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Chapter Eight:

Shane's POV:

"Let's go guys." I told Nate, Jason and Big Rob, I ran my hand through my head. I would have to see the girl, Mitchie, at a later time. The name Mitchie was kind of boyish, but I liked it, I assume it was a nickname. But one can never be sure. Nate had told me her name, he was talking to her friend Caitlyn who, you could tell, he likes. Note to self: Annoy Nate about Caitlyn later.

"Alright." Jason stood from his seat and Nate, who was already standing, walked over as Big Rob came, and we were ready to leave.

"Wait! Shane! Shane!" The guys and I looked back just in time to see a pretty brunette running to us. Who was this chick? Calling me Shane as if I knew her, but I did, my mind quickly flashed back to this producer girl from Camp Rock. She was good. Was this her? I looked to Nate to see if his face showed any recognition. A smile spread across his lips. I smirked, this must be Caitlyn.

"Hey, Caitlyn." I found myself saying once she had caught up.

Her face showed confusion. "Um...hi."

Awkward...

"Mitchie, my friend you ran over and put in the hospital, wants to see you."

"Me?" She wants to see me...? Must be a fan, hey, maybe she wont sue.

"Surprised?" she challenged me, folding her arms over her chest.

"Very."

"Well...go see her. You owe her that much."

I knew I did, but I didn't want to admit that to Caitlyn who clearly didn't like me. It was a change from all the girls that screamed and tried to sneak into my hotel room. I respected that, I respect her. But I wouldn't back down from her challenge. "Do I, she should've been watching where she was going?"

"Dude!" Nate said, and I turned towards him. I shrugged. I knew I shouldn't have said that by the pained look on Caitlyn's face and what my heart was telling me.

Caitlyn gave me a murderous glare. "Are you saying it was her fault?"

That was exactly what I was saying, but that was a complete 180 from how I really felt. But hadn't really shown people the real side of me lately...why start now? "Did it sound like I was saying that?"

She nodded, pushing her lips together in rage as her eyes, if possible, glared even harder.

"Then why did you ask such a pointless question?" I am an idiot and what I least expected happened. She slapped me. Hard...Ouch. I held the side of my face.

Where the fuck was Big Rob?

She looked a little shocked at her actions, but quickly smirked before turning back around and walking over to Mitchie's room.

I looked to Nate, Jason and Big Rob. Rob was looking away, I knew he seen the whole thing though, he probably thought I deserved it, and I knew I did. I was actually kind of glad she slapped me in a way, because if someone had said that about my friend, I would've punched him. Jason's mouth was slightly opened and Nate was completely looking at me, full of dislike and disgust.

And I felt that too...dislike and disgust. Both of our dislike and disgust was targeted for the same person – me. And it sucked, so bad. I would never be able to fix this.

God...please, help me.

Caitlyn's POV:

"I'm sorry Mitchie." I said, walking into her room. She looked at me and looked relived to see Shane wasn't here. "He was...gone, before I could tell him." I didn't want to tell her what a jerk Shane was. He is the rudest person ever! EVER! What he said was uncalled for. I so hope Mitchie sue his ass. Straight to hell for him.

She nodded. "I'm kind of glad." She admitted, breathing out air.

"Are you?" I thought she wanted to meet him.

"Yeah, I mean, it'd be cool to meet him. But, he's a popstar and I'm just...me."

"Please, you're a way better singer than him."

"All I've sang was a verse for you, Caitlyn."

"And we'll spend more time for the cont--." My eyes widened suddenly.

"What?"

The contest...they were in town for the contest, they had to be...why else right? "I think they're the guest judges at the contest."

"Oh great, the judges hates us. We're surely going to win." She replied with a hint of sarcasm. Mitchie Torres never seems to surprise me.

"Nah, I'm sure two of them will play fair." Nate seemed like a pretty nice and good guy. And Jason was sweet at camp, we chatted briefly after Barron and Sander won Final Jam.

"Let's hope." Mitchie looked at me up and down. "Did you call and make the audition?"

"No, I didn't. I think I'll have to call Monday. Tomorrow's Sunday and I don't know if someone will answer."

"We're going to nail that audition. We just need a song."

"You write songs, you can sing one of yours."

Her eyes widened and she quickly shook her head in panic. "No way!"

"Why not? The song you sang was good, and if your song isn't good then we can change stuff." I reassured her.

"Okay." She told me, I smiled. I heard the door open but didn't say anything, I figured it was Connie. But the look on Mitchie's face said different.

I turned back around hastily and my breathing got caught in my throat. I was like a deer caught in headlights.

What did Shane Gray have to say now...?

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A/n: Okay, so Mitchie and Shane are gonna talk in the next chap, I know...I know sorry, lol. Thanks for the reviews last chap. Review if you want the next chap. I decided to make Sander and Barron the winners of Final Jam, because Tess still messes up and I don't think Peggy would've gone against Tess if Mitchie was never there to stand up for herself and show people that it's okay to step out and be yourself. – Tyllie.