Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock, Shane Gray, or Mitchie Torres (unfortunately) but I do own Kyle (also much to my dismay)

A/N: Ok so I got two reviews on chapter 1 (thanks to DiSnEyGiRl96 & Angielala) I need more on chapter two!!! I know for a fact that there are more than 2 people who have read this…so R&R people! Now…on with the story

Chapter Two: He Almost Knows Too Much

Today is August 14th…the day before Shane's birthday. Am I excited for the party? Of course! What teenage girl wouldn't be excited for her best friend's birthday party?! So why do I feel like crap?

My current mood: sullen…is probably a result of Kyle's latest endearments.

Earlier tonight, when we were hanging out, I asked him to come to Shane's party with me. It was mostly to be polite, but also I figured that maybe around Shane he wouldn't be such an ass. The conversation went a little something like this:

"So, Kyle….."

"What do you want?!" he sounded pissed off, just because I was talking…douche.

"I was just wondering…well I just wanted to know if…if you would want to go to Shane's party with me tomorrow night?" wow, did I really sound that pitiful around him?

When I talk to Kyle now, I sound like a lost little puppy that's afraid of being kicked…well, can you blame me? So he said…

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! Why the hell would I want to go to that fag's party?"

That was it. He could put me down and call me a bitch, but he was not going to talk about my friend like he was nothing.

"You know what Kyle?!" I stopped…I couldn't do it, I couldn't stand up to him. He was so strong, and who knows how he would react.

"WHAT? You got something to say, MITCHIE!?" His face turned bright red…I almost thought I could see steam coming out of his ears. I had to get out before he did anything serious.

"You know what, Kyle…I'm fine. I just remembered that I have to be home early tonight. My mom needs me to help out with some stuff; she has a big event she's catering this weekend." I nervously picked up my jacket and purse, hitting Shane's emergency speed dial button through my purse.

Shane and I had come up with a plan: if I thought Kyle might get physical, or if I was scared, I would hit the button and he would just listen…see if I needed help.

So when Kyle grabbed my arm, spun me around, and aggressively smashed his mouth on mine, Shane answered his phone.

"Get off of me!" I screamed.

"Come on, baby. I know you love me." Kyle sneered.

"No, Kyle. Not right now, I told you I have to go home!" I was scared as his grip on my arm tightened and I could feel the circulation slowing down in my hand.

The whole time, Shane had been listening to the interaction on the phone…though he had already gotten in the car by the time he picked up. Soon I heard the car door shut outside, Kyle didn't because he was too busy trying to rip off my shirt which can prove to be difficult when he's being kicked in the shins.

Just seconds later, the door burst open and a very protective, royally pissed off Shane stormed in.

"The woman said NO, Flemming!" God, I love it when he does that…he's like my knight in shining armor*sigh* ….Wait! Did I just think that?!? Shane is just my friend, like a brother right? Of course, I've known him since pre-school so why would I like him?

Snap out of it Torres! You know that you don't like Shane! You have never felt like that about him, he is your best friend and nothing else!

I look over and see Shane and Kyle beating the crap out of each other and I snap out of my train of thought.

"GUYS, STOP!!! Kyle stop hitting him!!" I watch as Kyle hits him with a right hook as he pins him down to the floor. Usually Shane can hold his own…as long as they don't get him to the floor. I mean, the guy has muscles…and not just muscles but muscles! His biceps are huge! But Kyle is big…he has muscles everywhere. His muscles have muscles!

"Mitchie, stay out of this! Just go out to the car!" I could hear the concern in Shane's voice, of course he wasn't worried about himself….when was he?

"Yeah, gotta teach lover-boy a lesson." Kyle grunted out between punches.

I could tell Shane was losing strength…sooner or later he would have to just give up.

After a few more minutes the fighting died down, and the always-proud Shane stood up and walked over to me. He reached out and tucked my hair behind my ear, his forehead against mine.

"Are you okay, Mitch?" He looked frightened, but I knew better…it was all for me, he was always looking out for me.

"Yeah" I lied. "I'm fine, can you just take me home?"

He stood up straight. "Yeah, of course. You need to get some rest." He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and led me outside to his car.

On the way home it was mostly silent, with the only sound being the Radiohead CD I had given him for his last birthday. Shane knew when I didn't want to talk, he could just sense it…which I mentally thanked him for. But then he also knew when something was wrong, and if something was wrong he might not pay attention to my need for silence.

"Mitchie…what's wrong?" He sounded so sad…it crushed me.

"Nothing…" I lied again. How could I tell him? He can't know about what I've started, it's already become an addiction…and it's only been a day or so.

"Micthie, don't lie to me. Something's up…you haven't been yourself lately. You're usually happy and lately you seem…….de-

"Depressed?" I finished, cutting him off. I knew I was, I could feel it, but I didn't want Shane to know. He doesn't need to carry this, it's my burden.

"Yeah…" he trailed off, not knowing what to say, I guessed. "We're here."

I looked up to see that we were sitting on the curb outside my house. I didn't move, I just stared at the door…looking at my house from a new perspective. I didn't even feel like I lived here anymore, it looked like someone else's house.

"Are you going to be ok here alone? Or do you want me to stay with you for a while? I don't want anything to happen to you…" Shane broke my trance.

"No, Shane. I'll be fine, don't worry about me…you do that way too much. If I need anything, I promise to call you okay?" I just needed to convince him that I would be fine so I could get to the bathroom.

"Okay…"he still sounded wary. "I love you, Mitch."

"I love you too, Shane…bye….I'll be fine! I promise, now go home."

He looked at me with a serious expression before he drove away, it seemed almost like he knew…like he knew about the razor blade hidden in the back of my medicine cabinet…like he knew about the slashes in my legs…like he knew about the wash cloth in the washing machine that had once been dyed red with blood…and like he knew that he was the only person with the power to keep me from taking it too far.