Inevitable? Chapter 5: Whats the deal with this Jason guy?, a camp rock fanfic

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Mitchie's POV:

Nate and I had been at the mall for quite a while now, and it was safe to say that he had purchased far more than I had. I sat outside the changing room of yet another shop he had dragged me into, as the changing room door opened revealing him in a navy pair of tight fitting jeans, a simple white v neck and a brown leather jacket. Now don't get the wrong idea or anything but, damn he looked good. And when I say good I mean 'jaw-droppingly' good. Good looks were certainly in the family.

"So...?"He said, interrupting my thoughts. He did a twirl "What do you think?"

"Good, I like it" was all i managed to get out,

"Only good? Not 'Gah Nate you're so god damn sexy'?" he replied, trying to imitate my voice, yet deadly serious

I laughed "Calm down Mr Ego. Okay so you look slightly se-"

"HA! You admit it, you think I'm sexy..."he smiled triumphantly and did a little dance, whilst I felt my cheeks turning a bright shade of red.

"And there was me thinking that you were mature"

He rested his hands on his hips "I'll have you know that I am very mature for my age, but that doesn't excuse me from pointing out the obvious"

I simply stuck out my tongue at him "Are you going to buy it then or are you just going to stand there till the store closes?"

"Hmm...The thought of standing here for another three hours is tempting, but I'll buy it, just to please you "He turned around to go back into the changing room. As I heard the lock click i raised my voice slightly

"And why would it please me if you brought the jeans or not?"

"Because you like staring at my ass."

"Jerk"

After hours of endless spending, and with now empty bank accounts, Nate and I made our way back to the car.

"Thanks Nate"

He raised an eyebrow, not understanding why I had suddenly began to thank him "What for?"

"For today, I had fun. I've been feeling pretty lonely since Shane and Jake left, and well you know as well as I do, I'm not the most popular girl around." It was true, today was the most fun I'd had in a while, Nate had every quality a good friend should have, he's; kind, funny, well-mannered and knows how to put me at ease.

"No problem. Besides I had a lot of fun as well. Who knew Mitchie Torres was this fun to hang out with?" He smiled, as he opened the passenger door for me yet again,

"Oi! I'll have you know I'm great company and a comical genius"

"Of course you are" he agreed, but I knew as well as he did he was being sarcastic, a trait that both him and Shane trait overuse on a daily basis. "But honestly, it was good to go out with someone rather than my circle of friends, don't get me wrong they're great. But my gosh, they are boring." I laughed "Plus I kinda miss Shane too, but don't tell him that because I'd have to kill you and that's not good for either of us"

Shane and Nate had always been close; I mean how could you not be, sharing a room for most of their lives, going to the same schools and summer camps. Of course they had their arguments, all siblings do, but after their amusing squabbles they always hug and make up.

"My lips are sealed."

Shanes POV:

I let out a frustrated moan as I rolled over on to my side, glancing at the digital clock besides me, telling me it was time to get up and get ready for class. I was quite lucky with my timetable, most days I didn't have classes till midday and even then I'd be out of class by four, but not on a Monday. Oh no, Monday was a full day with classes starting at eight am sharp. Who ever thought of that is not in my good books.

I pulled myself out of bed and stumbled towards the mirror, rubbing my eyes before I took a look at my appearance. Not pretty. My hair was going in all directions and my eyes had grey bags underneath them from my obvious lack of sleep. Even two days on I can't seem to shake the sense of disappointment off. Instead I've been a self pitying mess who has practically ignored everyone, including my family. Everyone besides Jake, and even then it was only a "yeah" or a grunt indicating that I was listening to his constant rambling about how amazing Caitlyn is.

"Thank god for straightners "I muttered to myself as I began to effortlessly straighten my bed hair.

I walked into my first class of Vocal lessons just as the bell rang, as I sat myself down on the only available seat. After pulling out a notebook and pen I looked to my right to see some guy staring at me whilst chewing the end of this pen lid. He had short curling hair and wore a tight grey tee and a black waistcoat accompanied by a pair of black jeans. And he had his left eyebrow pierced along with his left ear. I looked away almost immediately, feeling slightly uncomfortable with the looks I was getting.

"Hiyaa, I'm Jason" The guy outstretched his arm so much he was almost poking me. I turned around and hesitantly shook it.

"Shane."

"Ohhhh love the name, a striking name for a striking young man"

I raised my eyebrow slightly as he winked at me before returning my gaze firmly to the front of the class, still feeling his glares burn in the side of my head.

Just then a woman, in her early thirties waltzed into the room, placing her bag on the desk

"Okay guys and girls! Welcome to vocal class, I'm Miss Hughes, but just call me Sasha" she rubbed her hands together whilst quickly inspecting myself and the other students around the class room.

"Right we'll be all know the objective of this class, hopefully, and that is to create you into singing sensations...So to begin with, I want to see what sort of talent I have within these four walls, then I'll be setting you all a project to do for the first few weeks, okay? So who wants to go first... you?"

She pointed directly to me, Oh great. I had no idea what song to sing, and I had no guitar. This was going to suck "Me?" I asked hoping that maybe she had picked that Jason guy instead

"Yes you" she smiled

I stood up apprehensively as I made my way towards the front of the class "I need a guitar" as soon as those words left my mouth, Jason came hurtling towards the front with his guitar

"Here use mine, I don't mind. Not at all" He winked again before returning to his seat

I winced "Cheers."

I sat down on the stool, racking my brain for a song to sing, then it hit me, Mitchie said she loved the song I wrote for my last music project, I'll use that. I began to strum lightly on the guitar as I sung

Going back to the corner where I first saw you,
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move,
Got some words on cardboard got your picture in my hand,
Saying if you see this girl can you tell her where I am,
Some try to hand me money they don't understand,
I'm not...broke I'm just a broken hearted man,
I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do,
How can I move on when I'm still in love with you...

Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet,
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.

So I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.

Policeman says son you can't stay here,
I said there's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year,
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows,
If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go.

So I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.

I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.

People talk about the guy
Who's waiting on a girl...
Oohoohwoo
There are no holes in his shoes
But a big hole in his world...
Hmmmm

and maybe I'll get famous as man who can't be moved,
And maybe you won't mean to but you'll see me on the news,
And you'll come running to the corner...
Cos you'll know it's just for you

I'm the man who can't be moved
I'm the man who can't be moved...

So I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.

I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.

Going back to the corner where I first saw you,
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag not I'm not gonna move.

As I finished a large round of applause filled the room, I glanced over to Sasha who had a beaming smile upon her face. I must have done alright.

"Did you write that?" she asked sounding completely dumbfounded

I nodded meekly "Yeah"

"Well that was...amazing, wow aren't you just a triple threat!"

What did she mean triple threat? "Triple threat?"

"Yeah. The voice, the song writing ability, and the looks...I'll be keeping my eye on you"

After the rest of the class had sung, including Jason's unique rendition of "It's raining men" Sasha set us a project to complete over the next month.

"Okay so in pairs I want you to write a song and compose the music for it. It can be about whatever you like; love song, break-up song, make-up song, I don't mind! But it better be good, this will account for 35% of this semesters grade"

I looked around as the volume picked up; everyone seemed pretty physked about it

"Now all I have to do is pair you up... Okay James you'll be going with Laura, Ben with Mikey, Shane with...."

"Oh, me! Please!" Jason called out rather enthusiastically. I mentally crossed my fingers, hoping Sasha would say no.

"Hey what the heck?! Shane with Jason..."

Oh great, just great. This is going to be interesting...

Mitchie POV

So its begun, the process where I slowly but surely disappear from Shane's life. Why am I saying this you ask? He hasn't called me since Saturday morning, where he hung up on me, now its Monday night and I haven't received a text, call, not even a missed call.

And why should I always be the one to make the first move? I did last time, and what did I get in return, an awkward conversation and the dialling tone.

It was eating me up, I miss him, I miss our chats, his smile, his persistence of straightening his hair everyday even though his naturally curly hair suited him just the same.

Sure Nate was a good substitute, and was quickly turning into a decent friend, but he was no Shane, not even close. Talking about Nate, I turn to my side as I looked at him with his eyes glued on the television screen totally addicted to the film we were watching- Saw V. Which I can safely say is one of the most revolting films ever made, honestly what sort of person comes up with this stuff?! Certainly not the mentally stable.

I tried my best to avoid watching it, some more decapitation and certain I was going to hurl. I simply glanced down at my phone as I shifted it from hand to hand. Just then my phone began to vibrate viciously, speak of the devil

I answered it, waiting for him to greet me first, as I said why should I make the first move?

"Hello? Mitchie you there?"

"Yeah, hi." Okay so that may have come out slightly more bluntly and icy then I had wanted but at least he knew I was pissed at him.

"Are you okay?" he sounded slightly concerned. Oh how nice of him. Sarcasm.

"I'm fine"

"Good. Are you sure you're okay? Have you done anything interesting this weekend?" I knew he was trying hard to get me to talk, to say something that consisted of more than two words.

"Actually yeah, I went to the mall with Nate on Saturday-"

"With Nate?" He asked curiously

"Yeah, was a lot of fun, don't think I've laughed that much in a long time" I was mentally slapping myself, I know I wanted to make Shane guilty for ignoring me for days but I didn't mean to come across so...out of character "And now he's beside me watching some gruesome film...You must have been busy too, seeming as you disappeared off the face of the earth."

"Oh" was all he said. he sounded sad, and slightly jealous? Why would he be jealous? "I'm sorry I hung up on you, I've just had a lot on" His tone dropped, sounding slightly depressed

"That's no reason to hang up on me so abruptly "I defended myself, whilst trying to get him to elaborate "Why did you?"

"It's nothing ...I'm sorry, As I've said I've had a lot on, you know what it's like, homework, projects, that sort of stuff"

I wasn't convinced, that wasn't a viable reason for hanging up on someone mid-way through a conversation with your supposed best friend.

I stood up and moved into the hallway not wanting to disturb Nate "It just doesn't add up Shane, I ask you how this party of yours was and you just hang up on me, You don't call back, or text. And you leave it to now to speak to me and act like everything's okay."

"But everything is okay with us right?"

"You tell me Shane, I've made several attempts of calling and messaging you and you've made hardly any. You promised me we'd be in contact all the time and I knew that us growing apart was a strong possibility I just thought it wouldn't happen this soon. Less than two weeks and you're already forgetting who I am!"

"Mitchie! That's not true"

"Look Shane, I'm with a friend right now, and I'm not going to carry on arguing with you, just think about your priorities and when you've figured some things out then call me, cos you're all over the place" I pulled the phone away from my ear and pressed the end call button, it was his turn to hear the dialling tone.

I felt a tear run down my cheek, I quickly wiped it away before plastering a sweet smile across my face as I walked back into the room, to see Nate glued to the TV screen.

So guys what did you think? I've got so many idea's for this fic, its untrue! As I said in the summary there are several obstacles facing smitchie, just wait and see. Suggestions? REVIEW PLEASE, IT REALLY MEANS ALOT!

Next Chapter:

Shane and Nate Talk

Jason's following Shane

And Shane hears something he really wishes he didn't