I love it when you guys tell me what's going to happen, like I don't know or something xD It's really funny and entertains me.

I am very upset that pretty much no one is updating their stories anymore. So I have nothing to read and no reason to procrastinate, so I have to write in order to have something to do. You know it's terrible when I start making people look bad by updating more often. I am a terrible updater! And if you are currently working on a story that I'm reading and are reading this, as soon as you finish this chapter, GO WRITE, DAMN IT! I need more things to read :/

Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock or Wizards of Waverly Place. Both are property of Disney.

"I thought I told you to go to your room." Jerry looked at his daughter with a deep frown on his face.

"Yes, okay, you did, but while I was there, I Justin came in, we talked, then I was looking through my magazine, and I got an idea!" Alex said, rambling a bit.

"Oh boy," Jerry said with fake cheerfulness. "Because your last idea to smoke in the girls' room went over so well! Please, tell us, Alex. I'm all ears." He held his hand up to his ear dramatically.

Alex crossed her arms and sighed at her father's immaturity. "Alright, I admit it. That was the stupidest thing I've ever done. I'm ashamed."

"Why are you ashamed?" Jerry asked, never knowing his daughter to feel bad about her schemes.

"The fact that I did it," the sixteen year old said, looking down at her feet.

"Why?" Theresa pressed.

"Because it was such a cliché!" Alex averted her eyes upward, shaking her head. "I mean, really? Smoking in the girls' room? What was I thinking?"

"So you're not ashamed of the actual smoking, but the location you chose?" Theresa asked slowly, trying to understand.

Alex shrugged a little. "Yeah, pretty much."

"Alex, smoking on school property is illegal, first of all!" Jerry shouted, standing up. "Second, you are not even old enough to purchase cigarettes. So add that to the list of laws you've broken. Next, setting the school on fire is a felony, and you are lucky those cops were too stupid to realize that even though Mr. Laritate didn't want to press charges, they still could have arrested you! Not to mention, you smoked in the first place! Your mother and I have told you how hazardous it can be to your health!"

"Alright, alright, I get it! Sheesh." Alex held her hands up to make her father stop. "Can I tell you my idea or not?"

"I really don't want to hear it right now, Alex." Jerry's face was slowly turning from red to purple as his anger rose. "Right now, your mother and I are trying to figure out whether or not we should send you to military school!"

"School! That's what I want to talk to you about," Alex said quickly, hoping her parents weren't serious about the whole military school thing. They'd brought it up before, but never gone through with it. Then again, she'd never almost burned down the school before.

"What's there to talk about? You've been expelled, remember?" Jerry sat down again, letting himself sink into the couch cushions. "Now we need to find a new place to send you."

"You might not have to send me anywhere!" Alex exclaimed, a sly smile on her face.

"You are not dropping out," Theresa said sternly, pointing a finger at her daughter. "You will at least finish high school. Whether or not you are even able to go to college, we'll see when the time comes. But you will get a high school diploma no matter how long it takes!"

"That's not what I meant, Mom," Alex said. "I mean, I can get my education right here." She pointed to the floor for emphasis.

"And how would you do that, Alex?" Jerry asked, somewhat interested.

"Justin can teach me!" the teenager said, sitting in the arm chair with a smug smile. "He went into the wizard world and received a degree to be a teacher. He's qualified. He can home school me. And for free, too."

"He's meeting with possible clients right now," Jerry said. "If they're smart, they'll hire him. Let's see, what would Justin choose? A job with a good kid that he can earn money from, or trying to teach his younger, miss-behaved, sister for free? I'm thinking he won't choose you."

"Besides, you wouldn't let Justin teach you anyway," Theresa added. "You'd find any excuse you could to get out of work. And you would torture your brother while you're at it."

"No, I wouldn't. How about whatever I earn from working in the sub shop goes to Justin?" Alex offered, feeling desperate.

"I don't pay you to work in the sub shop," Jerry said, furrowing his brow.

"Well maybe you should start," Alex said.

"That still wouldn't be enough." Theresa shook her head. "Private tutors are very expensive. I'm sure Justin could make twice as much in an hour than you could offer him for an entire session."

"Your mother's right," Jerry agreed. "You only work for a few hours after school and on the weekends. If I were to pay you, it would be minimum wage. That's only about thirty dollars a day at most. Home school teachers cost," he tried to figure out the amount in his head, "a lot more than that!"

"Besides, Justin is probably accepting a job offer right now as we speak. Just forget it, Alex," Theresa said, turning to her husband. "It's been a rough day. You deserve pie. Do you want pie?"

Jerry's face lit up at the mention of the dessert. "I can have pie?"

"Yes." Theresa smiled a little at how her husband was so easily distracted. "I think you've earned it. What kind of pie would you like?"

"Apple," Jerry said happily.

Theresa patted his knee affectionately before standing up and going to the kitchen. Alex sighed and moved to the seat beside her father on the couch.

"Let's say Justin does end up tutoring this kid," she said. "Private tutoring only takes a few hours, not a whole day like regular school since the teacher only has one kid to focus on. That means he'd only be working part of the day. He could take that kid in the morning and me at night. Or the other way around." Alex considered this for a few moments. "You know, on second thought, he better take me at night. I am not waking up early if I don't have to."

"And when did you plan on working in the sub shop?" Jerry raised his eyebrows at his daughter, stretching his arm over the back of the couch.

Alex sighed heavily and dramatically. "Fine, if I have to, I'll work in the restaurant in the morning."

"Well what if this little girl's parents want her tutored in the afternoon?" Jerry asked. "Then what, Alex?"

"Then Justin will take me in the morning and I'll work in the afternoon!" Alex said, rolling her eyes a bit. "It's flexible."

"I don't know, Alex." Jerry shook his head. "It seems to me that we'd be rewarding you for committing a felony."

"Trust me, making me spend time with Justin is not a reward." She looked at her father. "So, can we give it a shot? Please?"

Jerry looked over to Theresa, who was busy putting the pie in the oven. She caught her husband's eye and nodded reluctantly. Jerry turned his attention back to his daughter.

"We'll ask Justin," he said. Alex immediately pumped her fist in the air triumphantly. "But that doesn't mean he'll agree," Jerry said, cutting his daughter's victory short.

"Oh, he'll agree." Alex smiled mischievously. "He has to." Without another word, she stood from the couch and went over to the stairs, bounding up them almost as quickly as she'd descended.

"I don't want to know what she's up to," Jerry said, pointing towards the stairs.

"Me either," Theresa agreed.

"Hi, I'm Justin Russo," Justin said, shaking hands with the couple that had called him in to meet about homeschooling their daughter.

"I'm Connie, and this is my husband, Steve," Connie Torres said, shaking hands with the smiling young man before her.

"And this is our daughter, Mitchie," Steve placed a hand on the teenager's shoulder.

Mitchie looked up at Justin shyly under her bangs. "Hi," she said quietly. When her parents told her they'd be getting her a private tutor, they never told her he'd be so close to her own age. He looked like he'd just graduated from high school.

"Please, sit down," Connie said, gesturing to the living area.

The family of three and Justin moved from the kitchen of the small New York apartment to the connected living room. As Justin looked around, it was quite obvious to him that the family had just moved in. The couches still had plastic wrap over them from the trip over and there were boxes scattered everywhere.

"Sorry for the mess," Steve apologized, taking a seat on the couch. "We're still getting settled."

"It's fine." Justin offered a smile. "I understand." He sat in an arm chair off to the side, letting the family sit together on the couch.

"Let's get to know each other, shall we?" Connie smiled nervously. "How old are you, Justin?"

"I'm eighteen," Justin said. This is where he knew he had a lot of explaining to do. He couldn't exactly tell them he'd gotten his teaching certificate in the wizard world without exposing himself as a wizard. So how could he explain his young age? He couldn't say he graduated high school early. A simple background check would prove that false. So there was only one thing to do when it came to explaining his college education: lie.

"That's a little young to be a certified teacher," Steve said, frowning a bit.

"Well, I'm exceptionally bright. While still in high school, I was taking night classes and other online courses for college credits. I earned my teaching degree not long ago," Justin lied smoothly. Maybe he was related to Alex, after all. Not long ago. He tried not to smile to himself. Try an hour ago. He'd been so confident he'd get his degree that he'd placed an ad for a private teacher and set up a meeting with the Torres family before he'd even gone to school.

"That's rather impressive." Connie exchanged a surprised look with her husband.

"No offense, Justin, but we were expecting someone a little older," Steve said, hoping not to hurt the boy's feelings.

"I understand," Justin said. "But I've brought here a complete list of references." He placed a brief case on the coffee table, popping it open. He then took out three laminated copies of references and handed them to each Torres.

"Wow," Connie breathed, scanning the list.

"You can call any one of my former teachers and they will tell you−"

"That won't be necessary," Steve said, cutting him off.

Justin cleared his throat, straightening his tie. He'd worn a suit−dress to impress. "What time were you interested in me teaching Mitchie?"

"Mostly in the morning, but we need a flexible schedule." Connie placed the paper back on the coffee table. "For doctors' appointments and such."

"Perfect," Justin said, nodding. "Do you plan on Mitchie going to appointments very often?"

Mitchie looked at her parents, then at the young man they were interviewing. They did know she was still in the room, right?

"Probably," Connie said, nodding, trying to figure out how to proceed with this delicate situation.

"Does she have a medical condition that I should know about?"

All three Torreses exchanged a look.

"I'm pregnant," Mitchie said shyly, finding it hard to look Justin in the eye. "Is that going to be a problem?"

Justin, not expecting that, almost choked on his own spit. His eyes darted back and forth from Mitchie's stomach to her face as his own turned red. Looking closely, he realized it was a little obvious and felt stupid for not noticing before. "No, not at all," he said, his voice a little higher than normal.

"Are you sure?" Connie asked.

Justin cleared his throat, gaining his composure and praying his voice would be deeper when he spoke again. "Yeah, I'm sure," he said, his voice back to normal. "So you're in what grade?" he asked, trying to keep his cool.

"Eleventh," Mitchie said.

"Oh, that's the same grade as my sister," Justin said, making conversation.

"Are you qualified to teach at that level?" Steve asked.

"Yes sir." Justin nodded. "I am qualified to teach all high school grades."

"What were your grades like in school?" Connie asked curiously.

"I had all A's."

"Me too," Mitchie said, smiling a little. It was always nice to meet someone else who took their schoolwork seriously.

"So when you teach Mitchie, you will do it here," Connie said. "How's nine a.m. sound?"

"You mean I got the job?" Justin asked, a little surprised and excited.

Connie nodded. "You got the job."

"Great news!" Justin exclaimed, walking through the door of his home.

Jerry looked up for his third slice of pie, interested. "What is it, Justin?"

"I got the job!" Justin dropped his brief case by the door, smiling triumphantly.

Jerry put down his plate and fork and rushed over to his son. "That's fantastic, Justin!" He gathered Justin up in a hug. This meant there was less of a chance Justin would be able to teach Alex. The very idea scared Jerry half to death.

"What's this about?" Theresa asked when she entered the room and spotted her husband hugging their eldest son.

Jerry let go of Justin, but kept his arm over his shoulder. "Justin got the job!"

"Oh thank God!" Theresa placed her hand over her heart, very relieved. "I mean, that's wonderful!"

"Wow, guys," Justin said smiling, "I didn't know you'd be this happy for me."

Jerry and Theresa exchanged a knowing glance. Yes, they were happy for Justin. But they were also happy that Alex's plan had less of a chance of succeeding. They'd agreed at the time because it was easier than arguing, but had regretted it ever since.

Alex, having heard the door open, came dashing down the stairs. "Is that Justin?" she called on the way down. When she got to the landing and spotted her brother, she smiled sweetly. "Justin, hi."

"What do you want?" Justin immediately responded, knowing Alex was only ever nice when she wanted something.

"Can't a sister say hi to her brother without wanting something?" Alex feigned hurt.

"Normal sisters, yes. You, no." Justin glared at her. "What is it?"

"Shame on you, brother!" Alex pointed at him. "I was just trying to take an interest in your life and you accuse me of wanting something! That hurts. Right here." She placed her hand over her heart.

Justin sighed, deciding to play along. "Okay, Alex. If you're so interested in my life, what would you like to know?"

"How did your meeting with the family go?" She walked over to her brother, taking him by the arm and leading him to the couch and making him sit, soon after taking a seat beside him. "Tell me all about it."

"Well, I introduced myself, we talked about my education and qualifications, and then they offered me the job." Justin smiled a little, loving to brag about his success.

"Did you take it?" Alex asked, trying not to look panicky.

"Yes." Justin nodded.

"Shoot!" Alex frowned.

"Excuse me?" the eldest Russo looked at his younger sister.

"Alex was hoping you wouldn't get the job so you could teach her instead," Jerry clarified.

"Absolutely not!" Justin exclaimed, standing up. "I am not teaching you!" He pointed at Alex.

"Come on, Justin!" she stood up as well. "It will only take you a few hours to tutor this kid. You could take her in the morning and me in the afternoon, or the other way around. I'll even pay you!"

"No, Alex." Justin shook his head. "I have Mitchie scheduled in the morning and I'm monster hunting at night."

"You still do that?" Alex crossed her arms over her chest. "I thought you quit after you lost Juliet."

"You promised never to speak of that again!" Justin straightened his suit, trying not to show how flustered he was. "And it's different now. I'm no longer doing it as an independent study. It's a job. They're paying me."

"Looks like you're out of luck, Alex," Jerry said, trying to change the subject. "So, Justin, tell us about the kid you're going to be teaching. Mindy, you said her name was?"

Justin shook his head. "Her name's Mitchie. And she's not a kid. She's almost as old as I am. She's in eleventh grade."

"That's the same grade as me!" Alex cut in, an idea suddenly coming to her. "Hey, you could teach us at the same time! Like a class with two students!"

"No way!" Justin frowned. "I don't think her parents would appreciate it if I brought in my delinquent sister while they're paying me to educate their daughter."

"It's not like I'm going to corrupt her or something," Alex said. "Besides, she probably needs a social life. Home school kids are super weird. It would probably be good for her."

"It's not like that, Alex." Justin sighed.

"You probably don't think she's weird because you're weird too." Alex put her hand on her brother's shoulder. "She's been home schooled her whole life, right?"

Justin shook his head again. "No, this would be her first year being home schooled."

"That's odd." Alex frowned. "Not many kids go into home schooling this late. What's the case? Is she a total dweeb and her parents got tired of her being picked on?"

"No, that's not it."

"Then what is it?" Alex persisted.

"She's pregnant, okay?" Justin yelled, his sister getting on his last nerve.

Alex was silent for a few moments before a smile broke out across her face. "Perfect! With the mess she's gotten herself into, she and her parents will have no room to judge me! I can't corrupt the corrupted."

"She's not a bad kid, Alex," Justin said. "I don't know the story, but if I had to guess, I'd say she just made a mistake."

"And so did I," Alex said. "And we're both paying for them." She looked at Justin expectantly. "Come on, give me a chance here." She took a step closer so her parents wouldn't hear. "Please don't let them send me to military school."

Justin glanced down at his sister and saw the desperation in her eyes. He sighed. "Fine, I'll ask if they wouldn't mind if you joined the sessions, but I can't promise anything."

Alex squealed and threw her arms around her brother. "Thank you! You're the best!" she said before letting go and running to the stairs again.

"No, I'm a sucker," Justin muttered to himself as he watched his sister bounce up the stairs, a pleased smile on her face.

Not my favorite chapter, but it had to be done so I could move on with the story.

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