Thanks for the reviews! It's been like a month and I'm SO SO sorry! I'd like to say thanks to CampRockAholic and Heartbroken.1919 and Cool_Rocker13 for being my lovely contest winners and letting me use them as characters. I hope you don't hate me. (;
I couldn't find enough emotion in me to react.
WHAT A FREAKING IDIOT.
Tess, first of all, I could deal with.
Shane on the other hand… What an ass! Was I seriously supposed to believe that he was my boyfriend?
After hearing my fate, I was sent to my cabin to pack my stuff so I could go to the P Commons (later to find out that it was just a little detention cabin).
What Shane did—or what he didn't do, I should say—showed me his true colors. He didn't really like me. All those times he said he "loved me" was a lie. Turns out that I was actually right from the start… There was no real reason as to why he'd choose me over everyone else.
I should've just followed my gut and let my guard stay up.
How could I be such a jerk? Forgetting my mom's situation. Letting him infatuate and distract me. What kind of a daughter am I?
I wiped away a few tears with the back of my hand and kept walking toward my cabin.
As soon as Brown left, shaking his head side-to-side in disappointment, Shane tried to catch up to me.
"Mitchie! I'm sorry!" he called, coming from behind.
I simply ignored him and increased my pace, hoping he'd leave me alone.
"I'm sorry for not saying anything! Sorry! Stop!" he called again.
I halted my steps and spun around. "You see, that just makes it worse. You knew exactly what you were doing wrong, and you still chose to not stand up for your girlfriend. And now, you're… sorry?! Thanks, but no thanks. You really are a jerk; the media wasn't lying," I spat and continued my journey up the hill.
I heard him sigh and give up. Part of me wanted him to come chasing after me, but I couldn't stand being so close to such an inconsiderate jackass.
I swung the door open against its fragile hinges and ran to get my suitcase. I started flinging all my clothes into it and clearing out all my stuff like I never made a mark at Camp Rock.
Before I knew it, I heard the honking of a golf cart horn and I knew it was my cue to go. I dragged my luggage outside, slammed the door, and hopped onto the backseat. The driver guy pulled my guitar and two bags onto the middle section, and drove me to the commons.
The ride there was almost unbearable. There was only room for me to sit the seat that faces outwards in the back, and seeing the trees slowly disappear behind me made me feel less and less welcome here.
We passed the passageway that led to Shane and my secret place. At that moment, I kind of wanted to throw a rock at his face, and burn down the entire forest.
Part of me knew that it was going to come to this. Problem is: how could I be so blind-sighted? I was so freaking gullible.
The golf cart stopped after about three miles into the thick forest. There was a gated cabin. In all honesty, it wasn't as bad as the creepy dark castle I initially imagined. And I didn't understand why there was a gate; what was this, a jail?
"Here's your stop," the golf cart driver said while pulling my stuff into his arms. After putting a code in the gate, he led me toward the door of the little cabin.
He dropped off my stuff on the front steps and walked back toward his golf cart. He waved goodbye.
I silently opened the door, waiting to embrace the silence I was going to be facing for the next two weeks (I don't remember how long I said it was before. I'm changing it to two weeks NOW!). Instead of finding the quiet, there was a pale girl about my age lying on her bed. She was singing a corny love song on the verge of crying, rocking out to her iPod. Did a she have a crappy boyfriend who practically backstabbed her, too?
I stood there for a minute or two before she noticed me. She jumped and pulled an earphone out of her left ear.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"I'm Mitchie. I'm here for my punishment for whatever I did," I said sarcastically.
"Oh," she said nodding, "You've been sent to this hellhole also. It's actually not that bad. I'm Ellie."
"Hey."
I started lugging my stuff onto the bed across from Ellie and opened all of them to find something comfortable to wear. I could feel her eyes piercing into my back.
"Aren't you Shane Gray's new girlfriend?" she asked me curiously.
"Was," I clarified.
"What could you have possibly done to come here?"
"I actually don't have a valid answer for that." I started pulling out my fleece pajama pants.
"Wouldn't Shane like, come to the rescue, or something?"
"That's what I thought, too, but I guess we were both wrong."
"Seriously, what did he do? It couldn't have been that bad of an act that you aren't even willing to totally vent about it. Tell me."
"Okay, so Tess blamed a crapload of things on me. In other words, she threw me out to the dogs and what does Shane do? He watches half the time and then turns around like what was being done to me didn't matter to him. I know, it sounds stupid, but it was just…UGH! I hate him."
"No, it's not stupid. I mean, I don't really get what happened, but I can tell that it really bothers you."
"Yeah, it does."
"Boys… You can't live with them, and you can't live without them. What are we gonna do?" Ellie said, making me laugh.
"Why, what happened with you?" I pondered about the love song she was singing earlier.
"Oh, it was nothing. He just wasn't who I thought he was."
It was then that I noticed her deep blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. She was wearing comfy pink sweatpants and a Hollister tee.
"Yeah, same here." I pulled on my green pants over the shorts I was currently wearing. I looked around the room and saw that there was a mini kitchen and a door to the bathroom.
She must've seen my looking around. "Yeah, the refrigerator's stocked, but a girl named Alix brings us food periodically throughout the day. Feel like jail, looks like jail, but the freedom, you will never get in jail."
"Funny," I said.
I felt a sudden hunger so I went to the refrigerator to get eggs, tomatoes, cheese, and ham.
"Want an omelet?" I asked her.
"Sure. You can cook?"
"Not really. I'm the kind of person who can almost burn water. The only things I can make are either omelets, or microwavable."
"Well, that's good. I like omelets, but I'm too lazy to cook." She laughed.
It was about nine by the time I settled for bed.
"You're kidding, right? Bed? It's nine!" Ellie protested.
"Aren't the counselors going to che—Right. We're three miles away from everyone and everything."
"What do you want to do?" she asked, rather jumpy like she already had an idea.
"What do you have in mind?"
"SLUMBER PARTY!" she screamed and laughed. I was about to shush her, but then again I realized we weren't going to wake anyone.
We laid out a blanket in the picnic fashion and threw our pillows and blankets on top of it.
I'd only met her a few hours ago and we were hanging out like we were best friends since preschool.
"So what did you do?" I asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Well we're secluded from the rest of existence. What else could I mean?" I saw her face drop. "I'm just kidding, but seriously. What could a girl like you have done to deserve this?"
"First, it's really not that bad. And second, I may have—accidentally might I add—lit the kitchen stove on fire," she explained, somewhat mumbling the last part.
"Accidentally?" I pressed.
"Okay, so maybe I was goofing off a little…and I was aiming at Nate's curly hair with the flaming marshmallow," she admitted.
"I'm not sure I want to know what happened anymore."
"Okay. Let's play a game!"
"What game?"
"Let's see who can yell pizza (As opposed to penis hahaha) louder. Me first."
I rolled my eyes. Obviously, Ellie was going to win. She's…just that kind of person.
"Pizza!" she called.
"Pizza!!"
"PIZZA!"
"PIZZAAAA!"
"PIZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" she shrieked.
There was a rap on the door.
I shushed her. "Crap, I thought we were three miles FAR, FAR away!" I whisper-scolded her.
"We are!" she whispered back.
I decided to go get the door hoping it wasn't an angry, pissed off Brown.
A girl with short, toffee-colored hair almost lost her balance while carrying a single blood rose with a note attached to it.
"This is for you, from Shane," she said, her entire face flushing pink. I guessed that she was probably swooned by the idiot himself, or maybe one of his band mates.
I stared at the rose, biting my lip to prevent the slur of profanity that lingered at the tip of my tongue.
I was about to speak when Ellie came up behind me and started talking to the girl in front of me. "Hey, what's your name?"
"Alix."
"Alix, um, tell Shane that Mitchie says thanks for the flower; but if you could, tell him that he needs to shove his head in a toilet and drown," Ellie said with confidence, smirking at the last half.
The girl in front of me looked terrified. "Why?" she asked in a small voice.
"He deserves it. Bye, sorry you had to waste your time to bring it over here." She waved at the girl and slammed the door shut. "Your welcome." She plopped down onto the ground as I continued to stand there.
I stared at the blood rose, getting more furious by the moment. I squeezed the thorny stem between my fingers and choked down my spit to keep myself from crying.
Shane Gray is no longer worth my tears.
So anyway, reviews please! And I was thinking about something new… I was reading this one FanFic where at the end of each chapter, he/she left a "preview" for the next chapter. Would you like it if I did that? Thanks! (And please don't get angry at the random gaps where I don't update.)