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A/N: YAY for good moods from feeling good about how I did on my final and then partying on the river all day! :) I think this should be a very enjoyable, on the edge of your seat chapter. And you might just be left asking yourself lots of questions with no answers... yet! :) Enjoy, read, and review. Thanks again for all my fabulous reviewers! You are the only thing that inspires me!
Danielle had arrived, and her presence had most certainly been known to the whole camp. Everyone was really uneasy at the news Danielle had returned, evidently Shane and Mitchie weren't the only ones who despised Danielle either. The plan had been set into motion.
Shane walked down the pathway til she was in his line of vision, then turned back around and started walking the way he had come.
"Shanie!" He grimaced at the voice but also couldn't help but to smile as his plan for her to see him had worked.
He turned on his heels to see a bright face coming towards him smiling.
"Danielle!" Shane said pretending to be happy to see her but talking through his gritted toothy smile by accident. Just seeing her filled him with so much raged it was nearly impossible to completely fake nice
Danielle embraced him in a seductive hug and he forced himself not the stiffen his body at her cold touch, but rather hug her back to the best of his ability. She pulled back a bit and raised a hand to caress one of his cheeks while planting a kiss on his lips. He couldn't find the will however to kiss her back.
"I missed you, darling." She purred. "And I'm sooo sorry about that backstabbing bitch, Mitchie. I can't believe she'd do such a thing like submitting pictures to the Rags!" She claimed sounding completely insincere.
Shane's jaw tensed at her words of hate against Mitchie, but managed to stiffly reply, "Yeah, I'm sorry for the way I treated you when it was actually her who was up to no good." Shane did a mental eye roll at those false words escaping his lips. He hated this, but it would totally be worth it... He hoped.
"Don't think twice about it." Danielle smiled a tight closed mouth smile glaring up at him through half closed lids. Shane thought she looked stoned but guessed this was the 'seductive' look that had won him many-a-times before when he was still under her spell.
Shane knew this was his cue. He slipped an arm around her waist and looked at her. "Shall we adjourn to a quieter place?" He questioned.
"You read my mind." She said in a sexy voice which definitely inferred something.
He lead her down towards the lake to a candle lit dinner set for two on the dock.
"Oh, Shane!" She gushed. "You are amazing, you know!" She pulled him in and began kissing him, he kissed back less than enthusiastically, then like clock work...
"HELPPP!" Someone screeched. "HEl... PP. HE...ELPP!" Right on cue.
Then looked out to the lake to see arms spewing and a head bobbing in and out of the water yelling 'help' which was drown out by the frequently submersion of the head into the water.
"Holy crap!" Shane pretended to be freaked. "Someones drowning!"
"What timing..." Danielle said in an annoyed tone with a scoff.
Shane was angry that Danielle didn't even seem to care. She she on to them? Or was she really just that heartless?
"Quick! Get in that canoe, and row out, pull them in and bring them back to the dock!" Shane instructed.
Danielle was about to saying something, probably, 'Why can't you?' But Shane continued quickly, "I'll go get Uncle Brown and the emergency CPR/First Aid kit!"
Danielle huffed -Nope, It was defiantly the heartless thing- but she got in the canoe away, and started rowing, slowly, I might add.
Shane dashed towards camp and disappeared behind the trees.
Danielle had made it about have way out when she noticed she didn't hear yelling anymore, and also realized her feet felt damp. She looked down to see water flooding into the canoe, but she couldn't find the source of the leak; it seemed to be flooding in from everywhere.
The canoe started filling very quickly and sinking when she realized she didn't have a life jacket, not to mention this was totally going to ruin her gorgeous Manolo Blahnik black leather slingbacks.
"HELP!!" She started crying frantically. "HELP!!" She screamed hysterically climbing onto the bench of the canoe trying to get to higher ground. It was no use, she was going down.
She began to submerge as her cries grew even more frantic.
"HEL..PP!" She said beginning to have her head submerged. "HE..LL..PP! I.. CAA..NTT... SW..IMM!!" She called going under. Little did she know everyone was gathered in the woods laughing.
"Nice acting!" Mitchie high fived a soaked Caitlin who had been pretending to drown.
"SHIT!" Shane exclaimed.
"What?" Mitchie asked taking pride in seeing Danielle flip out. "Scared you're going to have to buy her new Manolo's?"
"Not as scared as I am that she's drowning!" Shane cried running towards the dock. "I don't see her anymore and I'm pretty sure the last thing I heard her say before she went under is 'I can't swim'!" Shane was in a panic, running and tearing off his shirt and shoes with Mitchie in tow before doing a perfect swan drive into the lake and racing out to where he had last seen her.
He reached the spot shortly. Not seeing her anywhere, he dove under water and continued his search.
No luck.
He came up for a breath and spotting an oar, he dove down in it's direction continuing his nerve racking search.
Everyone who was in the woods now stood on the dock holding their breath as Shane stayed under for what felt like an eternity. Finally he surfaced appearing to have had to luck, but then another head appeared - motionless.
Shane swam towards the dock with the body. Everyone stood shitting scared for what might happen.
He reached the dock and Nate and Jason ran forward to help remove the paled Danielle from the water and onto the deck. She looked as if the blood had been drained from her veins and the life sucked out of her. She laid peaceful, motionless, stiff.
"God!" Shane exclaimed panicked pulling himself from the water. "Caitlin! Go get Brown - tell him to call an ambulance and there has been a water incident. He'll know what to do! GO!" He screamed when she stood there stunned.
She turned quickly and ran towards the cabins, a sick look on her face of one who had just witnessed a terrible crime. Or worse: committed it.
Shane sat on the deck exhausted. "Does anyone know CPR?" He asked in a rushed voice. Everyone shook their head 'no'. All they could do was wait for Brown... and pray.
Mitchie fell into Shane's arms completely shaken up as she thought back to a few moments before and the present situation. She had no clue what was going to happen now but she knew it wasn't going to be good.
She sobbed into his arms as her rubbed her back, to comfort her. "Shhhh! Mitchie, baby, it's going to be okay, everything is going to be fine. Shhhh." He kissed her head, but the truth was, even he was having a hard time believing those words to even be remotely true.
"How do you know, Shane?!" Mitchie was hysterical and sobbing. "What if she dies, Shane?! HUH?! What then?! We go to jail. That's what! We might have murderedher Shane!" She buried her face back into his chest as she lifted her fist to pound it on his chest, but the strength had been drained from her and it fell lightly to him.
Shane stroked her head. "Mitchie, we didn't kill her. She's going to be okay..." Shane tried to assure her, but as he looked at the lifeless body, he seriously doubted things to be okay.
His mind raced from her words. Murder. He didn't mean to. It wasn't his intention. He didn't know this would happen. How could he have known she couldn't swim? But the word stuck.
Even though he went through a million reasons why it wasn't his fault she could be dead he could help but think that it was his fault, his plan, his actions that had them in this mess.
Could Shane Grey: Rock star soon be deemed Shane Grey: Murderer?
Only time would reveal his fate.
OHHHHH! They did it now! Will help arrive in time? And if it doesn't...? REVIEWS PLEASE!
