Whew! My longest chapter yet! I was gonna make it longer, but I found a good stopping point and it's been a week since I updated. I also put some pop-culture refrences in there, so enjoy!
Oh, and before I forget, these were my requirements that I had to meet when I first did the story:
The story is set in a school. The story takes place in mid-spring. During the story, there is a birth. The story must have a mobster involved in the middle. A character is antisocial throughout most of the story.
I think I followed most of it, right?
Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock, which would be awesome because I would have Joe Jonas. *sigh*
Caitlyn did a double-take. She couldn't believe her eyes. Shane and…Mitchie! They were walking up to the school together, talking, laughing! She hadn't seen Mitchie even crack a smile, let alone laugh with someone else. She stared at them in disbelief until they reached her. She overheard some of their conversation.
"You really loved Twilight?" Shane asked her, laughing.
"Shut up! I was 13, big deal!" Mitchie defended herself.
"Okay, so were you Team Edward or Team Jacob?" Shane asked, stopping in front of Caitlyn and turning towards Mitchie.
Mitchie frowned. "How do you know this much about Twilight?" she questioned him, finding it a bit odd.
Caitlyn stepped into the conversation. "He loves Twilight too. Let's just say, he's a bit on the happy side," Caitlyn laughed out. Shane smacked her arm and shook his head.
"I know things. When you go online and see tests for 'Are you Team Jacob or Team Edward', you learn things," he shrugged it off.
Mitchie thought for a moment. "Umm…I don't know. I guess Team Edward. He was more serious than Jacob, although I really liked Taylor Lautner before the movie came out," Mitchie admitted.
Shane raised his eyebrow. "So who do you like better, Taylor Lautner or me?" he asked while smirking. Caitlyn laughed while Mitchie rolled her eyes.
"Come on, we're going to be late for homeroom," Mitchie said just as the bell rang. She looked up smiling then walked away.
"Hey!" Shane called. "You didn't answer my question!"
Mitchie turned around and shook her head while smiling, leaving Shane and Caitlyn alone. Caitlyn looked up at Shane, both her eyebrows raised. Shane mysteriously smiled while walking to homeroom also.
"Okay, so you're not going to tell me," Caitlyn said as they walked together about 20 feet behind Mitchie.
"Tell you what?" Shane asked, playing dumb.
Caitlyn rolled her eyes. "You know that doesn't work, Shane. On Friday, Mitchie was avoiding us, especially you. Now, on Monday, she's joking with you! Did you brainwash her or something?" Caitlyn asked seriously.
Shane laughed. "No, she genuinely likes me. It's just…something happened this weekend, and she trusts me now." Shane looked away and nervously ran his hand through his hair.
Caitlyn stopped in front of him. "What happened?" she asked, trying to maintain eye contact but Shane kept looking away. The bell rung again. Shane looked at Caitlyn for a second, his eyes pleading her not to push it, then he looked up to see people rushing into classrooms.
"We better go, we're late," he murmured, avoiding her eyes and pushing past her. Caitlyn grabbed his arm and tried to swing him around, but he pulled out of her grasp.
"Shane…" Caitlyn sighed. She had no idea why he was being so defensive. She knew that Mitchie's mom had a breakdown on Saturday and Shane was there. Her mom had told her that Mitchie's mom had had her baby but her boyfriend wasn't anywhere to be found. Caitlyn wondered if that was what he didn't want her to know.
"Come on, we're really late," he said while speed-walking down the hall. Caitlyn rolled her eyes and quickly followed him with her head down. When she tried to turn into their homeroom, she ran into Shane. When she looked up to complain, she saw their homeroom teacher glaring at both of them. Crap, Caitlyn thought. Mr. Sanders was a mean teacher, even in homeroom. He gave out detentions like candy. He shook his head, muttering his disapproval. He let them in and waved them over to his desk. Caitlyn looked around the room, looking for her friends. Nate and Sierra were sitting in the back as usual, looking at them strangely.
'Why are you late?' Sierra mouthed.
Caitlyn rolled her eyes. 'Tell you later' she mouthed back. Sierra nodded while Nate looked confused. He couldn't read mouths. He whispered something to Sierra, who giggled and whispered something back. Suddenly, Caitlyn felt something. It felt strange, like she was mad, but she didn't know why. She felt like she hated Sierra, even though she didn't. It couldn't be…jealousy, could it? She felt the fire burn out when she realized she liked Nate. Whoa, Caitlyn thought. He was in 10th grade with Sierra while Caitlyn was in 11th with Mitchie and Shane. Nate was only a few months younger than her though, since she was born late in the school year while he was born early the next school year. But she had known him since she was a little kid. She shook it off, saving her pondering for the detention she was sure she had.
She looked to the far side of the room, where Mitchie sat. Mitchie was staring at Caitlyn and Shane, her eyebrows raised. Caitlyn was surprised, Mitchie never showed interest in anything to do with other people. She took this opportunity as a way to become friends with Mitchie again.
'Can I talk to you later?' she mouthed to Mitchie. She hesitated, but eventually nodded slowly. Caitlyn smiled, happy that the old Mitchie was coming back.
Mr. Sanders cleared his throat. "Mr. Gray, Miss Geller, you both have detentions for being late. I'll see you after school," he said.
Mitchie's eyes widened. She was going to hang out at Shane's house and try to get acquainted with the group again, but without Shane (or even Caitlyn , who she was warming up to), it would only be Nate, Sierra, and possibly Jason. She didn't know if she could handle them alone. She sighed and put her head on her desk. I can do this, she repeated that mantra in her head. I mean, I already know them, it's just that we became estranged, she thought, feeling a bit more comfortable with the idea.
Meanwhile, Shane and Caitlyn groaned. They would have to spend another 3 hours at school. They looked at each other and shook their heads while taking their seats next to Nate and Sierra. Caitlyn made sure to get a seat next to Nate. Sierra noticed and thought, I so need to get them together!
Shane looked over towards Mitchie, who was looking longingly at the group. He sadly smiled and got her attention. When she looked over, he stuck out his hand and curled his fingers, signaling her to come over. She looked unsure for a moment, but glanced to the front of the room to see if the coast was clear. Mr. Sanders was glaring at a book he was reading. She sighed nervously and got up, quietly walking over to the group of friends. Shane smiled as she slipped into the seat next to him. He silently slipped his hand into hers, and she smiled back to him. They intertwined their fingers, and she found that his hand was a perfect match for her.
Nate noticed Shane and Mitchie's moment and elbowed Sierra to show her. Caitlyn was less than thrilled, but ignored it. The bell rung again and everyone stood up, heading to their first period. Shane held on tightly to Mitchie's hand in case she tried to let go, but she never did. She kept his hand in hers until they were outside the classroom.
"So, what class do you have next?" Shane asked. Mitchie grimaced, remembering she had gym first.
"Gym," she muttered. Shane smiled and started walking her towards the gym. Mitchie looked up at him confused.
"Don't you have to go to class?" she asked. Shane chuckled.
"I do, but I wanted to walk you to your class. Is that okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, sure," Mitchie said. They walked in silence for a minute before Shane spoke up.
"You know," he said, "you never answered my question…" he trailed off, allowing her to answer him.
Mitchie raised an eyebrow. "What question?"
"You know, if you like Taylor Lautner or me better," Shane said, staring intently at Mitchie.
Mitchie laughed, shaking her head again. "And why should I answer you?"
Because, I'm your…friend," he replied. It killed him to say that he was just her friend, so he hesitated. Mitchie noticed and took a deep breath.
"Is it damaging your ego?" she teased, trying to change the mood Shane had created.
"Pfft, please," Shane scoffed. "My ego's too big to be harmed," he bragged, making Mitchie laugh.
"Please," Mitchie rolled her eyes. They stopped when they reached the gym. Mitchie reluctantly let go of Shane's hand.
"You should be going, don't want to be lat-" Mitchie was interrupted by the bell. She sighed.
"What?" Shane asked.
"You already have one detention, looking for another one?" Mitchie answered, rolling her eyes.
"Oh, no, it's cool. I have music next, and you know, Mrs. Montez loves me," he shrugged, smirking. Mitchie narrowed her eyes.
"Well, she's not gonna love you much longer if you're like 10 minutes late," she informed him. He smiled and stepped up to her.
"Well, I can't leave without a goodbye hug," he said while opening up his arms. Mitchie smiled and quickly stepped into them, being engulfed by his body. He squeezed her for a second, then let go. Mitchie started giggling.
"Okay, it's time for you to go," she said while pushing him away.
"How rude!" Shane said, putting his hands on his hips. Mitchie laughed at the imitation of Full House.
"Seriously, you gotta go," she said, still laughing.
Shane chuckled. "Okay, but I'll see you at lunch?" he questioned as he walked away, his head turned towards her.
"Yeah," she smiled, happy to spend more time with him.
Shane waved then started jogging down the hall, not wanting to be too late. Mitchie shook head and turned to go into the locker room, but she bumped into someone.
"Sorry," she muttered before looking up. The person she saw made her glare. "Actually, I take that back, I'm not sorry."
"Better watch where you're going next time. And stay away from Shane," Tess threatened. "He's mine. He doesn't even like you."
Mitchie raised her eyebrows. "Really? Then why did he spend his entire weekend with me?" Mitchie smirked.
Tess narrowed her eyes. "Whatever," she mumbled as she walked into the locker room. Mitchie rolled her eyes before following her.
Tess Tyler had been Mitchie's enemy way before the whole Josh fiasco happened. Tess was the most popular girl, mostly because her mom was the famous TJ Tyler. Mitchie and her friends weren't unpopular, they were actually quite liked by their peers, which pissed Tess off. She couldn't have someone more popular than her, so she tried to bring them down. Mitchie was fine with her failed antics until Josh had happened. Tess had taken her time down as an advantage, making fun of Mitchie whenever and wherever she could. Mitchie didn't know why she had this weird focus on Shane but she brushed it off.
Volleyball isn't good for the uncoordinated. And believe me, Mitchie was definitely uncoordinated. Tess would make fun of her every time she missed the volleyball. At one point, Mitchie had purposely served it to hit Tess in the face.
"AHHH!!" Tess screamed. Coach Bolton ran over.
"What's wrong?" he asked, looking at Tess who seemed perfectly fine.
"That bit-uh, girl hit me with the volleyball!" Tess yelled, pointing at Mitchie. Mitchie's eyes widened, the perfect innocent look.
"Me? I can't even hit the ball, how would I have aimed it at your pretty little face?" Mitchie mocked her a bit. Tess scoffed.
"Well, Miss Tyler, you seem fine, so just watch out next time," Coach said while getting up, signaling the game to start again. Tess's mouth dropped open. Mitchie smirked and got back into the game.
About 5 minutes later, Mitchie saw the ball coming towards her face. She looked at Tess, and she had a huge grin on her face.
"Oh shi-" Mitchie started before the ball collided with her nose. Blood started spurting everywhere. It was definitely hit better and harder than Mitchie's. She dropped down to her knees and grabbed her nose.
"Oh no, no, no," Coach Bolton said as he ran over to Mitchie. He helped her up. "I'm going to take you to the nurse," he softly said to her as tears ran down her face. "Miss Tyler, I'm going to have a talk with you when I get back," he said over his shoulder as they walked towards the gym doors.
Tess's mouth dropped open again. "How can you blame me for this?" she screeched. "I get in trouble when I'm hit in the face, then I get in trouble when that girl is hit?" Tess said that girl with as much hate as she could.
"I saw you serve that ball, don't deny it," he said as he opened the doors. "Do you think it's broken?" he asked Mitchie.
She shook her head. "No, I don't think so. It just hurts really bad." Coach Bolton nodded his head and took her to the nurse.
"I have to get back, do you think you will be okay?" he asked her when they reached the door.
"Yeah," Mitchie nodded, opening the door. She stood in shock for a second but then started laughing. Sitting in a chair was Shane with a black eye.
"What happened?" she asked as soon as she had her laughing under control.
Shane stared at her nose for a moment before answering. "I learned that you shouldn't go in front of trombones when the person is playing. What happened to you?" he asked as he went up to her, handing her a tissue to wipe away her blood and tears.
Mitchie rolled her eyes. "Oh, it was just Tess. She hit me with a volleyball."
Shane sighed and shook his head. "Damn, it must have been pretty hard."
"Yeah…" Mitchie grimaced. "Oh, and she had this weird obsession with you. She said that you are hers and you don't even like me…Do you know why she would say that?" she asked him.
Shane fidgeted uncomfortably. "Uhh…" he groaned.
Mitchie narrowed her eyes. "What?"
Shane sighed and looked to the ground. "I dated her. We broke up last month."
Ohh, finally some drama that doesn't include Josh! But don't worry, he'll be making a comeback...sometime. I am seriously sad that I probably won't update as much. You see, I have this annoying thing called school that I go to, and it takes like 7 hours of my day up. Add another 3 hours for cross country practice, then add in homework and projects...yeah. If I could, I would type every day for hours, but it's simply impossible.
Talking about cross country, I just came back from a meet. It was terrible, there was this hill that was like an 80 degree angle going up! It was just like 'what the hell?!' For those of you who don't know, cross country is run over 3.1 miles (a 5k), and I'm more of a sprinter, so my time was 28:50. It's a minute better than my time last week, not that any of you care. Sorry, I just wanted to talk about my amazing feat, 'cause I was dying earlier.
More about the story, I added in Mrs. Montez and Coach Bolton from High School Musical. I love it and their fanfics, but I think it's more fun to write for Camp Rock.
I wrote this other story, How to Save a Life, I think you should check it out, if you haven't already. It's a songfic, and I'm thinking of doing a sequel from Nate's point of view. Tell me what you think!
Please, please review! They make me happy, and I may skip some of my homework just to write for you guys! (Not that I already skip my homework, hehe)