Summary: Camp Rock wants to bring a challenge.

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The morning somehow hit Tess like a train. Her hair, one of her priorities, could've been WAY better. It was tangled and needed a good wash. She knew she didn't have that much time until breakfast was served in the dining hall, but did she even know the time? She struggled to find her iPod until someone opened her door. It was Luke, who was wearing a black tank top and pajama pants.

"Good morning, Tess."

"Good morning..."

"You know breakfast soon, right?"

"...What time is it again?"

"Seven."

"So I only have an hour to wash my hair?! Frick..."

Tess jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, pushing Luke aside. She went inside and closed the door, forgetting that she didn't have any clothes with her.

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After a struggle, Tess was finally ready. She was applying lip gloss when Luke opened her door, quietly walking up behind her. He jokingly scared her, making her scream.

"AH!"

"It's just me, Tess."

"Don't scare me like that!"

"Anyway, you look pretty."

Luke's smile never failed to give Tess butterflies. Once she looked at him, she knew he was becoming more than just a roomie or performance partner.

"...Oh. Thank you, Luke. And when's breakfast again?"

"Eight. And by the way, those jeans fit you so well."

The blonde's face flushed once she received that compliment. It was simple as shit, but she could tell the sexual undertones beneath it.

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Tess felt all eyes on her. She was the newest addition to Camp Star, the daughter of T.J. Tyler, and was talented and beautiful. Once she had breakfast, she went over to where Luke was and sat with him.

"That's all you got?"

"Mhm. I have the weirdest appetite right now..."

"Just fruit and no toast, interesting."

"Just how I like it when it's hot."

Tess unbuttoned her tank top a little, trying to cool down from the heat. She put her hair up in a ponytail before she ate, making Luke's face sizzle like a damn mad man. He didn't expect to be staring at Tess like this, it was too early for allat anyway. She noticed it though, and tried to ignore the look but not by much.

"Did you just watch me eat?!"

"...Nope. I'm not a creep, Tess."

She stored her tray away and returned to the table, only to be met with Luke's precious eyes.

"...Why do you keep staring at me?"

"Because you're attractive to me. You're beautiful too, Tess, and I hope you know that."

She couldn't believe what she just heard. She's been complimented a million times, no doubt about that. But if the compliments come from someone who genuinely means them, then it's different. Completely different. Tess' mouth formed a sincere smile, shining brightly in Luke's eyes. Then, Dana Turner walked right to him.

"Luke, who's this?"

"The newest addition to Camp Star. Dana, this is Tess Tyler, daughter of T.J. Tyler."

"You're her?"

"Yep. Are you Dana? Dana Turner? Axel's daughter?"

"...How did you know?"

"...Someone told me."

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Breakfast was over, and everyone was heading to where they needed to be. Since Dana was in the mists of writing songs, there weren't any big rehearsals. So that meant that Tess and Luke could chill out for now.

"Tess."

"Hm?"

"Whatcha doin' today? You got a free schedule?"

"No. I have to unpack, remember?"

"Oh yeah, forgot about that. Can I help you then?"

"...Sure."

And after a nice walk, they were back at the cabin. They went straight to Tess's room and started the difficult journey of unpacking. Luke knew she would be direct about where her stuff should be, so it didn't come as a surprise when she ordered him around with her clothes.

"Where do I put this?"

Tess looked back, unknowing of how her ass was in a perfect position for Luke's eyes. It was slightly plump, and round—it was everything Luke ever wanted. Yeah, other girls probably have more than Tess does, but he doesn't give a fuck.

"You can put it there—ARE YOU STARING AT MY BUTT?!"

Tess turned around, not liking what Luke was doing behind her back.

"...No."

"Luke, don't lie to me. It's obvious."

"If it's obvious, then why are you implying I should tell the truth?"

"...Because I—"

Luke inched closer to Tess, pinning her against a wall she happened to bump into. Her heartbeat increased, pumping out of her chest for a moment.

"Because what?"

"Why're you—"

Her door opened, prompting Tess and Luke to separate from each other, acting as if nothing had happened between them.

"...Put my nightgown in the drawer."

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After a long conversation with Dana and more unpacking later, the two were relaxing in their selective spaces. Tess was taking a nap, and Luke was reading. His stomach rumbled, putting his reading on hold temporarily.

"Jeez, don't I need a snack..."

Luke slipped his bookmark between the pages before closing it, then rushed out for a snack. He realized lunch was soon, so he ran to the cabin to wake Tess up.

"Tess."

"...What?"

"Lunch."

"Already?"

"Mhm. So hurry up and get ready. We gotta be there early to get the best stuff, y'know."

Due to her groggy state, Tess struggled with putting her shoes on. And being the gentleman he is, Luke took over and gave her some help. And after a while, as Tess and Luke walked to the amphitheater for rehearsals, they were met with Dana.

"Hey, lovebirds!"

"We're not a couple, Dana."

"You two would look cute though."

"No, we wouldn't. I would never—"

"Never what?"

"...Nevermind."

The day kept moving at a nice pace after lunch. Tess and Luke were about to head on stage after some vocal lessons to rehearse. As they walked together, they were met with some intruders from Camp Rock. They stomped to the stage, showing off a very synchronized dance.

"This is a closed practice. What're you doing here?"

"To talk with you guys from Camp Star. See, you guys didn't really give us a chance to answer back the other night. But guess what? That's gonna change. Camp Rock versus Camp Star: The Final Jam."

"Whatchu tryna say, Mitchie?"

"We challenge you guys to the final jam. Whoever wins gets to stay, while the loser has to close down and leave. What do you guys think about that?"

"We shouldn't do that. I mean, we already know who's going to win that."

"You must mean Camp Rock, Tess."

"Why would I root for you guys anymore? Camp Star has everything I need to shine, unlike you guys."

"We have everything you guys have, if not more."

A big argument between Camp Star and Camp Rock until they heard someone come in, no one other than Axel. He heard all of the commotion when he was on his way here, insisting that they were too loud.

"That is a fantastic idea. Truly, I'm impressed. A little healthy competition is exactly what we need. A champion always needs a good sparring partner. But you really think that you can, uh, take my guys on head-to-head?"

"Anytime, any place."

"Maybe, we can use our amphitheater? I'm sure you Camp Rockers don't know how to use it since you're stuck with that mess of a stage but, I'm sure we can show you."

"It doesn't matter where it's held. We just know that Camp Rock is gonna blow you guys away."

"I'm sure an audience would be a better judge of that."

"Bring it on! You can pack it with anybody you want."

"Well, how about a worldwide audience? What if we put this little competition on TV? Have the public decided who's really the best?"

"TV? We'd really get to be on TV?"

Mitchie looked at everyone, now feeling hesitant.

"Uh, guys, I don't really know about this."

"Not such a big talker now, are you?"

"Luke!"

"But that would be so cool!"

"The whole world would see us!"

"...You're on."

"Deal."