This is installment two of the story. I'm not calling them chapters, because they're not really chapters. It's really just a three part story (because I'm almost positive there will only be three parts). I've also realized that I like putting them in the college setting because it gives them so much more freedom that they might not get in other settings. I don't know how many you have BEEN to college but really you can do just about anything. Having them work and miss a week of work is a lot less believable than missing a week of classes (I know, I've missed a week of classes before and no one even blinked. I miss a day at work and they get a little antsy).
Also, I know there's going to be a sequel to the movie but I tend not to like them and that's not the point of fiction (especially fan fiction). The point is to explore the what ifs because those tend to make the better stories than the ones that are trying to hard to stick to the story line.
I don't know why I just went off into that random rant --' but anyways, hope you enjoy the second part!
Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock or any of its characters. I simply use them to expand the imagination of all.
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Mitchie hadn't seen Shane for a week. Of course, that was what she had wanted but she didn't think it was possible not to see each other for a week. However, she hadn't run into him in the hall, on campus and he hadn't been to any of the classes that they had together. There was a part of her that was relieved when she saw him enter the class about a week after she had last seen him. The difference in his appearance shocked her.
It was like someone in a Shane suit had walked in. The first thing she noticed was his hand. It had a cast around it looking as if he had broken it somehow. The next thing she noticed was his eyes. There was none of the usual sparkle in his eyes, nothing showing any sort of real life and, despite the fact that he was smiling, he wasn't smiling in the way she had grown so used to. That confidant boyish grin that had always graced his face was gone, replaced by a chiseled look that could barely be considered a smile. Even his clothes were different. Designer clothes replaced his usual jean and t-shirt ensemble like he was trying to impress someone.
A few seconds later she realized whom he was trying to impress. Instead of sitting near her, despite the fact that both seats beside her were empty, he went and sat down in a group of girls and plastered a different smile on his face. Still not the one she was used and this one was… unnatural. It was like he knew he was famous and wanted by most women and so he smiled to milk it and make them fall for him all the more. She turned away because she couldn't even stand looking at it.
Concentrating on class was difficult. Why did she care if he hit on other girls? She had made it more than plain to him how she felt on the matter. She didn't want him pursuing her anymore and so he wasn't. So why did she have this horrible sinking feeling in her stomach like she had just swallowed a rock? Was it just because he decided to hit on the hottest girls she had ever seen that was bothering her or the fact that he had stopped hitting on her? Mitchie didn't know what her problem was and she certainly hated spending time thinking about it. She was the one who had told him to back off.
Yet when class was over she couldn't stop herself from approaching him. She walked up to him and the group of gorgeous women that surrounded him and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned, smiled that fake smile that he was giving all the other girls and then told them he would be just a minute. When he walked away with her Mitchie could feel the eyes of all the girls burning into her back.
"Shane, what happened to you this past week?" Mitchie asked him. "I was getting a little worried."
"Why?" he asked.
"Just because I don't want to date you, it doesn't mean I'm going to be a cold heartless bitch," she answered him, annoyance evident in her voice.
"What do you mean going to be?" he spat at her. Pain was written across Mitchie's features like she had been slapped in the face. This wasn't the Shane she knew, the one that she had fallen for two years ago, the one who had hurt her but then tried to make it up to her. There was no warmth in his voice or his demeanor. He was as cold as granite and even stood like a statue.
"What happened to you?"
"All I did was take your advice," he told her sharply.
"And you're hand?" she inquired. Shane rubbed it softly before answering her.
"Just had a slight disagreement with my dorm room wall," he explained. Mitchie winced slightly knowing that there was a good chance that she was the cause of his run in.
"I didn't tell you to become like this. I just… wanted you to stop liking me so much," she answered him softly.
"You got your wish. I'm not pursuing you, I'm not trying to date you and I no longer like you so much."
"Yeah but I didn't want you to become a complete jerk and stop liking me at all!" she screamed at him. The girls behind her started calling Shane's name.
"Listen, I really have to run. Maybe I'll run into you at some point," and he walked off to join the group of girls that he had been flirting with earlier. Mitchie couldn't believe it. He had completely blown her off and was so callous and mean to her that she didn't even know how to process everything that had just happened. And the worst part was that Shane's new attitude was completely her fault. She had killed Shane Gray.
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It went on like this for months. Mitchie would constantly see him surrounded by girls who were fawning over him. Now that he was actually showing interest in them Mitchie never saw him with less than three girls. He was never with the same girls either. It was like every girl on campus suddenly knew that his heart was free and he was fair game. Only Mitchie knew the truth; his heart was broken but not free and she was afraid that it was slowly but surely turning to stone, just like her own heart.
That was the worst part, knowing she had caused it. She knew exactly what he was going through. It felt like someone had reached into your chest and grabbed hold of your heart. Only, instead of being merciful and ripping it out someone was slowly squeezing it until finally it stopped altogether. The pain never really stopped though. She knew she could still feel the slight tug of the person who decided to make her heart stopped beating. The only problem was that now it was her making his heart stop and she didn't want to wish that fate on anyone.
What had really happened all that time ago at Camp Rock that brought them to this point? Was what he had done really so unforgivable? She sighed. Maybe not now it wasn't but it had seemed that way for a long time. She loved Shane like she had never loved anyone else and he not only completely rejected her but went and kissed the person that had caused her the most pain next to him.
Sometimes life was a real bitch.
Mitchie closed her text book knowing that no actual studying was going on with her mind racing like this. She heard laughing outside her door and got off her bed to investigate. Looking through the peep hole she saw two girls and Shane standing outside his door. They were laughing and standing surprisingly close. She saw one girl, a blonde from their history class, "casually" touch his chest. Mitchie until now would have never known how you could casually touch someone on their chest but this girl, gorgeous and tiny, did it flawlessly like it was the most natural thing in the entire world. They talked for a minute and one of the girls, the brunette, waved goodbye. Shane opened his door and stood aside to let the blonde in. As she walked by him, he put his hand on the small of her back to guide her in and closed the door behind him.
Mitchie pulled away from the door angry at herself. She couldn't believe that she was spying on Shane. She also couldn't believe that he was taking a girl into his room. They weren't going in there to study that was for sure. She didn't understand why he was chasing after all these girls. After Camp Rock she wanted nothing to do with men. Even to this day she had a hard time putting effort even into her friendships with guys. She just didn't want someone to have control of her heart again. Shane, obviously, was not taking that approach.
Mitchie flicked on the TV to distract herself but it didn't seem to work. All she could think about was Shane and that girl doing all sorts of things that her imagination dreamt up. Mitchie grabbed a pillow, covered her face and screamed at the top of her lungs. This was so frustrating! Shane wasn't like this! He didn't invite random girls into his room and he was certainly a lot more compassionate than he had been in the past few days. Mitchie changed into her pajamas and got into bed even though it was only ten. She didn't really know what else to do. She didn't want to think about the fact that Shane might also be going to bed right now but, unlike her, he wouldn't be alone. Mitchie buried herself under her sheets and she took deep breaths to keep from getting emotional.
This was stupid. They both had made their decisions about the other and she should be happy with that decision. But she wasn't. She was miserable and the only reason she could think of as to why was because she was still in love with Shane Gray. Damn it. They really needed to work on their timing because if they kept loving each other at the wrong times it was just going to get messy fast. Except things already were messy. Obviously fate was telling her something. Maybe they just weren't meant to be. She just had to accept that and move on, just like he was.
Mitchie sighed closed her eyes and finally started to feel sleep come.
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Mitchie looked up when she felt someone sit down next to her. She almost fell out of her seat in shock when she saw Shane sitting down next to her. She looked beside her and behind them to see if she had missed the entourage of girls that had been following him lately, and thus precipitating him sitting next to her, but she saw no evidence of them.
"Are you lost?" she blurted out before she could really stop herself. She winced inwardly. She hadn't meant it to come out sounding so harsh but she was just so surprised that he had sat next to her. His face didn't even get angry. It stayed that perfect mask that it had been lately. The only change was the eyebrow he raised.
"What? Now I have to stand if the only seat in the room happens to be next to you?" he comment, barely any inflection in his voice. Mitchie looked around the room and realized that, indeed, there was no other chair in the room. She also noticed the intense scowl that was coming from the girls in the section that he usually sat, mostly from the blond that was in his room the other night. She turned back to Shane.
"I'm sorry; I didn't mean it to sound like that. I was just surprised because you've barely spoken to me in months," she answered him.
"I'm just doing what you wanted me too," he told her without looking up from his notes. She growled in frustration.
"I didn't want you to stop talking to me. I didn't want you to hate me like you seem to or turn into the shell that you have. You're not the same Shane that I've always known and I hate what you've become and it's probably partially my own fault but that wasn't what I wanted," she ranted at him. He looked up, his face still calm despite her outburst.
"If you didn't want me to move on, to get over you, then why did you tell me to do so?" he questioned calmly.
"I said it because I didn't want to fall in love with you again! You hurt me, completely shattered me. I couldn't handle going through that a second time. God, you're so fucking dense. I didn't want you to turn into a guy who sleeps with any girl he possibly can. I don't want you to not be you anymore and that's exactly what you've become." Mitchie stood up and threw her books in her bag, knowing she wouldn't be able to sit next to him for all of their class. She'd never be able to concentrate knowing he was that close, being able to smell him, feel the warmth of his body. No, she had to get out of this class. Just as she was trying to leave Shane grabbed her arm. She could feel the warmth of his hand through her thick sweater. She tried to keep her breathing even, to keep her heart from racing.
"Stay, Mitchie. History is your worst subject."
"Why should you care what I do?" she asked in a whisper.
"I shouldn't. I'm not sure why I do but I can't see you walk out of a class that you're already struggling in."
"Fine," she mumbled and flopped back into her seat right as the professor walked in.
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"Mitchie, if you slam one more door closed you're going to start knocking things off the walls," Jessie complained from her loft bed. Mitchie looked up at her roommate who was no longer engaged in her work. "I can't afford to replace all the stuff you break."
"Sorry," Mitchie said and had the good graces to blush. She closed the closet door quietly as opposed to slamming it like she had done to the bathroom door. She hadn't realized how much she'd been moping around, slamming things and generally being in a huffy mood.
"I guess it's alright, considering," she said, turning back to her work.
"Considering what?" Mitchie slammed another drawer. Jessie's head came up and looked at Mitchie very confused.
"You're… kidding right?" She took in Mitchie's now confused look. "Ok, apparently you're not."
"What? Will you tell me what?" Mitchie pressed. Jessie just waved her off never looking up from the math she was working on. Mitchie slammed some books on her desk.
"Good God, will you just tell him already!" Jessie complained. "Just walk across the hall or to wherever he happens to be right now and tell him that you're in love with him and that he's hurting you all over again. Don't talk," Jessie stopped her when she saw that Mitchie was trying to say something. "No one told me about you guys but I don't think you realize how incredible obvious it is to figure out. That much sexual tension but you want nothing to do with him? He totally broke your heart.
"But I can't deal with you slamming books around and closing ever door as hard as you can. Go talk to him; tell him you're desperately in love with him and that him being a complete jack ass is killing you inside. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to go back to this stupid subject that I'm not quite sure why I'm being forced to learn."
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Mitchie walked towards the Café. She knew Shane was going he be in there, he always was. She was sure that an entire group of girls was going to be surrounding him just like they always were. She could see them casually touching his broad, strong shoulders trying to get under that designer shirt where she knew first hand that a very well developed chest lay. She could see in her mind, perfectly clearly, that controlled smile that he always wore now, that unchangeable mask that never shows a single emotion that she knew must be raging inside of him.
She shook her head to clear the images from it. She was starting to sound like a love sick puppy and she was managing to annoy herself. This was what that stupid boy was doing to her. She didn't believe in real romance anymore. Come to think of it she had never been much of a believer of it in the first place. Love was something that always happened to other girls, girls who were pretty and popular but never to her. At least that had always been her thought until one summer at Camp Rock when Shane Gray came along and turned her entire world upside down, for good and for bad.
She thought she had cured herself of the ridiculous idea of finding that perfect guy and spending her life with him. Yet here she was, looking for love in the same place that she had tried to find it the first time.
Mitchie turned in the other direction, now walking away from the café. This was stupid. She couldn't just go in there and proclaim her love to him. First of all, she wasn't 100 sure that she did. And even if she did think she was that in love with him, which she still didn't think she was, how in the world was she supposed to pull him away from his fan club? She stopped in the middle of the pathway, closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was making excuses again. She was just running away like she always did. Maybe there was a reason the only time she believed in love is when Shane was in her life. This was the first time in two years that she had been able to feel her heart, the first time that the wall of ice that she had encased her heart in to protect it had begun to melt. She wasn't sure she wanted to put that wall back up and make her heart cold again and she certainly didn't want that same wall around Shane's. Unfortunately that was exactly what was happening.
She took another deep breath and turn and walked toward the café, determination in every step. She couldn't be a coward anymore. She couldn't be afraid of what might or might not happen. Living like this wasn't living. Sure, she had been hurt but did she plan to let it ruin her life? Did she plan to always be so cold and live her life alone because once, a long time ago, one boy had made one small mistake? Who lived that like any-?
Mitchie stopped so abruptly she almost dropped her books on the ground. There, through the window of the café, Shane was kissing the blond that had been hanging around him so much. The kiss wasn't like theirs had been. It was slower, more seductive and he looked like he was enjoying it a whole lot more than the kiss that Shane and she had shared. Mitchie felt like someone had punched her in the gut. She held her stomach and doubled over, trying not to throw up. She had flashes of memory, of Shane kissing another girl, a different blond and the same feeling but not quite as intense as this. She breathed deeply and when she finally looked up she saw Shane's eyes meet her own. For the first time in weeks she saw some emotion cross his face. Horror and shock were frozen on his features.
She had to get out of there. She couldn't stand looking at him at what he had done, nor could she live with her own stupidity for letting him hurt her all over again. She readjusted her bag and took one last look at Shane, who was now walking out the door towards her. She knew she couldn't face him again, not like this. She turned and ran with all her might in the opposite direction.
"Mitchie, wait!" she heard Shane call from behind her but she ignored it. She wouldn't wait, not anymore. She always waited for him, she had always been waiting for him and she wasn't going to wait a single second longer. She ran faster until she could no longer hear his voice calling after her.
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These two just can't seem to get it together can they? What will happen? Will they finally get together or will love keep passing them by? I know it is just killing everyone. Waiting with bated breath and all that jazz. There's only going to be one more installment after this. Enjoy!
