A/N: Hey guys. Sorry about this being SUCH A SHORT chapter. :( But, Youtube deleted the Camp Rock scenes so I couldn't get much info. On what was going to happen next because I'm busy with a lot of things right now. So I completely forgot what happened after. Don't worry, I promise to try to upload soon with a much longer chapter. REVIEWS PLEASE! :)
EPOV (Edward)
EPOV (Edward)
I can't believe they didn't give me the breakfast I wanted! I clearly asked for a cheese omelet, and what do they give me? Ham and eggs! Oh yes, amazing! I was going to have a word with the kitchen people. I entered the kitchen expecting someone to be there but when I looked around no one was there. "Hello?" I asked loudly. No one seemed to have replied. "Hello?" I asked, getting annoyed. I heard a clanking noise and smirked. Afraid to talk to the famous Edward Cullen? "Hello?" I asked again. I heard powder and more clanking noises. "I can hear you," I rolled my eyes. Suddenly a figure slowly came up from the shelves across and I turned to face a girl with flour on her face. I blinked twice. She looked funny…do they overwork here or something? Probably just me. "Hi," she said. "Do you work here?" I asked her, stepping forward as I spotted a cookie with icing.
"I…uh...I…yes," she sighed. Shy type, huh? Time to make some small talk.
"Wow…you really get into your work," I told her, still staring at the flour all over her face. I continued, "I'm Edward Cullen…but I'm sure you already know that," I smirked, getting some icing from the cookie and licked it.
"Of course! It's nice to meet you!" did I hear a hint of, sarcasm? Nah, I'm Edward Cullen for crying out loud. Someone, I bet, no girl could resist. I decided to head on to the reason why I was here.
"Actually, it's not so nice," her face fell. I knew it, just another fan girl. "See my manager said he sent over the list of food that I wanted, the only kinds of food I wanted, but I couldn't even go near my breakfast this morning, because it wasn't the only food I wanted." She stared at me, eyes narrowed and open-mouthed. Did I hit a nerve?
"You little—"
She started, but I interrupted. "Look, can I just talk to whoever is in charge?"
"Excuse me?" I could hear the anger and annoyance in her voice.
"What?"
"Well you're kind of being a jerk," she admitted. WHAT? Who does she think she is?
"And you are?" the girl with the flour on her face?
"A person! And there is a way to talk to a person, and that's not it!" Alright, she was clearly not a fan girl. I let the words sink in. Now what was I supposed to say? I bit my lip and said, "I'll have my manager send it over again,"
She nodded. "Fine."
I turned around and started to walk away when she coughed and I turned around to face her. "Thank you?" I rolled my eyes.
She nodded again and smiled, "Much better,"
I nodded and left immediately. That was different. I usually get what I want… I guess I have to deal with the ham and eggs…
"Eating ham and eggs in class? In class?" Carlisle asked, outraged as he dragged me by the collar to the cabin. What was I going to tell him? 'I'm sorry Uncle Carlisle, but the kitchen service didn't give me what I wanted nor did the Flour girl?' Sure.
"I didn't sign up for this!"
"See, now you just blew up your first class ever, ham and eggs, I swear,"
"Get my agent on the phone!" I nearly yelled.
"Get my agent?" he sounded pissed. Ok, really pissed. "What happened to you man? That kid on that T.V…that's not who you really are. In there, Edward," he pointed at my heart. "What happened to the kid who just loved music?"
"He grew up,"
"Big whoop. Stop acting like it's all about you!"
"In my world, it is."
He laughed, a little annoyed and put an arm around me. "Have a look," he told me, and I looked at the camp, not knowing where he was getting at, "We're in my world," Oh. Right. "And in my world, you're considered an instructor at this camp, which means, you've got to instruct!"
I folded my arms across my chest.
"You start with Hip-Hop dance, at two, and 5 6 7 8!" he started to dance and was dancing away. I stared at him then rolled my eyes. Hip-Hop, no biggy.
BPOV (Bella)
I ran to my two o'clock Hip-Hop class and sat beside Tanya who was saying, "Ok you guys, when he gets here, act cool,"
"When who gets here?" I asked, confused.
"Edward," Tanya said dreamily.
"What? He's teaching this class?" My stomach turned over again when Lauren nodded.
"Great," I sounded more not happy then happy. They didn't notice though. Instead, Lauren noticed something in my hair. "Is that…flour in your hair?"
"What? No, no, it's Chinese body powder, pretty cool huh?" I lied. When I turned away I ran my fingers through my hair immediately. The door opened and Edward Cullen stepped in and said, "Grab a mic and a hat, follow me if you can," when I saw him I ran my fingers through my hair really fast. The rest of the class already rushed forward to get them. I was one of the last. He put in a CD and it played a song I didn't know. "Follow me everyone," he said and brought the mic to his mouth.
He mouthed "Yeah," while the singer of the song sang it.
First stop hit the groove
Let the music play
Next stop everybody
It's time to celebrate
I tapped Jessica's shoulder and gave her a face asking what-is-he-doing? She just shrugged and whispered, "Hip Hop?" "I said, follow me," he told everyone since they didn't understand what he was doing. He sighed and said, "Cross the floor," and pointed to his left. Everyone immediately walked to his left. "Now," he leaned to his left, then to his right, we copied and then he smiled. "Freestyle now, go!"
Lets
Sta- sta -start the party
Come on come on everyone lets
Sta- sta -start the party
I know you never gonna wanna stop
"Everyone circle face to front!" he commanded. We did so.
Let the music take us
Every time let's close our eyes
Feel the groove wanna shake us
Every where and everybody turn it up
And start the party
Start start the party
Let's do it
Start start the party...
Lets
Sta- sta -start the party
Come on come on everyone lets
Sta- sta -start the party
What you watin for now
Sta- sta -start the party
Come on come on everyone lets
Sta- sta -start the party
What you watin for now
Sta- sta -start the party
Come on come on everyone lets
Sta- sta -start the party
I know you neva gonna wanna common let me hear you hala
Neva eva neva gonna stop
The drum sticks guy suddenly fell on the floor. His hat flew off and his drumsticks went out of his pockets. Tanya smirked and said, "Talk about dancing to the beat of a different drum," she rolled her eyes. Everyone encircled him and asked, "You alright?" or "Are you ok?" Edward gave Tanya a disapproving look and smiled at the drum guy. "Are you really good at the drums?"
The guy nodded shyly and picked up his drumsticks. He started making a really fast beat and flipped one drumstick in the air and ended the beat. People 'Ooo'd' and 'Ahh'd' and some clapped and whistled.
Edward smiled widely. "Man! You're a drummer dude. The drummer controls the beat, the rhythm's just in your hands."
"Yeah, I guess," the guy smiled.
"Now we just have to work getting that beat from those sticks to your feet," Edward told him. He laughed and Edward asked him to follow him. Everyone else was smiling and so was I. Maybe he wasn't always a jerk after all.