A/N: I got many reviews saying that many people wanted to kill Gina. But believe me you are not going to hate her as much as you will in later chapters. And that's all I'm saying.

IMPORTANT: After I posted the last chapter I realized that I wanted to add something that I didn't. So I went back and I'm sure a majority of you didn't read it. It's at the end of last chapter, when they're in the limo, Mitchie gives back Shane the necklace.

Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock or Connect 3

Nate looked up from the kitchen table when he heard the front door close. That meant Shane was home. Earlier he heard Shane get a phone call and then leave saying something about Mitchie.

Nate still refused to talk to Shane because of the events that went on that morning. Thankfully Shane and Jason removed all the dreaded objects from his room. They wouldn't tell him where they put them though and he was a little shaken up at the thought that they might still be in the building. He wouldn't open any closet doors and even the bathroom door he hesitated on. But then Jason assured him that they weren't in their apartment or on the tour bus or any place else that Nate would be going. That calmed him down a little. If it was one thing that Nate could count on it was Jason's honesty.

Nate wondered why Shane was home so early. As far as he knew they had nothing to do for the band that day and Shane would usually be gone the whole day when it came to Mitchie.

He shook his head trying to convince himself that he didn't care about Shane at that moment and was still mad at him.

He turned back to the peanut butter and jelly sandwich that was on his plate. He brought it up to his mouth and took a bite still listening for anything that would indicate why Shane was home early.

"What's wrong Shane?" He heard Jason's voice ask. He didn't hear an answer from Shane.

"Shane are you crying?" Jason asked again and Nate's eyes widened. He placed his sandwich back on the plate and stared out the doorway. Shane NEVER cried. EVER.

He saw Shane stalk past the doorway and head towards his room. He was moving too fast for Nate to get a good look at him but from what he could tell it looked like he had tear stains on his cheeks.

He winced a little when he heard a door slam.

Something big must have happened to make Shane cry. Was Mitchie hurt? No, if she was hospitalized Shane wouldn't be home he would be there with her. Or even if she wasn't hospitalized he still wouldn't be home, he would be with her. Unless she…

He immediately pushed the horrible thought to the back of his mind. Mitchie was steadily becoming like a sister to him and the thought of her death made him cringe.

Nate rose from the chair and took his plate with him. He didn't even bother finishing the sandwich and just tossed the whole thing in the garbage.

He completely forgot how mad at Shane he was and went to see what had his friend so upset.

He walked over to Shane's room and knocked quietly. "Shane?" He called.

He heard a muffled sound that sounded like 'Go away'.

He knocked again and then tried the door knob. Shane was so upset that he forgot to lock the door and Nate slowly pushed the door open. Shane was on his bed, lying on his side, his face buried into a pillow.

"Shane?" Nate took a few steps into the room and closed the door behind him. "What's the matter man?"

He got no response from the older boy. Nate sighed quietly and walked over to him and stood next to his bed. "Come on Shane, talk to me." Nate knew that Shane wasn't one for talking about what he was feeling. Especially when he was upset or angry.

To his surprise Shane lifted his head off the pillow. He then shifted his position so he was lying on his back and he stared at the ceiling. Nate saw then that Shane's eyes were indeed bloodshot.

"She broke up with me." Shane whispered.

Nate's eyes widened. "Mitchie?!" He knew that was a stupid question but he couldn't believe that Mitchie would actually do that.

Nate fully expected a sarcastic remark from Shane but instead he only got a nod. 'Wow, he must be REALLY upset if he's not even being sarcastic or rude.'

"Why?"

"I don't know!" Shane's voice cracked. "Caitlyn called me earlier and told me that Mitchie had a little run in with one of her classmates that isn't of the nicest variety and that she was really upset. I ran over there as fast as I could to try and cheer her up and she ends up crying into my chest and then saying that she doesn't deserve me. I told her she was being ridiculous but she…" He closed his eyes and let out a breath.

Nate reached out and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. Shane opened his eyes and looked at Nate. Nate gave him a soft nod and Shane continued his story.

"She told me that I could have anyone that I wanted and that she was just holding me back. And then she went on this self doubt streak which was all total bull shit and then she just got up and walked away. I ran after her and then I sang her 'Lovebug' but she stopped me and told me that she couldn't do this anymore and then…" He looked down at his hand which was tightly clenched in a fist. He loosened up his hand and spread out his fingers. The silver heart locket sat in his palm. And he was also squeezing it so hard that there was a heart shaped indent in his palm. "…she gave this back." He finished in a whisper.

Nate leaned in closer and realized it was the necklace Shane had given Mitchie on their first date. He felt his own heart breaking at the thought of how much this must be hurting Shane. If Caitlyn ever gave something back to him and told him she was breaking up with him he would be crushed.

"Oh man…" Nate shook his head and gave Shane a sympathetic look. "Shane I'm sorry."

Shane let out a breath and clenched the necklace in his fist again. "I just don't understand!" He cried.

And here came the yelling. This was a typical Shane tantrum. And for once in his life Nate was glad to hear it because that meant Shane wasn't as upset as Nate thought him to be. He started to get worried when Shane only talked in whispers because that was unlike him and could possibly mean he would go into a dangerous depression. After all Nate knew how much Mitchie meant to him.

"Why would she think that about herself?!" He exclaimed. "I've told her a million and one times how much I love her voice! I've told her how beautiful I think she is and how smart she is. I told her how wonderfully amazing she is and still she goes and pulls crap like this!"

Nate knew Shane well enough to know that he should keep quiet. He knew to just let Shane go on his tangents and vent.

"I know Caitlyn has told her how much of an amazing singer she is! And Sierra must have too! And her parents and probably her whole family and now she decides to take crap from a little lying slut!"

Nate watched silently as Shane got up off the bed and started to pace around the room. He started to wave his arms around frantically as he spoke.

"I mean Holy God, she probably took crap from this girl since they could talk and she has never believed her before. But NOW, NOW of ALL times she believes her! Mitchie's told me about her and I've offered many times to seriously kick her ass. Mitchie may have thought I was being funny but I am completely serious. I don't care if she's a girl I would whip her preppy little ass all the way to Timbuktu!"

And now he went on to rants. Anger? Check. Loud voices? Check. Pacing? Check. Evil scowl? Check. Long angry tangents? Check. Rants? Check. Was there anything else that involved a Shane tantrum?

Shane growled and gripped his bed sheets and tore them off of his bed and tossed them to the other side of the room.

Oh yes. Throwing things? Check.

But then unexpectedly Shane collapsed. He fell to his knees beside his bed and buried his head in his arms. He took a few deep breathes and then lifted his head to stare at the wall in front of him. His face was no longer red with anger and Nate could see the tears welling up in his eyes again.

"Doesn't she know how much I care about her?" His voice was low again. "Doesn't she know that I love every little thing about her? Doesn't she know that I think she is the most amazing and most beautiful creature on the whole planet?"

Nate knew they were rhetorical questions. And it's a good thing too because he wouldn't know what to say to that.

"Nate." Shane turned his head to look at his friend. "I want my Mitchie."

Nate felt his heart clench at how pathetic Shane was looking. He had never seen Shane look like this. There was love, hurt and desperation written all over his face and in his eyes. His eyes were bloodshot and his cheeks were tear stained with only more tears to follow.

"I know man, I know."

Mitchie ran home from her bus stop as fast as her legs could carry her. A few people on the bus asked her what was wrong once they noticed that she was crying but she only ignored them.

Once she got off the bus, she took off in a sprint towards her house.

She felt hot tears run down her cheeks and the crisp November air hitting the moisture on her cheeks made her them even more rosy then they already were.

Once she reached her house, she threw the door open and ran inside. She didn't even bother to take off her back pack. She just tore through the house looking for her mother. She found her in the kitchen talking to her father.

She didn't even bother saying a hello, she just rushed in and ran into her mother. She wrapped her arms tightly around her middle and buried her face in the front of her shirt.

"Mitchie?" Connie questioned concerned. Her arms immediately surrounded her daughter in a loving motherly embrace.

Mitchie let her tears fall and she started to sob uncontrollably.

Connie looked at her husband and they shared the same concerned look. Mitchie rarely ever had a breakdown like this.

"Shh…" Connie tried to sooth her daughter. She ran her hands over her hair and down her back.

She let her daughter have a good cry against her. After a few minutes, Mitchie's sobs slowly subsided and the only sound coming from the girl was quiet hiccups.

"Mitchie, what happened?" Connie asked softly.

Mitchie turned her head so her voice wasn't muffled when she spoke but still didn't look at her mother. "Shane and I broke up." She muttered.

"What?" Connie asked surprised.

"What?" Steve asked sounding angry. He narrowed his eyes and banged his fist on the table. "I knew that boy was no good."

"No!" Mitchie exclaimed and turned to her father. "Daddy, no, it's not Shane's fault. Please don't be mad at him." She whimpered. "I broke up with him."

"Yeah, for a reason." Steve snapped.

Connie shot him a stern look and then turned a soft look to her daughter. "Why Mitchie?"

"Shane did nothing bad." Mitchie shook her head. "He was nothing but nice to me."

"Then why did you break up with him?" Connie asked trying to grasp what reason her daughter had for breaking off her perfect relationship with her boyfriend.

"Because of that!" She cried. "He's so sweet! He takes me out on great dates, he gives me beautiful gifts, he'll come rushing to my side the moment I'm in the least bit of trouble or the least bit upset. He'll drop everything just to be with me. And I can't do that to him. He has this amazing career and he can't throw it away on me."

"He's blown off his band to be with you?" Connie asked with a hint of surprise to her tone.

Mitchie hesitated a moment. "Well…uh…no. He's goes to every recording session and practice and doesn't call me or talk to me until he's out."

Connie gave her a pointed look.

"But that doesn't mean anything! He's told me that when he thinks about me he gets distracted and I don't want to distract him." She sighed quietly. "And he's perfect." She whispered. "And I'm no where near that. I don't deserve someone like him."

"Mitchie, you like him?"

Mitchie nodded and looked up at Connie. "Of course I do Mom. More than I've liked any boy ever. That's why this is so hard. I don't want to let him go but I have to."

"Why?" Connie stressed.

"I told you! I'm not pretty enough for him! I'm not smart enough for him! I'm not talented enough for him! I'm not good enough for him!"

"Did he tell you this?"

"No!" Mitchie cried and felt tears spring up to her eyes again.

"Then who did?"

Mitchie bowed her head and glanced at the ground quietly.

"Mitchie…" Connie stated seriously. "Who said it?"

"Gina." She whispered.

"Isn't that the girl that used to tease you in elementary school?" Steve asked.

Mitchie nodded quietly. "And junior high and high school." She added quietly.

"Oh honey." Connie said sympathetically and held her daughter close to her. "I thought you started to ignore everything that she said."

"I did. But this time I realized…it was all true." She pulled away from her mother's embrace and couldn't look any of her parents in the eyes.

"Mitchie…" Connie tried to protest but Mitchie ran out of the room before they could get a word in edgewise.

After comforting Shane for about ten minutes, Shane finally asked Nate to be alone. Nate agreed knowing that Shane just needed alone time to think things through.

Shane crawled onto his sheet less bed and curled up into a ball with his pillow. Nate walked out of the room and closed the door softly behind him.

He found Jason standing in the hallway a few feet away. Jason looked up at Nate once he walked out of the room with a concerned look on his face.

"Mitchie broke up with him." Nate answered his questioning gaze once he walked over to him.

Jason's eyes widened. "Why would she do that?"

Nate shrugged. "I don't know Jase, neither does Shane."

"I heard him yelling. He must be really upset."

Nate nodded, sighing softly, remembering how miserable Shane looked. "He is. Don't talk to him for a while ok? Just let him calm down."

Jason nodded in understanding. He looked over at Shane's door and his brow furrowed. "Poor Shane."

Nate nodded. Poor Shane indeed. He patted Jason on the shoulder lightly and then headed off to his own room.

Once he opened the door and flicked on the light, the events of the morning came rushing back to him. He held his breath for a moment half expecting his room to look exactly as it did that morning. But it didn't.

He remembered how mad at Shane he was but found that he couldn't be mad at Shane. No matter how big of a jerk Shane was this morning now his heart was torn into pieces. Torn into a million bite sized pieces and then stomped on. At least that was how Shane looked.

He took a few hesitant steps into his room, realized that nothing was in there anymore, and continued on more swiftly.

He jumped when he heard a loud buzzing from beside his bed. He looked and saw that his phone was vibrating. He walked over to it quickly and answered it, not bothering to look at the caller ID.

"Hello?"

"Hey Nate."

He wanted to smile upon hearing his girlfriend's voice but he couldn't because of the situation. And judging by Caitlyn's voice, she wasn't so happy either.

"Hey Caity."

"So did Shane come home?"

"He did. I had a talk with him."

"So you actually talked to him?" Caitlyn asked, trying to make a joke. But the humor wasn't in the moment.

"My best friend's heart is broken Cait. I'm not going to be mad at him over a stupid little prank while he's suffering."

He heard a sharp intake of breath on the other line.

"So he's suffering?" She asked.

"He's devastated. He came home crying Cait. CRYING. In the entire three years that I've practically lived with him I have never even seen him come close to shedding a tear. He was crying openly too, he wasn't trying to hide it from me."

"Oh My God…"

"He doesn't understand why Mitchie would think that about herself."

"Yeah it beats me too. I've only known the girl who said those things to her for a couple months but I can already tell she is a huge liar. What she was saying was absolutely ridiculous!"

"What was she saying?"

"That Mitchie faked the photograph in her locket and that Shane would never go for her and then she insulted me but I-"

"She insulted you?" Nate asked in shock and outrage.

"Well yeah she called me a loser for hanging out with Mitchie-"

"Oh My God, I think I'll join Shane in kicking this girls ass."

"Nate! Stop interrupting me!"

"Sorry Cait, This girl is just pissing me off."

"Yeah well, join the club. But anyway, it didn't really affect me cuz I know she's just a liar. And then she proceeded to call Mitchie a loser and tell her that no one would believe that a nobody like her would be dating Shane Gray. And then she insulted Mitchie by calling her not as pretty or smart or talented as she was."

"Okay, I don't hate people; I think hate is a very strong word and should never be used towards another human being but I HATE this girl." And it was true. He had never heard such a thing in his entire life. He could take insults at himself from haters who hated the band but when people started insulting his girlfriend and his friends that's where he drew the line.

"Nate cool it. We've already got two hysterical teens. We need to be the calm ones."

"Mitchie is hysterical?"

"Well…I don't know for sure because I haven't talked to her but I would assume so. I mean she REALLY likes Shane a lot and that must have been really hard for her to do."

"And Shane really likes Mitchie."

"Well duh."

He rolled his eyes at Caitlyn's obvious sarcasm. "Oh shut it Gellar." He smiled when he heard Caitlyn's laughter over the phone. "I'm just saying that Shane's desperate for her. You should have seen him before Cait. He looked at me with the saddest look I have ever seen in my entire life and just told me that he wanted his Mitchie back."

"Awww! That's it I've had enough! Those two were obviously made for each other. I think we should play matchmaker again."

"Oh because last time it worked out sooo well."

"Cut the sarcasm Nate. And okay they had a little fight last time but Mitchie forgave him like almost instantly afterwards and then they became friends and then they became a couple."

"And now they're both miserable."

"But we can fix that! You talk to Shane, convince him to not give up on Mitchie. And I'll talk to Mitchie and convince her that she's not anything that Gina said."

Nate sighed. "This better work Caity."

"It will!" He could hear her grin on the other side of the phone. "I promise! Operation Smitchie has commenced!"

"Operation 'Smitchie'?" Nate questioned.

"Yeah, Shane, Mitchie, Smitchie. Hello! Get with the picture Nate."

He rolled his eyes and chuckled softly. "Right, sorry."

She giggled. "Bye Nate."

"Bye Caity."

He hung up the phone and placed it back on his nightstand. He plopped himself down on his bed and rested his head back and stared at the ceiling.

Tomorrow. He told himself. He had had enough Shane drama for one day. Tomorrow "Operation Smitchie" would begin.

A/N: I'm soooo tired you guys. It's like 10 o'clock at night and I can barely keep my eyes open. I think the presidential debates put me to sleep. I had to watch them for a government class or else this chapter would have been up an hour earlier! Politics is not for ME!!

But when Nick runs for pres, I'm so gonna watch every single debate! Ya know what would be pretty funny, my brother wants to run for pres one day, it would be funny if my brother was running against Nick J!

Alright enough of me rambling…

Oh wait nope…got one more thing…

I have a rubber duck that looks like Kevin Jonas!! It's my Kevin Jonas duck!! And I have a picture of the Jonas ducks!! They're sooo cute!!

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