-MITCHIES POINT OF VIEW-

"Hush, hush!" I demanded in a strong whisper. I heard footsteps coming from outside, who was it, a crazy fan dying to catch a single look at Connect Three in their natural habitats, or perhaps counselors telling us to shut the heck up?

"Mitch," Shane called to me, "Over here." He was looking out a window, spying on two figures.

"Who is it!?" Jason asked in a whisper.

We couldn't see who it was. It was a boy and a girl, we knew that for sure, it was dark out so we only saw dark shadows, maybe we should be snooping.

"He just kissed that girl!" Shane laughed, looking out at the two.

As Shane said that I heard two voices. "Shit." They said at the same time.

"Nate!?" Jason yelled, he was confused but still laughing.

The male figure gave a small wave, shaking his head in embarrassment.

It got silent, the two were whispering different things to each other and suddenly the girl ran off. It was Miley.

Nate came into the cabin, knowing he'd start to get hounded by questions.

"Who was she?" Jason asked.

"Why didn't she come in and say hi?" Shane spat out.

I laughed, "Where's Miley?"

Nate looked at the three of us and crossed his arms. "No one, because you're insane, and she left for her cabin before I got back."

I noticed Nate didn't want anyone to know it was Miley, or maybe Miley didn't want anyone to know she was kissing Nate.

"I've got to go…" I lied, I needed to see Miley right away. I grabbed Nate's arm, dragging him out with me, "I think you dropped something when you ran in."

He said something like, "no I didn't", but stopped because he knew I wanted to talk.

"Why does Miley not want us to know you kissed her?" I asked him as we got outside.

Nate shrugged, shaking his head. "No clue, she just said make sure nobody finds out."

I nodded slowly; maybe it had something to do with when she got in trouble. "I'm going to talk to her, okay?"

Nate nodded, "Do me a favor, tell her to meet me at the stage at twelve tonight." He smiled, I couldn't say no. Though, I wanted to. They would get in so much trouble if they got caught.

"Fine," I told him as I ran off to my cabin, seeing Miley "asleep".

"Miley!" I yelled happily, turning on the lights dancing around the room to no beat in particular.

She leaned up from her "slumber" sighing. "Oh, Mitchie, hi."

I crossed my arms, "Give me all the details, why are you acting like Nate Grey DIDN'T kiss you?"

"Me and Nate?" She laughed, shaking her head. "Why would you think-"

I cut her off to save her the trouble of lying, "He told me to tell you to meet him at the stage twelve tonight. I know you two kissed, but no one else does. I'm saving you the trouble, so give me the details now!"

After a few more minutes of me pressuring her into telling me everything what happened, she decided to tell me what happened with her and Nate tonight.

"He just showed me around, we talked a little bit and we watched the sunset from the stage, looking over the lake." Miley smiled, thinking about her night I bet. "When we were walking back, he was telling me how he wishes more girls were like me, how I'm modest and real unlike most of the girls here. He said that he has a crush on me, and asked if it would be alright if he kissed me. I told him I wouldn't mind, and then he did. But you, Jason, and SHANE ruined it."

I giggled to myself, "Why didn't you want anyone to know?"

"Because," Miley sighed, "I don't know about this camp. Are their paparazzi and people like that here? I can't be seen with another famous person, not even as friends. My father would freak, and I'd be ruined."

I understood her. She wasn't like a lot of people I knew from camp. Everyone wanted the chance to get in the media, and now she's just worrying about staying out of it. "Why were you in the media so much before? I've seen you a few times but that's about it."

"Jake Ryan is a jack ass, end of story." She told more with a serious look.

I couldn't help but laugh, he seemed to be conceited and unkind, I guess he's a jack ass, too!

"But, I have one last question, what happened at the party?"

-MILEYS POINT OF VIEW-

Dammit, the party. I guess I could trust her, to me she seemed like the Grey's Lilly and Oliver. They trust her with everything.

"Well, it was some stupid party, me and my best friends went like I told you. I don't remember much…but I remember taking a few drinks from a guy. He was flirting with me, and I just couldn't resist. Every time I finished a drink he came back with another. I'd take them all. By that time, Lilly and Oliver were both trashed and with each other doing something. The guy, the one I took the drinks from gave me another drink, I think he put something in it, but I still took it…"

At this time, it was all coming back to me, tears started to form around my eyes.

"Oh, Miley," Mitchie sighed, "You can stop, I don't need to know."

I shook my head at her. I already started, I was going to finish, I needed to talk to someone.

"He lead me into a room, I said no over and over but he promised it would be okay. He put me on the bed and as soon as he did he was on top of me. He kissed me, then my neck, then my chest. His lips got lower and lower, I knew what he was doing, I tried fighting him off but I wasn't strong enough. The last thing I remembered was him taking off his own shirt."

Mitchie was speechless, she shook her head, laying down on her bed just staring at the top of her bunk. "Why did your dad get mad at you?"

I laughed, "My dad doesn't know about the whole rape thing…just me waking up half naked and hung over at some strangers house."

"You're taking this so lightly," Mitchie shook her head, "Wouldn't you be more worried?!"

I was worried, worried that it would happen to someone else, but I stayed strong. "No, he used protection…" I remembered hearing wrappers crumble.

"And, you're okay now?" She asked.

I nodded with a smile, even though I wasn't.