Disclaimer: I do not own Wizards of Waverly Place or Camp Rock. I know, damn.

You have no idea how hyper I was while writing this chapter. Really hard to focus. And just so you all know, I am leaving for college in not too long. In the near future, I'm going to be busy packing my things together to get ready for the move. I am going to want to spend time with my friends and family before I leave, so please don't be too angry with me if I don't update for a while. I will try to have another chapter up before I leave, though.

Prop. 8 is gone! Thoughts?

"Alex, get your feet off the dashboard," Justin scolded his younger sister as they inched forward in New York City traffic.

Alex sighed heavily, but put her feet down all the same. Her brother cringed when he saw the dirty footprints she'd left behind. He'd have to clean that later. He liked to keep his car as neat as possible, just like his room. This car was his pride and joy. It was a graduation present from his parents, and it was much more than he'd expected. His father was known for being stingy, so Justin knew that even expecting a new cell phone was a bit much. He knew he'd get cake, because his father loved cake, but he never even dreamed his parents would buy him a car. Sure, it was used and a little old, but it ran pretty well (for a 2001 Ford Focus, anyway). Most importantly, it was his.

"Why did we have to take your stupid car?" Alex asked, kicking the bottom of the glove compartment to show her hatred for her brother's ugly, tan vehicle. It smelled like a mix between sweaty gym socks and moth balls, with a hint of pine. "The subway would have been much faster. Now we're going to be late."

Justin cleared his throat and adjusted his rearview mirror, little pine tree air freshener swinging as he did so. "We're going to be late because you weren't ready when I told you to be," he said.

"Yeah right." Alex rolled her eyes. "You just wanted to drive your precious car." She sneered. "You know what would have been even faster than the subway or driving? Zapping us there. We're wizards, after all!"

"You don't have your wand," Justin said patiently as he switched on the radio. "You couldn't have zapped yourself there."

"You could have zapped both of us!"

"Maybe next time." Justin drummed his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the song.

Alex groaned and let her head fall back onto the headrest. She was starting to think she should have gone to military school after all.

"Oh no!" Justin said, lowering his hand away from the door on which he was just about to knock.

"What?" Alex asked, still annoyed from the car ride over.

Justin patted his empty pockets, confirming his fear. "I forgot my cell phone in the car."

"It's not like you need it." Alex rolled her eyes. "No one likes you, remember?"

"Lots of people like me!" Justin said defensively.

"Name one person that isn't Zeke, Harper, Max, Mom, Dad, or one of your former teachers." The girl crossed her arms over her chest.

"Mitchie," Justin said, jutting his thumb towards the apartment door.

"You're her teacher!" Alex said. "That doesn't count!"

"Alex, I am not in the mood for this." Justin pinched the bridge of his nose.

"In the mood for what?"

"For you!" Justin exclaimed, pointing at his sister. "Just knock on the door and go inside. Mitchie should let you in if you tell her who you are. I'm going to get my phone. Tell her I'll be right back, okay?"

"Fine." Alex grumbled. She turned away from her brother and knocked on the apartment door.

"Please be nice to her," Justin said as he walked to the stairwell.

"Yeah, yeah," Alex called over her shoulder.

The apartment door swung open before her and Alex was met with the most beautiful pair of brown eyes she'd ever seen. They were so dark, deep, and curious. When Alex focused on the entire face of the girl standing in front of her, she nearly felt the breath get knocked out of her. The cute little nose with freckles, those quirked, surprised eyebrows, her long brown hair, and those eyes…It was all too much. When Alex saw that the girl wore an amused smirk, she snapped her jaw (which she'd just realized was hanging open) shut.

"Come in," the girl said, walking back into the apartment, leaving Alex standing in the doorway.

Alex shook her head to clear her thoughts, slightly embarrassed to be caught off guard like that. Why hadn't Justin mentioned she was so cute before? She silently cursed her brother and his omission of information as she walked into the apartment, dropping her bag on the couch.

"You must be Mitchie," Alex said, looking at the brunette that was taking a seat at the table.

"Yes, and you're Alex," Mitchie said while nodding. "I've heard a lot about you."

"All good, I hope," she said, standing awkwardly by the couch.

"Nothing good, actually." Mitchie said matter-of-factly.

Alex cocked her head to the side and gave her a look that clearly said 'Oh really?' She seemed to be a little insulted.

Sensing she'd made things awkward and possibly started a fight between Justin and his sister, Mitchie cleared her throat. "Would you like to sit down?"

"Sure." Alex went over to the table and took a seat across from Mitchie.

Mitchie took note of that. Good, Justin would be able to sit in the middle of them. It would be easier for him to teach that way. And she was glad she wasn't sitting too close to Alex. Something about her made the singer unsettled. Maybe it was the fact that her eyes hadn't left Mitchie since she walked in.

"Where's Justin?" Mitchie asked, tearing her own eyes from the girl across from her and staring at the apartment door, which was still open. That was dangerous, but she really didn't feel like getting up to close it when she knew she'd just have to get back up to let Justin in probably not even a minute later.

"He left something in the car. He'll be right up," Alex said, finally looking away from Mitchie to inspect the text books in front of her. "I'm afraid we just ordered my books last night, so they're not in yet. We're going to have to share yours. That okay with you?" She shifted her gaze back up to the girl across from her.

Mitchie locked eyes with Alex. When brown orbs met with brown orbs, Mitchie felt her stomach flip. Damn that morning sickness. "Yeah, that would be fine."

"Good." Alex gave her a crooked grin, liking how nervous Mitchie seemed. Making people nervous was one of her favorite hobbies. Sometimes she caused random acts of mischief for no other reason than to just watch Harper squirm.

Mitchie's stomach did another flip when Alex revealed that crooked smile of hers. It was too much.

"Excuse me," Mitchie said, jumping up from the table. She slapped her hand over her mouth and ran to the bathroom, her face a disgusting shade of green.

Alex gagged when she heard the sound of vomit hitting the water in the toilet bowl in the bathroom. Hearing people get sick always made her queasy.

"Alright, I'm back," Justin said, walking into the apartment, surprised to see only his sister sitting at the kitchen table. "Where's Mitchie?"

"She's in the bathroom puking," Alex said, jutting her thumb in the direction she'd seen Mitchie heading last.

"Oh, great, Alex. I leave you alone with her and you make her throw up. Good job," he said, closing the door.

"I didn't do it! She's pregnant. She probably has morning sickness!" Alex glared at her brother. "Dick."

"Can you not call me that, please?" Justin sighed. "If you're not going to respect me as your brother, at least respect me as your teacher."

"Whatever, Professor Lame Ass." Alex chuckled at her own joke.

"Hey, that's kind of funny. Can I call you that, too?" Mitchie asked from the doorway. Her face was pale, but at least it wasn't green anymore. One hand rested on her stomach, which once again flipped when Alex looked over at her and gave her a sympathetic smile. Gosh, what was is with this girl? Did she have a morning sickness trigger or something?

"No," Justin grumbled. Great, Alex had only been here five minutes and she'd already turned his student against him. "Can we get started, please?"

"Whatever you say, Dr. Dork." Alex saluted her brother. Mitchie chuckled a little as she sat back down in her usual chair.

"It's not funny anymore, Alex," Justin said flatly. His sister was working on his last nerve.

"I thought it was," Mitchie said shyly.

Alex smirked and tried to catch the girl's eye, but Mitchie wouldn't look up from under her bangs. This made the young rebel frown.

"Alex, since you don't have your books yet, you're going to have to look off Mitchie's," Justin said.

Alex snorted. "Duh, Captain Obvious."

The boy sighed. "Alex…"

"Sorry, last one." She held her hands up in a sign of truce.

"I meant, you're going to have to sit next to her, not across from her. It would be easier for you to share books that way." He gestured to the empty chair the girls had left for him to sit in.

"Oh." Alex swallowed. She stood up and switched seats. When Alex's elbow brushed with Mitchie's, Mitchie scooted her chair a little closer to the wall. Alex frowned once again. Did Mitchie suddenly think she had cooties or something?

Justin sat in the empty chair. "Do you want to start with math again today, Mitchie?"

"Sure," the brunette nodded.

"Whoa, wait a minute," Alex protested. "What if I don't want to start with math? Don't I get a say in this?"

Justin let out an annoyed sigh and folded his hands in front of him. "Okay, Alex, what do you want to start with?"

Alex looked from her brother to Mitchie, who blushed and looked away when the raven haired girl caught her eye again. She then realized how childish she sounded.

"Math is fine, I just wanted to be included in the decision," Alex mumbled, slightly embarrassed.

"Please open the book to chapter one, section one," Justin said, trying to move things along. He wasn't going to let Alex hold them up any longer. "Alex, you're going to need a notebook to write in."

"It's in my bag," Alex said.

Justin checked the floor around the table, not seeing the accessory. "And where is your bag?"

"On the couch." Alex nodded in that direction.

"Do you want to maybe go get it?" Justin asked through clenched teeth. She really knew just how to get to him.

The girl shrugged. "If I have to."

"You have to!" Justin yelled, losing the last bit of patience he had left.

"You need to calm down," Alex told her brother before getting up and crossing the room.

Justin then started banging his head on the tabletop. Mitchie watched with fascination, raising her eyebrows slightly in surprise. She'd never had a sibling, and she didn't have any friends that had siblings, so she didn't know how normal siblings acted together. But she was pretty sure this wasn't normal.

Alex grabbed her backpack and yanked a random notebook out of it. She then carried them both back to the table, where Justin was still abusing himself.

She hit her brother in the back of the head with her notebook. "Cut it out! You're scaring your student."

He stopped his movements and picked his head up, showing that he'd made himself temporarily cross-eyed. He closed his eyes and cleared his throat. When he opened his pupils again, his vision was correct. "So, algebra…"

"Yeah, algebra!" Mitchie said enthusiastically, hoping to get back on the topic of school. She looked at the girl next to her, almost fearful to offer what she knew she had to. "Alex, you can scoot closer if you want, so you can see the book too."

"Thanks," Alex said, sliding her chair along the floor so that she and Mitchie were on the same side of the table.

They were so close the sides of their bodies were touching, a fact that did not go unnoticed by Mitchie. When their bare arms came into contact, Alex's warmth seemed to transfer to Mitchie's body, going straight to her cheeks, where a blush was creeping its way to the surface. Alex glanced at the brunette beside her and gave her a small smile. When their eyes met, Mitchie's breathing hitched and her stomach became unsettled again. Not wanting to vomit for the second time today, she took deep breaths in through her nose and out through her mouth in an attempt to calm her stomach. When Alex inhaled, she caught a whiff of the minty freshness of Mitchie's breath from when she'd used mouth wash the last time Alex made her queasy.

Meanwhile, Justin was sitting across the table from the two girls, completely oblivious to the interaction between his sister and his student.

"I don't get it!" Alex complained for the tenth time.

They'd finished all lessons about twenty minutes earlier and now Mitchie and Alex were trying to complete the work that came with the lessons. Technically Justin's only requirement was to teach them how to do the work. He didn't have to help them with it, but he liked to. He'd liked helping Mitchie the day before, anyway. She hadn't needed much help at all. And when she did, she was very easy to work with, eager to understand what she was doing wrong so she could fix it. Alex, on the other hand, was a completely different story. She didn't understand anything and she didn't try to. She just sat there and complained instead of doing the work.

"Alex, we've been over it a dozen times!" Justin ran a flustered hand through his hair. Alex had been on the same math problem since he'd released them to do their work. Which problem? The first one of the lesson. And to make things worse, it was yesterday's lesson. She had twice the amount of work as Mitchie because Mitchie had started the day before, so Alex was a day behind.

"Nine," the girl defended. "And I still don't get it!"

"Mitchie gets it!" Justin gestured towards Mitchie, who was busy on her science questions, her math finished long ago.

"She's smart, though." Alex pouted and leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest.

"So are you!" Justin yelled. "You just don't try!"

Before Alex could even open her mouth for a retort, a ringing sound filled the entire room.

Justin pulled his phone from his pocket, smiling triumphantly. "See, Alex? People do like me."

"Five bucks says it's Mom," Alex said with a bored expression, pretty confident she'd be five dollars richer in about ten seconds.

Justin scowled at his sister then looked at the caller I.D. His expression hardened. Alex thought she was triumphant until Justin mumbled, "I'll take this in the hall," and dashed out the apartment door, into the complex's hallway.

"Wonder what that's about," Mitchie said, speaking to Alex for the first time since she'd offered Alex to move closer in order to share the math textbook.

"Don't care." Alex turned her head to smirk at the brunette, only to frown when she saw Mitchie hadn't even looked up from her work in order to talk to her. She sighed in frustration. For someone that had wanted to be her friend, she sure wasn't being too friendly.

"I have to go," Justin said, quickly entering the apartment again. "I got an emergency call from work. They need me to come in right away."

"But I still don't get this stuff, Justin!" Alex protested, gesturing to her untouched work.

"Sorry, Alex. I'll help you tonight if I can, but this is really important," Justin said, grabbing his keys off the table. "I just don't have time for mission impossible right now. I don't even have time to bring you home. So congratulations, you got your wish. You can take the subway home."

"But Justin!" Alex stood, ready to chase after her brother if she had to.

"I have to go!" He repeated, darting for the door and running out of the apartment.

The sound of the door slamming echoed throughout the room.

"Well, guess you lost five bucks," Mitchie said, breaking the silence.

"Guess so." Alex sighed and picked up her math notebook, flipping it closed and shoving it in her bag.

"You're leaving?" Mitchie questioned, daring to look at Alex's face. However, the girl didn't meet the singer's eye as she continued to shove other notebooks and folders into her bag.

"Might as well. Justin's not here to teach me how to do this crap." Frustration radiated from the tanned body of Alex Russo. "And he said that he'd teach me at home, but I don't have the books, so I don't know how he can. I'm just going to have to wait to do all the work until I get them. But that may be another week. And then I would have a week's worth of work to do. And my parents are going to be on my case about me doing it. Like I'm not in enough trouble! Not to mention, I have to go home and do a shift in the sub shop. But you know what, it's fine. Just fine!" She finished her angry rant by throwing her pencil into her bag, zipping it closed so fast she almost broke the zipper.

Mitchie digested the scene in front of her. It was clear that as much as Alex goofed around and pretended not to care, she actually did.

"Alex, I could help you with your work, if you want…"

Mitchie's offer hung in the air, both girls surprised by it. Alex was sure the girl hated her with the way she'd been hot and cold towards her all day. Mitchie was still cautious of Alex, not sure what to make of her. But she knew Alex needed help, and Mitchie had too good of a heart not to offer, even if the thought of continuing to be alone in the apartment with her terrified the living daylights out of the young singer.

"Really?" Alex asked quietly, turning to face the girl.

"Yeah, really." Mitchie nodded .

"But what about your work?" Alex asked. She really didn't want to be a bother. She knew Mitchie had work of her own to do.

"I have all night to do it." Mitchie waved off Alex's question. "You, on the other hand, have a job. So let me help you out. I know the material, and I have the books. Come on." She patted the seat Alex had previously been sitting in. "Have a seat. Let's get some work done."

Alex set her bag down again, unzipping it and pulling out her composition book. "Thanks," she said shyly, setting the composition on the table.

"You're welcome." Mitchie flashed her a smile.

It was the first time she'd really, truly smiled at Alex all day. This was a genuine smile, teeth and everything. When Alex saw it, her breathing almost stopped for the second time that day. Mitchie had the most gorgeous smile she'd ever seen. Those pearly whites helped to light up Mitchie's entire face.

Alex had the feeling Mitchie rarely smiled smiles like that, and she didn't give them to just anyone. No, she knew in her gut that Mitchie smiles were special. And she had been lucky enough to be on the receiving end of one.

So maybe, just maybe… Mitchie didn't hate her after all.

I intended this to be longer, but I thought the ending for this chapter was perfect, so I kept it as is. The beginning of next chapter is going to be the actual ending I had planned for this one.

But hey, aren't you happy they finally met?

Review it. NOW!...Please? ;)