So, guys I was debating on wether to write the next chapter of Please, or the second reason of 'The Ten Reasons Why I Hate Shane Grey". Since I realized that most of you were waiting on please, I decided to update this one first. Sorry, I haven't been fast, you've just got to get used to that. Since I was bored and my internet connection was down, I decided to start brainstorming for my next idea for Please. Of course, I'm just writing this as I go, I know how it's going to end and the main plot, but the details? Yeah, it isn't so grand over here.

I was thinking and brainstorming (and of course, reading Allison Taylor's helpful pms), and I decided, Tess needed karma to get back to her. Well maybe, not exactly karma. And I was also thinking, more Mitchie. Don't forget, I'll bring in the other members of Connect 3, because I know you love them. Espesically the bickering between Jason and Nate. Of course, there's the conflict between Shane and himself, because as we all know, Camp can't last forever. And Shane? Well he doesn't live too close to Mitchie's hospital. There was no problem for Mitchie's family though, they live pretty close. Well in this story.

I was waiting a couple days to let these ideas sink in, and the words to come to me, and sure enough, it did. I was starting to write this down, while watching Disney Channel (because for some weird reason, it's my inspiration), when Directv had some static and then shut off on me, great right? That was two days ago. I doubt I"ll be able to watch the Disney Channel games. So that night, I just got really tired, and so I fell asleep, journal on my chest. Fabulous, right?

The good thing was that I still had all my ideas, lickity split in the morning. The bad news? My mom grabbed me, and we took that 2 hour car ride to L.A. to visit our cousins, go to a temple, see stuff, blah blah blah. I had my trustworthy PSP to use for internet, and my cousin's super-slow 98 computer. Or maybe it wasn't 98, but it felt like one.

So today, I've been reviewing and stuff, and now at 6:20 PM, pacific time I finish this long rambling author's note, that I probably should win an award for. So, without further ado, we'll get on with this chapter 3 of Please.

Wait, I must warn you, Shane rambles a lot in this chapter. -.-

Also, don't forget to review 'The Ten Reasons Why I Hate Shane Grey'. Reason two is coming, I promise. Oh and I almost forgot, the disclaimer. -sighs-

Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock. If I did... well... hehe.

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Shane's POV. 12 pm. Last Day of Camp.

My ears were still ringing with the same message for about 3 hours. "She's in a coma." Before this incident, this had never happened to me. No voice was ever in my head, repeating the deathening phrases that I just heard before. I admit, I've never had the heart, before Mitchie, to have just one phrase, hurt me so bad.

I was ignorant, I was stupid, I was a coward, I was a jerk. Even though I was all these things. What was I really? I know it sounds confusing and all, but you can't be a coward and ignorant. Can you? It's like an oxy-moron, no, I'm not calling you a moron.

The one question that I couldn't answer myself was, "Why did I run away from her that night?" We were close to the woods, and it was dark out, I should've known, I should've assumed (even though everyone knows jumping to conclusions isn't the best), I should've... stereo-typed? If I had the least bit of common sense at the time, I would've realized.

But I didn't. You know, people say love can make you blind. I've watched those movies, it was because my darn ex-girlfriends made me watch those stupid chick flicks. Whenever the best friend confided with the lovestruck teenager that "Love can make you blind," I would snort and say, "Who'd be dumb enough to fall for that?" and prepare for the spanking I'd get from my current girlfriend. Little did I know, in the future, I would be dumb enough.

It was all that kiss's fault. That stupid darn kiss. She wanted it. I wanted it. But if we had just kept our wants away, who am I kidding? That kiss, was meant to be. Maybe all this was meant to be. But Mitchie didn't deserve it. She was, or is, the nicest, kindest, prettiest, and most talented girl ever. Maybe no one got their way.

But everything happened for a reason, right? Yeah, that's right. God, I'm sounding so much like Caitlyn right now. Who? Who would do this to poor Mitchie? It was right after our kiss right? Maybe someone was jealous, a fan, someone who would do anything to get rid of Mitchie...

I stopped in my thoughts. That was it. Tess. Tess Tyler, the mean, self-centered, two-faced freak. She wanted to get Caitlyn and Mitchie out of Final Jam so bad. Because she wanted me. It made me shiver even thinking about it. She'd always try to impress me, and she tried to keep me all to herself. But I didn't like her one bit.

It was Tess, Mitchie had told her she mysteriously acted niced right after their performance. It was, it was all a set up!

I got up quickly from my position on the bed. My fists were clenched, my own nails digging into my skin. I felt my face getting hotter, not with embarrasment, with fury. I grabbed the doorknob and pulled it open with such force and opened all the way and slammed the cabin wall making a portrait fall off the wall. With swift, firm steps, I headed my way to what I thought was Tess's cabin.

Before knocking, I tried calming myself down, trying to think of Mitchie to lower his jerkiness adittude. I reluctantly released my fists and knocked on the door loudly. Seeing Tess made his insides flare, but he managed to keep his calm look.

"Heey, Shane..." Tess said, trying to sound seductive, but failing miserably. She twirled her blonde hair and gave me her sweetest smile. I tried my best not to make a disgusted face, but it must've showed a little, because Tess suddenly gasped. "Uh, Shaane. Do you want to come in? You look, well come on, Tess will help you."

She took my arm and brought me in her cabin. I shut the cabin door, wait, no not for that reason you sick-minded people. Tess smiled, thinking her tone worked. But sadly, it didn't. Unable to hold my anger any longer, I clenched my fists again.

"Why'd you do it Tess?!" Fear showed through her eyes for a second, or so I thought, but soon enough she gave in her innocent look. She stayed calm and smiled sweetly.

"Shane, keep your temper." Tess replied, using her index finger to gently trail his muscled arms. I pushed her away hard. "I didn't do anything."

"If you did this me, it didn't work. I hate you more." I said, in a low deep voice. She simply smiled, but I read her eyes. She was getting intimidated.

"I don't know what your talking about. I was asleep the other night. You know how tired you can get, after Final Jam. Espicially when your mom didn't pay attention to you." Tess mentioned, speaking in a fake sad voice.

"How did you know I was talking about the night of Final Jam?" I asked, secretly happy that my plan worked. I moved closer to her, seeing her tears fall.

"I--" Tess started, about to counter my question. I knew she wouldn't cooperate so I gathered enough breath to shove a comment at her. I felt bad, intimidating her but, she deserved every piece of yelling I was giving her.

"You admit it! WHY DID YOU HURT MITCHIE?"

"I--" Tess said, clearly extremely scared.

"WHY?"

"BECAUSE MITCHIE'S A BITCH!!" Tess screamed as loud as she could. I did the first thing that came to my mind. I slapped her, hard. I saw tears spill out of her eyes as she lifted her hand to cover the very red mark that was left on her cheek.

"YOU TAKE THAT BACK!!" I demanded, I pinned her down by her shoulders as she struggled to get up, with her insanely skinny arms. "TAKE THAT BACK NOW!" I yelled again with my fist just above her face. How could she say that to my face?

"OKAY!" Tess shouted, giving up.

"Don't ever talk about Mitchie. EVER."

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Sorry to end it here. I've gotta go to late-night dinner. Tess got a taste of her own medicine, and Shane? He was... yeah.

I've gotta go now. Watch out for the next chapter. Please review.

Sapphire Rosie