Camp Revenge
Camp Revenge
Chapter 20
My own version of Camp Rock told in Shane's point of view
I. Am. Dark. And. Twisty. Today at least. Well, actually every day. No more bright and shiny for me. I will forever be dark and twisty Shane. If there was one thing that I learned today, it's that you can never trust anyone. Me? I'm dishonest, and a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly. It's the honest ones you want to watch out for, because you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly... stupid. Unless they prove themselves trustworthy. It's like trusting for the untrustworthy – it just doesn't work. Especially if they are on the top of your "to die" list. Oh, and The Bitch has been promoted to number one on my "to die" list. Yes, even George Bush didn't try to kill me with a death muffin, so he's second on my list now.
Mitchie hugged me. "Shane, I'm just so glad you're alive!"
Yeah, I'm happy too.
Nate joined in the hug and so did Jason.
"Yay. Group hug!" Jason exclaimed and squeezed me to death.
I pushed them away. "Ok! Stop! I can't breathe again!"
They pulled away from our death hug and then I walked out of the dining hall. Mitchie came after me. "Wait! Shane! Where are you going?"
I turned to face her. "Can you just leave me alone? I want to be dark and twisty!" I walked faster out of the dining hall and went into my cabin, slamming the door. I leaned up against the door and then slid down, sitting on the ground. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing.
Mitchie knocked on my door. "Shane? Are you in there?"
I didn't answer.
"Shane? Please? Open the door," she begged.
Still no answer.
"Please don't be dark and twisty," Mitchie said, her voice filled with sorrow.
Silence.
"But Shane… The dance is next week," she sounded heart broken.
What dance? I stood up and opened the door. Mitchie half smiled and came into my cabin.
I faced Mitchie. "What dance are we talking about?"
Mitchie smiled. "The promette!"
The what now?
"You know, it's like the prom, only for kids our age,"
"A promette, eh?"
"Yeah! It's like the best thing of the year!"
"I don't remember a promette when I went to camp here,"
"That's because it started last year. Everyone brings fancy clothes from home and then you wear it to the promette! It's really fun!"
"I didn't get the memo,"
"You didn't read the pamphlet,"
"Damn right I didn't,"
She sighed. "So you don't have fancy attire?"
"Umm… no. And even if I did, why would I wear it to a stupid camp dance?"
"Because it's what you do!"
I shook my head. "No. No dance for me. That's such a stupid thing. A promette? How lame! And besides, I'm dark and twisty," I lay down on my bed.
Mitchie scoffed. "Fine! I'll go with someone else!"
She left my cabin and slammed the door. I sighed. Being dark and twisty is not fun. I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep.
But I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about how hurt Mitchie looked when I told her I didn't want to go to the promette with her. I sighed, realizing I had to do the right thing, and I went out of my cabin and saw Mitchie sitting down on a rock by the lake. I smiled as I went up to her. "Hey, Mitchie,"
"What?" she barked.
I got down on one knee. "Will you go to the prom with me,"
She looked disgusted. "No, Shane, no. I don't want to go to the prom with you," Mitchie got up and left.
I watched as she left. I ran after her. "Wait! Mitchie! I'm sorry! I want to go to the prom with you! Please?"
She sighed. "Sorry Shane. I'm already going with someone else,"
"Who?" I asked.
"Denny,"
"Who's Denny?"
"My brother!" she yelled. "I have to go to the prom with my brother because my boyfriend didn't want to go with me!"
I pouted. "I'm sorry, Mitchie. Please-"
She stopped me. "No! Just don't even talk! This prom meant a lot to me and then you tell me that you don't want to go? My BOYFRIEND doesn't want to take me to prom?! I have to go with my BROTHER?!"
"Mitchie, come on. Don't be like this," I said.
Mitchie scoffed. "No! We are so over!" she yelled and walked away. I was left standing there by the lake, my jaw dropped.
Damn it. I just got dumped. All because I wanted to be dark and twisty...