to the lake and ended up sitting on the docks.

I just couldn't do it, I couldn't sing it and I didn't know why.

It was a stupid song anyway, I had written it so long ago.

I didn't realise how upset I was until Shane found me a few minutes later.

"What was that? It's not like you to not be able to sing in front of a crowd." He commented, sitting down calmly next to me.

"You put me on the spot, I just couldn't do it." I admitted.

My phone began ringing before Shane could even respond and I hurriedly answered it, thanking god I had reception.

"Hello." I answered happily, I didn't care who it was I was just so happy that it was someone from the outside world.

"Hey, girl. You weren't kidding about the crappy reception; I've been trying you for ages." I heard Abigail laugh her ear-piercing laugh.

I stood up and walked back towards the beginning of the docks, worried that if I went any further that I'd lose reception.

"This place sucks, babe. I swear that if I never had to come back here again that it would be too soon."

"Sounds like shit."

"It is," I affirmed, "Not one person here is mildly interested, most the campers lack talent and are simply trying to be nice to me because I am me."

She laughed, "Sound fun."

I rolled my eyes, even though she couldn't see, "You should come get me away from this little whole in the ground."

"My dad seems pretty set on keeping you there, he think it'll help get your head out of the clouds, whatever that means. Just think, as soon as you get home I will be there with a fabulous party waiting for you."

"Thanks, I guess I better go though."

"Have fun." She told me.

"Oh yeah, my idea of fun is teaching these losers and being stuck with people I don't want to be around."

She snickered at this and I saw Shane get to his feet, anger plastered all over his face. He went to walk past him but I shoved my hand against his chest, my phone still in my hand, to stop him going.

"Aren't you going to hang up?" He asked tonelessly, before trying to get pass me.

I instantly wrapped both my hands around his wrists, "What the hell is up with you now?" I demanded to know. I was sick of him being so bloody hot and cold all the time.

"What's wrong with me? I was right there listening to everything you said, Mitchie. You are so insensitive and bitchy."

"Oh, so I'm a bitch all of a sudden?" I asked as he pulled his wrists out of my grip.

"No, you've been one this whole time." He answered me, harshly.

"Well you're an arsehole." I retorted, storming off back to my cabin.

I didn't get how he could treat me like this, especially after the history we had together. I gave him the best time of his life, he told me that. He told me he had never been happier than when he was with me.

"Why won't he answer my calls?" I asked Sierra, sadly. It was the end of the school day and I was due to leave on tour with Connect 3 the next week.

I had tried to call Shane a few times now and he wasn't answering me.

"Maybe, he is rehearsing." Sierra replied, closing her locker.

I shook my head, "No, we are supposed to have a rehearsal tonight and I'll meet him there."

"I'm sure he is just busy, Mitch." She assured me as we headed towards the exit.

Many of my classmates had decided to start talking to me since they found out I was seeing Shane. I didn't care though because I knew who my real friends were.

I shoved my cell phone in my pocket and walked outside with Sierra. Let's just say I was extremely surprised to find Shane waiting for me, leaning on the hood of his convertible.

I felt my mouth drop open, I was amazed.

"I'll see you tomorrow." Sierra said to me as Shane through a wink in my direction.

I quickly ran over into his arms, desperately needing his lips on mine to feel complete.

"What are you doing here?" I asked after pulling away. I didn't even care that my class mates were taking photos of us, obviously to send into gossip sites.

"Well we have rehearsal in a few hours; I thought we could spend time together beforehand. You are after all my favourite person to spend time with." He smiled that charming smile of his.

"Really?"

He nodded, grabbing my school bag off me, "I have never been happier in my life, you have seriously taken over my brain." He laughed.

He was so amazing to pick me up from school just so we could hang out together.

I didn't think I'd ever be able to vanquish him from my mind and he wouldn't ever be able to get me out of his.

I kicked my cabin door open when I got there and grabbed my guitar, sitting down with it to write a new song as I was completely angry right now. I hadn't written any new songs since in months, I allowed the label to get writers to write songs for my next album that would do the best on the charts.

Writing seemed to just work for me; I had completely finished the song within twenty minutes and ended up playing the whole thing one final time.

"You speak to me
And in your words I hear a melody
But in the twilight it's so hard to see
What's wrong for me

I can't resist
Until you give the truth a little twist
As if you're gonna get away with this
You're not sorry

I can't believe I fell for this

I fell through the hole
Down at the bottom of your soul
Didn't think you could go so low
Look at what you've done
Your losing me is what you've won
Got me planning to go solo, solo

You sing to me
Too bad you couldn't even stay on key
If your life is such a mystery
Why don't you just stick to acting?

Here we go again
You couldn't even find my number until when
You thought that you could get to my best friend
Without a script your game is lacking

I can't believe I fell for this

I fell through the hole
Down at the bottom of your soul
Didn't think you could go so low
Look at what you've done
Your losing me is what you've won
Got me planning to go solo, solo

I'd rather go to a party alone
Than have to walk around with you on my arm
Now that I'm proud to admit that we're done
Good luck trying to find me

Cause I didn't think you could go so low
Look at what you've done
Your losing me is what you've won
Got me planning to go solo

Now we're done
Cause you've got me planning to go solo, solo
Solo, solo"

It was only when I put my guitar down that I realised that my cell phone wasn't in my pocket.

"Shit." I cursed, going over to check my bag. It wasn't there either.

I checked on my drawers and even on the bathroom counter. I became worried; I always had it on me.

I took some deep breaths before checking under my bed and even through the sheets. I checked through the drawers, pulling out my clothes and throwing them on the ground.

"Where the hell are you?" I moaned to myself.

I made a dash off to the cabin my duet class was in as I may have left it in there.

I frantically began searching throughout the room but couldn't find it still!

"I swear to god, if one of those little shits found it and are calling Zac Efron right now, I will be forced to kill them." I spoke to myself.

"You know, talking to yourself means you're going crazy."

"Oh great, just who I wanted to see." I said sarcastically, seeing Shane in the doorway, "Now if you don't mind, I've misplaced my phone."

"Do you remember where you last had it?" He smirked.

It finally hit me, "The docks!" I shouted, getting up off the ground and running out, ignoring Shane calling after me.

As soon as I got there, I began searching all over for it but it was nowhere in sight.

I had grabbed Shane when he went to leave earlier, I must have dropped it and it must have fallen in to the water.

"How do I function without my phone?" I wailed, "Why, me?"

I heard laughter; Shane had followed me down to the lake and found the situation extremely amusing.

"You'd be upset too if you lost your phone." I accused.

"You dropped your phone when you grabbed my wrists earlier."

"I figured." I quipped. It didn't take a genius to work out that that was what had happened.

"Well you dropped it and ran off, guess who picked it up?" He asked, pulling my cell phone out of his pocket.

I instantly went forward and grabbed it out of his hand, kissing the screen of my phone.

"You better not have tried to call Zac Efron."

"I did actually, because he is so hot and I couldn't contain myself." He chuckled.

I had to admit, Shane was still the charmer and I felt a smile tug at the corner of my lips.

"Thank you." I said sincerely, "I don't know what I would have done if I'd had lost it."

"I do still care for you, Mitchie. I'd never be able to forget you, even though we aren't exactly on good terms right now."

I bit my bottom lip, not sure what to say.

"Look," I breathed out after a moment, "I want us to get along, it will be much easier for everyone including ourselves. Let's try and be civil."

He smiled, "I'd like that."

"I'd like that too."