Author's note: I own nothing, except the plot line. All characters and all that jazz belong to Disney. I also do not own MapQuest, but I'm sure you all are smart enough to figure that out.

Summary: What will happen when Mitchie returns home from her long, eventful summer at Camp Rock? Will she stay in touch with Shane Gray? What about Caitlyn, Tess, and the rest of the Camp Rock gang? When Mitchie returns to school, she will realize that her summer at Camp Rock has put her popularity in the fast lane. Especially because of the fact that she has the phone numbers of Connect 3. :)

Mitchie sighed as she gazed into her mirror. She brushed out her long dark hair and reached for her make up. It seems like it was only yesterday that she was getting ready for her last day of school, and now it was already time for her first. Tenth grade, Mitchie thought as she applied her eyeliner, I can't believe it's here already.

She walked over to her closet to contemplate her outfit choice. She smiled at the light blue bikini, the gift from the boys, which was hanging on the back of her closet door. She hadn't shown her parents, knowing they would undoubtedly question what had gone on that night.

The truth was, after playing chicken in the pool, all seven of them had fallen asleep on the deck in their swim suits. Mitchie and Shane were laying really close to each other, and Mitchie was almost certain that at some point during the night, Shane had held her hand. They had awoken early next morning, just as the sun began to rise. After they watched it for a while, Shane and the boys went inside and made pancakes while the girls drifted off for a few more minutes of sleep.

Mitchie sifted through her clothes, trying to find a suitable outfit to wear. She finally decided on a pair of dark jeans with a black v neck t shirt. She slipped on her silver ballerina flats and headed downstairs.

"Morning, baby," Connie smiled as Mitchie emerged into the kitchen. She slid into her seat at the table and reached for the remote to flip on Hot Tunes. Connie walked over and placed a plate of french toast in front of her daughter. "How did my tenth grade daughter sleep?"

Mitchie rolled her eyes but giggled. "She slept very well, thank you," Mitchie grinned as she poured some maple syrup on her breakfast. "Where's daddy?"

"The store. Scott called in sick this morning so your dad had to leave early. He said to tell you good luck," Connie told Mitchie as she joined her at the table.

Mitchie and her mother ate in silence for a few minutes until Connie exclaimed "Oh!" and bolted off of her chair. Mitchie looked up curiously and watched as Connie pulled a piece of paper off of the fridge. "We came in through the garage last night, so we didn't see this note in the door. I found it this morning when I went out for the paper." Connie handed the white rectangle to Mitchie, who set down her fork to read it.

Mitchie,
I just wanted to apologize again for all those rude things I did to you, and everyone else, at camp. I truly am sorry. I also wanted to ask if you would like to come to my house next Saturday. I have reservations for a spa treatment for that day, and my mother was supposed to come with me. She took off with her new boyfriend, though, so I'm looking for someone to come along. Of course it will be at no cost to you, so I hope you'll consider it. I look forward to hearing from you.
Your friend, (I hope :D)
Tess Tyler

Mitchie stared at the bottom of the letter, which listed Tess' cell phone number along with her address. That was oddly... formal for a fifteen year old's letter.

"What does it say?" Connie asked as she sipped from her glass of orange juice.

"Um, well, Tess Tyler just invited me to her house next Saturday for a spa treatment," Mitchie said with a raised eyebrow. She handed the letter to her mother who read it over silently.

Connie set it down and looked at her daughter with a small frown. "Well, do you want to go? I mean, next Saturday is your birthday and all, but you can go if you really want to."

Mitchie bit her lip. "I don't know if I want to go. I'll think it over for a while before I make a decision."

"That's a very good idea," Connie nodded, proud of how mature Mitchie was being.

"Well, I should probably go, I don't wanna be late for my first day," Mitchie said. Whoa. Deja Vu alert. She grabbed her back pack and hugged her mom goodbye.

"Mitchie! Hi!"

Mitchie whirled around to find Sierra standing behind her looking very, very different than she had when Mitchie last saw her. She was no longer wearing glasses. Her usual frizzy curls were smoothed and straightened. She wore a plaid mini skirt and a plain tank top.

"Sierra?" Mitchie asked in awe. She took a step forward and took it all in. "You look amazing!" Mitchie suddenly felt very childish in her jeans and t shirt.

Sierra smiled. "Thanks. My grandma came from England for the summer and she brought me a whole new wardrobe. I guess it kind of inspired me to change up my look a little," Sierra added, twirling her combination lock. At the end of the previous school year, Mitchie and Sierra had signed up to keep their same lockers so they would be next to each other again.

"Well, you look great," Mitchie told her as she turned back to her locker. "Sierra, you'll never guess what I did over the summer!"

"What?" Sierra asked as she unloaded some of her new text books into her locker. She shut her locker and grinned as a cute boy across the hall caught her eye.

Mitchie shut her locker too and began walking, Sierra close behind. Mitchie took a breath and grinned, barely able to contain her excitement. "I went to Camp Rock! I met Connect 3! This weekend I was at their mansion and oh my God, it was the best summer of my life!"

Sierra stopped dead in her tracks. "Are you serious?" Her eyes were sparkling and she was smiling, but to Mitchie it didn't look like Sierra's old, friendly smile. "You actually found a way to go? You've got to be kidding me!"

Mitchie shook her head eagerly. "Nope, I'm not. My mom was able to score a catering job at camp, so I was able to go at a discounted price. All mom had to do was cook a whole summer's worth of meals for three hundred kids," Mitchie added.

"Wow. Mitchie, that's amazing! We have get together soon and talk. I wanna hear all about your summer and tell you about mine. Call the cell tonight?" Sierra asked as she walked away from Mitchie.

"Um. Yeah. Definitely," Mitchie furrowed her brow as she watched Sierra chat up a hot senior guy. Okay, so did this grandmother from England bring a whole attitude adjustment over the ol' pond too? And not the good kind of adjustment...

Mitchie tried to shake off the fact that she had been ditched by Sierra as she wove between hundreds of bodies trying to make it to their first class on time. Mitchie found a break in the crowd and headed up the east staircase toward the English department wing.

Mitchie slid into a seat in the back row just as the bell rang. The teacher, a tall, skinny woman with frizzed blond hair and bright blue eyes, stood up from behind her desk.

"Good morning, and welcome to Sophomore English! I'm Ms. Fitzpatrick. As I looked over my class lists before school began, I noticed that there are a number of new students in this particular class, so I would like to have us go around the room and introduce ourselves, just in case some of us don't know each other. So, when I point to you, please stand up and give us your name, along with something interesting you did over the summer." Ms. Fitzpatrick pointed to a girl in the front row. Mitchie knew exactly who the girl was before she said a word.

"I'm Gwen McDermott of McDermott Motors," the pretty girl with long black hair and dark eyes said, "But I'm sure most of you know that." Half of the class chuckled appreciatively, and the other half, in which Mitchie was included, rolled their eyes and fought the urge to vomit. "I did a lot of things over the summer, but my favorite was the month I spent in Japan. That's where I was born so a lot of my family is still there." Gwen sat down and Ms. Fitzpatrick led the class in half-hearted applause.

Mitchie shook her head. Gwen McDermott has been the most popular girl in school for as long as Mitchie could remember. She and Mitchie know each other through their fathers, who were childhood friends. Mr. McDermott moved to Japan shortly after college and met Gwen's mother there. Then, when Mitchie turned seven and started second grade, the McDermotts returned from Japan and began the all-famous McDermott Motors, which, coincidentally, was right across the street from Torres Hardware. Mitchie watched Gwen as she smoothed out her skirt and sat back in her chair, thinking she reminded her of someone, but she couldn't figure out who.

Ms. Fitzpatrick pointed to the next person, who Mitchie knew all too well. Sunny Reese, Gwen's second in command.

"Hey, I'm Sunny Reese, and I went to Cancun with my aunt Maya this summer," the auburn haired girl said as she scrunched up her nose. "I was like, really surprised that Cancun was all, like, nice and sunny, because, like, I thought it was in, like Wisconsin or somewhere like that." Sunny smiled and sat back down.

The class giggled and shook their heads. Sunny Reese has always been the airhead of the group. But, overall, she's a nice person, which Mitchie always found strange, considering she was best friends with Gwen. But, Mitchie reminded herself, Ella and Margaret are friends with Tess and they're both really sweet.

After a few more people, Ms. Fitzpatrick pointed to Mitchie. She cleared her throat and stood up, suddenly aware of the fact that every single person in the class was staring directly at her.

"Um, I'm Mitchie Torres, and over the summer I went to Camp Rock." Mitchie sat down as quickly as she could and tried to avoid envious looks from everyone else who had wanted to get into Camp Rock. Mitchie glanced up and noticed Gwen and Sunny were whispering and shooting curious looks over to Mitchie. She tried to avoid eye contact.

The kid next to Mitchie introduced himself as Zeke and told how he had learned to make Creme Brulee over the summer.

Mitchie's next two classes passed quite uneventfully, except for the fact that Sunny sat behind Mitchie in her third period geometry class. Out of the corner of her eye, Mitchie noticed Sunny craning her neck to see over Mitchie's shoulder. Mitchie shifted in her seat to block her view of her lyrics journal, in which she was scribbling words to a song she was working on.

At lunch, Mitchie surveyed the crowd and realized with a sinking feeling in her stomach that she and Sierra had different lunch periods. Perfect, Mitchie thought bitterly, now I'll be a geek all by myself.

"We're slumming today, can we sit?"

Mitchie looked up to see Gwen, with Sunny hovering close behind of course. That's when it hit her: Gwen reminded Mitchie of Tess. Of course!

"Uh, sure," Mitchie said, sliding her tray a little farther done the table so the two could sit. "Why exactly?"

"Why what?" Gwen asked, unscrewing the cap to her water bottle. She slapped Sunny's hand away, as she was trying to steal a piece of Gwen's chocolate chip cookie.

Mitchie pulled a piece off of her hamburger bun and popped it into her mouth. "Why the slumming? You guys know you could sit at almost any table in this lunch room, and yet you're sitting with me. Why?"

Gwen shrugged. "We haven't talked in a while, Michelle, so I wanted to see how you're doing."

"It's Mitchie, not Michelle. But I'm doing fine, thanks," Mitchie mumbled as she took a sip from her water bottle. Okay, something weird is going on here. Gwen McDermott and Sunny Reese are sitting with me at my lunch table? There's gotta be a catch...

"We heard in English this morning that you went to Camp Rock. You must be good to have gotten in," Sunny said cheerfully, blissfully unaware of the look Gwen was giving her through narrowed eyes.

Mitchie blushed. "I'm not that good. I mean, everyone there is good, of course, but, um, I'm not amazing or anything."

Gwen seemed to ignore this and picked up her plastic fork to spear some cherry tomatoes out of her salad bowl. "I assume you met Tess Tyler there?"

"Uh, yeah, I did, why?" Mitchie asked, startled to find out that the girl who reminded her so much of Tess actually knew of her. Mitchie glanced to Sunny for some light on the current situation, but found that Sunny was busy trying to unwrap her Kit Kat bar and was not paying attention to the conversation anymore.

"Well, I was supposed to go to Camp Rock with Tess this summer, seeing as her mother's new boyfriend is my uncle, and we're getting really close. But, I was invited to Japan and I decided it would be a much better cultural experience than going to some music camp. Anyway, Tess and I are really great friends. It only makes sense, because, well, let's face it: we're both rich, we're both talented, and we're both fabulous," Gwen smiled and shrugged in a pseudo-sweet way.

Mitchie looked down at her tray to keep herself from laughing. She didn't want to be rude, but, really. Who just says things like that?

Gwen cleared her throat. "So. I want dirt. Gimme everything you know on Tess Tyler."

"What?" Mitchie asked, completely caught off guard. "But I thought you guys are 'really close friends', so why would you want to hear dirt on her? Couldn't you just ask her yourself?"

Gwen's head bobbed, as if mulling this over. "See, I could, but what's the fun in that?" Gwen smiled widely, looking at Sunny, who nodded in agreement.

Mitchie dropped her backpack on the ground and fell backwards into the hammock in her back yard. The sun drenched her in warmth, totally comforting her after the long day. She let out a long, deep sigh and stared at a puffy cloud above her. What a strange day... Sierra turning into a clone of every girl at school, having her totally ignore me, meeting Tess Tyler's personality doppleganger, having her ask for gossip, and sitting with her and her popular friend at lunch? Not exactly a normal first day experience.

"Mitchie! Sweetie are you home?" Connie called from the garage. Mitchie heard a crash and slid off the hammock to go help her mother.

"Yeah, I'm here," Mitchie said as she walked into the garage and rushed toward the wall shelves to help her mom push a large metal container back onto the shelf.

Connie sighed and placed a hand on Mitchie's shoulder. "Thanks, sweets. I've been looking for my extra cookie sheets for hours and this is the last place I could think of. That container just came tumbling down on me," Connie said as let go of Mitchie's shoulder. "So how was your first day?"

Mitchie rolled her eyes. "Well, it sure was... different," she said as she stared at the dirty cement floor of the garage.

"In a good way, I hope?"

"Not sure yet," Mitchie admitted. She hesitated for a moment and then made up her mind. "Hey, Mom, where did you put that note from Tess Tyler? I think I wanna go on Saturday."

Tess stared out the slightly tinted windows of her limo as she and Pete waited for the light to turn green. Pete was drumming on the steering wheel and humming along to a Beatle's song.

I've been at school for almost an entire week and it still sucks. Not one person is hanging out with me. You'd think TJ Tyler's daughter would some kind of special treatment, especially since my mother has donated zillions of dollars for that crappy private school anyways.

She picked at a hangnail, thinking how grateful she is that she will be going to the spa in just two short days. She heard her cell ringing in her bag and scrambled to reach for it. Yes! Someone to talk to other than our maids and Pete! "Hello, Tess Tyler speaking."

"Tess, hey, it's Mitchie."

Tess' eyes brightened. "Hey, Mitchie. What's up?" She sat up in her seat, suddenly feeling much better, now that she wasn't feeling like a complete social outcast.

"Well, I wanted to call and ask if that offer was still up. You know, for the spa? My birthday's on Saturday and I figured it could be a lot more fun than sitting at home with my parents," Mitchie said. Okay, not totally true, but if I want to get some dirt on Tess to give to Gwen, I gotta be as nice as possible.

"Perf!" Tess grinned. "My driver will come by to pick you up at noon on Saturday, kay? Make sure you dress comfy-cute, because this spa is totally high end and you don't wanna be caught in rags, right?"

Mitchie furrowed her brow. "Right," she agreed, though in her mind, she felt like that was an insult that Tess had just hurled her way.

"Saturday at noon, don't forget. Ciao!" Tess flipped her phone shut and grinned out the limo window, considerably happier than she had been five minutes ago. Mitchie Torres definitely wasn't my first choice for a hang out session, but Margaret and Ella are both AWOL and taking Micthie to the spa would be a lot better than taking Marc's stupid neice Gwen McDorkmott, right?

Micthie threw the cordless on her bed and buried her face in her pillow. Something tells me I may have just made the biggest mistake of my life... I guess I'll find out on Saturday.

Mmmkay, so I'm finally back! We stayed on vacay for longer than I had expected, so I decided to make it up to you guys by posting an extra-long chappie. Hopefully it worked!! :D I realize that a few things may have been a little confusing in this chapter, so I'm gonna try and clear a few things up, okay?

-The girls all started school at different times. Tess and Caitlyn actually started on the same day, but Tess goes to a fancy private school and Caitlyn goes to a public school. Margaret goes to a private school in a different city than Tess. Ella is homeschooled by her parents. Mitchie started school after all of them, and she obviously goes to a different school than they do.
-Gwen's father used to be really good friends with Mitchie's father. They went to college together and shortly after, Mr. McDermott moved to Japan, where he met Gwen's mother. When they finally returned back to where the Torres' live, Richard Torres and Mr. McDermott got a little competetive and stopped being as good of friends. The trait kind of passed from Mr. McDermott to Gwen, so she didn't really hang with Mitchie at all.

So hopefully that'll clear up any questions. Any others can be asked and I promise to answer :D. I was wondering if anyone caught the High School Musical reference?? Hehe

Much love,
Wish