Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock or any of the characters except Danielle and the limo driver, Pierre. :P

A/N: Okay, sorry I haven't written in a while. I've just been so tired and I thought why write something that won't be worth anyone's time? Anyway... I had to re-read my last chapter because I kinda forgot what happened and I'm actually extremely proud of that chapter! :) So someone was asking... Why did Mitchie have to do something so stupid? The answer is very simplistic, really and is best answered with another question... Don't you want this story to stay interesting? Seriously, though, what kind of author would I be to make everything happy go lucky? Teenagers (and yes, I know I am one) are typically dumb asses and act before they think things through. So enjoy this chapter... and if you thought Danielle was all sweet now, I'm sure that last chapter through you for a twist! Love ya! Keep those reviews comin'!

Mitchie walked out of her cabin, after cleaning up a bit as to not have people notice she was crying. She slipped her hand into her over-sized pocket on one side of her dress to ensure the pictures she put in there were secure while walking back to meet up with Shane with whom she walked to her first class with, since he was the instructor.

Mitchie spotted Shane, her heart speed up and her palms moistened a little bit in anticipation. She had brought the photos as Caitlin had instructed to do explaining that it's best he hears or rather sees it from her first than find out in some trashy magazine. Maybe he could help stop it too.

Shane looked at her and smiled but that smile soon was replaced with a frown and a puzzled look when he saw the expression on Mitchie's face. It looked like she was walking to her death.

"You alright, Mitch?" Shane questioned.

"Uh, yeah.." Mitchie responded in a tone that wasn't really fooling anyone.

Shane grabbed her hand and started swinging it playfully to lighten the mood as they walked towards the cabin in which their class took place. "Soooo. What did Caitlin want?" He said as if he wasn't really that interested.

"Boy problems." Mitchie halfway lied. He didn't need to know the full details, did he?

"Oh," Shane said, "her and Nate?" He guessed.

Mitchie tensed a little, kind of mad that he had decided to press on with the topic. "Um, I don't really think I should talk about what she said." Mitchie replied. "It's kinda personal..." She added a little ironically since it really involved Shane.

"Oh, okay. Well, no big deal then.." Shane shrugged it off. This was the first time Mitchie had ever pretty much told him she didn't feel comfortable talking to him about something. She had always talked things through with him.

They arrived and Shane opened the door and bowed to her, "My, lady." He joked doing a hand gesture to present the room.

"Well thank you, kind sir!" Mitchie gushed before breaking out laughing. "And I though chivalry was dead!" She laughed.

"Oh, not as dead as you're gunna be when I catch you for laughing at me!" Shane called out as Mitchie ran from him.

"Ahhh!" Mitchie yelled in mock terror. "Save me from the big, bad, Shane!" She laughed dodging him.

"Get back here or I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow the cabin down with you in it!" Shane joked back.

He chased her around, before catching her by the waist and spinning her in the air.

"Now you're gunna be sorry!" Shane warned. "Hmmm.. what should your punishment be?" He pondered aloud, still holding her close to him.

"Oh, please!" Mitchie cried, "Like you're really going to do anything to me!" She scoffed jokingly.

"Well, I might just do this!" Shane said burying his face in her neck and sucking on it.

"Please, Shane!" Mitchie said pretending to beg as a joke. "I promise I'll never do that again! This is the worest punishment ever! How could you?!" Mitchie said sarcastically.

"Fine..." Shane said thinking. "Then how is this for punishment?" He cried tickeling her sides and not letting her escape.

Mitchie laughed hysterically, "Please... Shane... stopped!" She yelled in between laughing fits. "My... sides...hurt!" She cried as tears appeared in her eyes from laughing.

"Never!" Shane proclaimed tackling her to the ground as she tried to get away, tickling her the whole way down.

The pictures flew out of Mitchie front pocket and scattered across the floor.

Shane stop tickeling her and starting picking up the closest picture, which was face down. "Well what have we here, Miss Torres?" Shane said still smiling.

"Shane... Don't..." Mitchie started but Shane already was flipping the picture.

A look of shock, horror, and hurt came across his face as his smile faded.

"Mitchie... what the heel are these?" Shane asked with an edge fighting into his voice as he sat up off of her.

"Shane... I think you should know something..." Mitchie said reluctantly. She had no choice now, but hey, he could be understanding... or hate her forever...

EEKKK! I'd hate to be Mitchie right now! Reviews please! Sorry it's so short!