Wow, I seem to have got the hang of this updating thing ;) Enjoy.

The day after the movie I was sitting with Mitchie in the canteen. She wasn't speaking to me, still angry about having to sit through the movie (even though half the time she had her head buried in Nate's shoulder). I was watching her carefully, waiting for her to look up at me and tell me to go away. She never did though – just ate painfully slowly. I bet she did this to deliberately annoy me. It worked.

"So what's next, Sherlock?" I finally asked. Mitchie looked up then, her face somewhere between a frown and a smile. It looked quite creepy – I preferred her 'axe murderer' face.

"We wait."

Okay, she has got to be kidding. Nate is one of the most oblivious people I know (other than Jason). He'd take years to figure out we were trying to set him up. Didn't Mitchie know this?

"Well then we've got a long wait ahead of us." I said, leaning back before remembering there was no backing to the bench and almost falling over backwards. Mitchie burst out laughing as I straightened up. It was my turn to glare now.

"Hey look, there's Shane." I said, pointing behind Mitchie. She stopped laughing and whipped her head round. I bit my lip to contain my laugher. Shane wasn't even in this room, let alone behind her.

She deserved it.

"Where is-" She paused, narrowing her eyes. "He isn't here, is he?"

I nodded. "You're learning, Mitchie."

She mumbled something I didn't understand and I winked at her. It was at that moment that Nate sat down beside me.

"Yo Nate, my home skillet." I greeted him, nodding. He looked at me, smiled and then did a double take when he realised what I'd said. It was quite funny to watch, actually.

"Are you trying to speak ... gangster?" He asked, as if he was offended.

"Sorry, I forgot you where from the ghetto." I replied innocently.

"Please stop." He said, covering his ears.

Mitchie gave me a look which I didn't bother to decipher.

Then an idea struck me. I grinned evilly (I probably looked like Mitchie). "So then Shane walked in naked and-" I said, knowing he was still listening.

"WHAT?" Nate cried, removing his hands from his ears.

"I knew you were still listening, stupid." I replied, laughing at his expression.

"You've seen Shane .... naked?" He asked, horrified. Mitchie was looking at me intently too. Did NOBODY get a joke around here?

"No!" I cried, shaking my head. My plan had backfired, damn it.

"You have, haven't you! Caitlyn, how could you do this to me?" Mitchie cried.

I looked at her, frowning, about to reply when Nate interrupted.

"I thought you liked me!" He yelled this rather loudly. My face went bright red at that moment because everyone (I mean everyone) in the hall swivelled their heads in our directions. I was going to kill Nate. I waited silently for them all to turn around and after about ten seconds they did. They were all muttering – and I think it's obvious what it was about.

"Mitchie, I was joking. Nate was pretending not to listen so I said it to prove he was still listening." I tried to stay calm but I felt like strangling Nate. How could he possibly think that I liked him like ... that. The thought made me want to throw up.

"Oh." Mitchie said quietly, not meeting my eye.

Silence fell over the table and I made a point of ignoring Nate. He shifted uncomfortably beside me as I stared at that table. How long had he thought that I liked him? How damn long? Questions rushed through my brain and I felt like shouting to the hall that I hated Nate and had never liked him as more than a friend and they should all stop thinking so. That wouldn't solve anything, of course, even I knew that.

When we finally stood up (Mitchie eats so slow it's unbelievable) I walked as far away as I could from Nate. Stupid boy. I was going to get revenge.

Mitchie kept glancing at me, but I just looked the other way. I bet she thought I liked Nate too. Why does God hate me? Why?

We reached the lake and I sighed when I realised that Nate was still with us.

"I hate you." I mumbled to him, sitting down and crossing my arms.

"Sorry." He offered. I ignored him. He was acting like I was being a drama queen.

I was not overreacting. All of Camp thought I liked Nate. How can I overreact to that? It's terrible!

"Caitlyn Geller?" I looked up a young girl – about ten or eleven. I nodded slowly, wondering what she could possibly want.

"Is it true that you love Nate?" She asked, her eyes focusing on Nate. I turned to him, and would have laughed at the expression on his face if not for the circumstances.

"I. Am. Going. To. Kill You." I said through my teeth, clenching my fist.

"Uh." Nate swallowed, looking for an exit.

"You better run, Gray." I called after him and he ran, almost tripping over his feet.

Songs of the Moment: Drops of Jupiter – Train & Lullaby – The Spill Canvas.
I'm sorry for how short this is but I wanted to update for you guys - and sorry for the pointlessness of this chapter, but the title is 'Pointless Ramblings' (: