Chapter 10

"I know what you're trying to do. With your oh-so sudden change of style and the fake self-confidence you're exuding."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I said dismissively. I went back to peeling the potatoes.

"Oh, you know exactly what I'm talking about. It's not going to work though. Shane's mine and there's no way I'm letting him go."

"Seriously, I have no idea what you're droning on about." God, was I that obvious? And how did she know who I was? Did he talk about me? Excitement was not needed in the current situation. I had to focus on the task at hand; not if Shane talked about me to his current girlfriend.

"Stop it with the act. You and I both know that you and Shane were going to get together. I walked in and ruined your little plan. He's mine now. There's nothing you can do about that." She stated maliciously. "He realises that you were just a crush and as soon as he saw a real woman, it was gone. Now, you should give up this act while you can. I know you want to be me; I mean, who doesn't? You aren't going to get him back though. Now he's met the sophisticated Savannah-Cassidy Reeves, he doesn't want little Miss Mitchie Torres." She said smugly.

"You have some nerve! Who do you think you are; coming into my mother's kitchen accusing me of something you don't know shit about?!"

"Oh, I don't know, do I? You want to show Shane what he's missing now that he's moved his attentions from you to me. Well, it's not going to work; he's all mine. And he's going to help me get all the attention I deserve." She said with a smirk.

"You're using him?" I asked. To be honest, I wasn't surprised. What a bitch. How did she think she would get away with it?

"Oh yeah, but don't even bother trying to tell him. I have him wrapped around my little finger and if I say that you're lying, he'll believe me. So, just go back to your skinny jeans and leave the low-cut tops to me."

"You'll get found out eventually."

"Yeah, and you're the next dancing sensation." She said sarcastically. I couldn't help but snigger. Soon, it turned into a full-blown laugh.

"Okay, what is so funny?" She sighed irately.

"I am the next dancing sensation."

"Then why are you here?"

"Is that any of your business? Now why don't you fuck off back to your brothel?"

"Did you just call me a whore?" She asked in outrage.

"Shane obviously isn't with you for your mind."

"Y'know what? Just stay away from my boyfriend, and we won't have to do this again." She slowly strutted out the kitchen. What a bitch. She's telling me to stay away from her boyfriend, even though I haven't been near him in the past week because I had been hating him immeasurably. What a stupid imbecile. Wow; look at my awesome vocabulary. I could not believe the nerve of that woman.

I checked the time. It was time for dancing; but since events of a week ago, I haven't been back. I guess I could go wait for Caitlyn's a class so I could walk to the cabin with her. It would also give me the chance to see if Caitlyn's plan would work.

I stalked my way to the dance cabin. I did not want to see Shane. Even if the whole plan was for him. I just couldn't be near him. I don't know what I would do. I would either knock him out, or, God forbid, fall back under his spell.

Caitlyn had to be the last person out the class. She just had to be, didn't she?

"Caitlyn, hurry your pretty little ass up!" I yelled. I think I drew a bit of unwanted attention to myself. Oh well, I needed attention, I'm not an attention seeker, but no one ever noticed me. I needed a bit of attention once in every while. She bounded out of the cabin.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"I was bored." I stated simply.

"Yeah, and you didn't want to come and see if the plan would work." She said smugly.

"Why would I? It's not my plan. So, how was class?" I said, quickly changing the subject.

"Boring. Seriously, he isn't as good as he thinks he is. The steps are all the same, he just swaps them around every day. I swear; I could run circles around him in a dance-off."

"And I could beat him if we had a ballroom dance-off."

"Mitch, that's because you're you and no one can beat you."

"Yeah they can, I'm not the best in the world, only America."

"Okay, whatever." As I stood opposite Caitlyn, I could see over her shoulder to the dance cabin. My God, how I felt like going in there. I wanted to yell at him for the way he treated me. But I also wanted to kiss him. I hated that I felt so confused. As I was looking over Caitlyn's shoulder guess who came out of the cabin? That's right. Shane gray, in all his arrogant glory. Shit, I had to hide. No, that was against the plan, and totally stupid. If I did that he would think I was hung up on him – which I was, but he wasn't supposed to know that.

He looked around and immediately saw me. I knew this because we locked eyes for a few seconds. I would like to think I fixed him with a cold, hard glare; but I know I didn't. He was the one who's eyes broke away, but not as you think. They broke away to check me out. Maybe it was a good idea. His eyes lingered on my chest – typical – before returning to my eyes. He raised his eyebrows at me, and then smirked. I shot him back a disapproving gaze before walking off with Caitlyn. Ha! Take that, jackass. Mitchie – 1, Shane – 0.

I knew being out in the dark alone was a bad idea, especially with what I was wearing. But I just had to rebel against my mother, didn't I? We had been working late in the night for some sort of thing to do with food for tomorrow. So now it was dark, and I was walking back to the cabin alone. What a stupid idea.

Suddenly, I found myself being dragged into the bushes and getting pushed against a tree. Okay, what the fuck? Was I about to be raped?

"What the hell?!" I screamed. I could tell the rapist was a guy from his build.

"Calm down, it's only me." The rapist said. Only it wasn't a rapist, it was Shane.

"Shane, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" I yelled at him. Stupid bastard.

"Stop shouting, you'll wake the whole camp. I'm sorry for ambushing you, but I had to talk to you some way. I knew you wouldn't come near me if I asked. And Cassie would have gotten annoyed at me if I spoke to you when she was around." Even the mention of her nickname made my skin crawl.

"What do you want? I'm obviously not going anywhere thanks to your death grip." I said. Was it possible for me to ever not be sarcastic?

Just as I was thinking this, you know what he did? Do you know what that bastard did?

He fucking kissed me. That's what.

AN: Done in record timing, had to get this up before I went. R&R