Camp Rock
Chapter 6
My own version of Camp Rock told in Shane's point of viewI laughed as I ran towards the dining hall. I looked back and saw a soaking-wet Tess emerging from the lake, a huge frown on her angry face. "Shane! I'm gonna murder you!" This only made me laugh harder.
Tess raced after me, as fast as she could in her wet sneakers and she slip a bit. I continued running to the dining hall, leaving a trail of water on my way there. I stepped into the dining hall, and everyone looked at me. My clothes were soaking wet and so was my hair. I squeezed some water out of my shirt and then looked down at my pants. Since I was wearing my white skinny jeans, my blue boxers were showing through them. I shrugged and walked over to one of the tables.
Mitchie was sitting next to some Asian chick and some other girl. She gave me a weird look, so I sat down next to her, getting the bench soaking wet. The Asian girl scooted away from me. I looked at her. "I'm not gonna bite you… well, I might. But not right now," I smirked.
She stared at me. "I'm Ella," she said, holding out her hand for me to shake it.
I shook my head. "I don't touch other people,"
The other girl said, "Hi Shane, I'm Peggy. I'm a huge fan of your music!"
I smirked. Who isn't a huge fan of my music?
Ella looked around. "Has anyone seen Tess?"
I nodded and let out a quick huff of laughter. "Oh, I pushed her in the lake."
Mitchie smiled and whispered, "Awesome!"
The other two girls looked at each other, slightly smiling.
"I'm guessing you hate her too…even though you're her followers," I said.
They didn't say anything.
"Listen, I gotta run. I have more important things to do than hang out with you losers," I said and stood up from the table, grabbing another hotdog before I left. I went back to my cabin, eating my hotdog on the way. I looked out the window out to the lake.
When I caught a glimpse of Tess approaching my cabin, I ducked down and hid under the bed. Even though it was dusty and gross under there, I didn't want an angry girl to see me all alone in my room… who knows what would happen?
She went into my cabin. "Shane! I know you're in there! Come out so I can kick your ass!"
I stayed as quiet as I could. She groaned and then stormed out of my cabin. When the coast was clear, I got out from underneath the bed and went to go take a shower and changed into some dry clothes. I grabbed my guitar and decided to write a new song. I played around with some chords and then my phone rang. "What?" I barked. "I'm writing a new song here, God damn it!"
It was Jason. "So how's my birdhouse coming along?"
I scoffed and hung up the phone, throwing it down on my bed. I continued to play and wrote down some lyrics on a stray piece of paper.
"That's cool," I heard a voice. I looked up and saw Uncle Brown sitting down next to me. "It's like your old stuff,"
"Yeah," I nodded. "I was thinking our group could change up our sound," I shrugged. "Do some different stuff."
He nodded. "So are you coming out to the campfire tonight?"
I laughed. "Yeah right! Like I'd waste my time listening to those losers!"
"Well you sit in here by yourself, super star," Uncle Brown said and stood up. "You're right; you are way better than them."
I smirked. I am way better than them.
X X X
It was beginning to get dark out and I had already finished eating dinner. I had written all of the new song I had been working on all day. It sounded great… as usual.
Everyone was heading over to the campfire. I sighed. Might as well join them and check out the competition – or lack of. I set down my guitar and put it back in its case. I walked over to the campfire. It took me a good five minutes to make my way over there, but I came just in time for the first song.
When I caught glimpse of the girls – Tess, Mitchie, Ella, Peggy, and other sluts – wearing those sparkly outfits, I smirked and leaned up against a tree, watching them from afar.
Tess began singing:
"Too cool
for my dress
These shades don't leave my head
Everything you
say is so irrelevant
You follow in my lead
You want to be like
me
But you just don't want to be loved and hated
I can't help
the way I am
Hope you don't misunderstand
But I'm too cool
Yeah
I'm too cool
To know you
Don't take it personal
Don't get
emotional
You know it's the truth
I'm too cool for you
You
think your hot but I'm sorry, you're not
Exactly who do you think
you are
Can tell you what you haven't got
When we walk into the
room
I'm too cool for you
Lucky I'm so nice
Even I'm
surprised
You are still allowed to be in my crew
Show you how
it's done
If you want to be someone
Just watch me and
you'll learn some
Me, myself, and I agree
You'll never catch up
with me
Cause I'm too cool
Yeah I'm-" she stopped in mid
sentence when she saw me.
"SHANE GRAY!" she screamed.
The music stopped and she stared at me. Everyone gasped and turned around to face me. I waved. "Hey, Tess," I folded my arms and walked over to the stage, kicking a stray rock on the way over.
She pointed me. "That's the one who pushed me in the lake!" she told all the campers.
I smirked. "I didn't actually push you… you more of fell in it. I just kind of helped the cause by tipping the canoe."
Tess groaned. "Shane you're going to pay for that! My brand-new dress is ruined thanks to you!" She scrunched up her face and clenched her fists.
I popped my knuckles. "Bring it, bitch!"
She screamed and then charged at me. Everyone in the audience gasped and I moved out of the way. Tess was wearing high heels so it was hard for her to run after me. I laughed at her expense and jumped off the stage. She still chased after me, and we ran all around the campfire. I hopped back on the stage and it took her a while to get up in her skimpy little slut dress. "Let's settle this once and for all!"
Tess nodded. "I'm gonna rip all your fugly hair out, asshole!" She charged at me and grabbed my beautiful hair.
"Hey! Ouch! Don't touch my hair!" I yelled and smacked her across the face. She fell to the ground and then scoffed. Tess got back up from the ground and pushed me. I pushed her back. We got closer and closer to the edge of the stage until she pushed me off and I screamed. I landed on my arm and hit my head on the hard ground. I heard something snap and cried out.
I doubled over in pain and a couple of kids ran over to me. "Too Cool" girl strutted off the stage, proud of herself.
Mitchie ran over to me. "Shane!" She kneeled down next to me.
My arm hurt like a bitch… I'll tell you that. Great. First my wrist is messed up, now my arm and my head? I moaned and closed my eyes, trying to make this disaster go away. Why did they make me come here?