Once I arrived home, I collapsed on my bed, clutching my songbook. I sighed, sifting through the pages. I stopped on the last page with writing. I looked at the few words I had written on it.

"I'm giving up so just catch me..." I read the words multiple times, thinking of Shane. I thought about all of our talks; when I told him about being bullied all throughout middle school, when I told him about my real father, and my first heartbreak. Suddenly, another phrase hit me. I grabbed my guitar and found a good chord.

"So now you see why I'm scared. I can't open up my heart without a care. But here I go, it's what I feel. And for the first time in my life, I know it's real." Suddenly, the entire chorus came pouring out of me. I couldn't write nearly as fast as my mind was traveling. Within minutes, the lyrics to the song were finished. I began working out the melody on my guitar. It was the fastest I had ever written a song. Quickly, I pulled out my laptop and recorded a quick run of it. I played it back, shocked at how well it turned out. My cell phone vibrated, distracting me from my trance. Incoming call from Caitlyn. I answered, excitedly.

"CAIT!" I screamed. Caitlyn giggled, responding with an equally enthusiastic squeal. Caitlyn and I chatted aimlessly for a few minutes, talking about how we missed camp already and what we did when we got home.

"Oh. I wrote a new song..." I began, my smile evident when I spoke.

"Play it for me!" Caitlyn sqealed. I giggled and put Cait on speakerphone. I grabbed my guitar from the side of my bed and played the first chord.

"Before I fall too fast, kiss me quick but make it last..." By the end of the song, I had a huge smile on my face. Just thinking about how happy Shane made me in the short amount of time we spent together put me in a great mood.

"Oh my God, Mitch. That was amazing," Caitlyn gushed. I blushed. We talked for a little while longer, but eventually ended our conversation. I grabbed my laptop and brought up Yahoo, wanting to check my email. There, in the middle of the homepage, was a picture of Joe and I kissing before I left. The headline below it read "Heartbreaker Shane Gray Strikes Again?"

Tears rolled freely down my cheeks as I scrolled through the article.

"An insider at Camp Rock tells us that rockstar Shane Gray had a fake relationship at the camp in an attempt to show everyone that he had changed. "It was a total joke," says our source. "She fell hard for him. This girl was a total loser. He wants everyone to think he had a change in heart. He wanted to go back on tour so he picked this loser girl and told her he loved her. She was his charity case."

We know Shane has done some pretty bad things, but that is low even for him. What do YOU think about the heartbreaker's latest scandal?"

My stomach churned as sobs shook my entire body. As usual, l I turned to the razor blade hidden in my top dresser drawer. It had become a natural instinct whenever something went wrong. I couldn't breathe. Blood pooled around the incision, calming me enough to stop hyperventilating. I was hurt beyond belief. "Would he really do that to me?" I thought to myself. As much as I wanted to disregard the tabloid trash, I couldn't. I never should have trusted him. Shane Gray was the epitome of player. How could I have been so stupid? I grabbed my cell phone and furiously dialed his number.

"Mitchie! I miss you already, babe." He answered on the first ring. I scoffed.

"Cut the bullshit, Shane. I never should have believed your stupid lies. I'm done. We're done." By then, tears were streaming down my face. I screamed in frustration, hanging up on the jerk who broke my heart. I felt my heart shatter. The worst part was, I only had myself to blame.

Still not very long, but it will get better.

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