Author's Note: I hope you guys enjoyed my 20 chapter fluff-filled story! If you don't know what I'm talking about, please go read "Found You." This is the sequel you've been waiting for! I'm such a proud 13-year-old…I promise there will still be fluff! I hate writing drama and all those problems. I'm not such a fan of Sierra, so tell me what you think. I like writing about Caitlyn better. I hope to write longer chapters! I'm sorry if this chapter sounds a little…serious, but it'll loosen up.

Plot overview of this chapter: Mitchie struggles but pulls through with all the pressure the students give her when they know about her and Shane's relationship. Shane is going to be their temporary music teacher!

Disclaimer: I do not own Camp Rock.

"Wake up, Mitchie! It's your first day of school!" Connie, her mother called out to her. She immediately jumped out of her bed, grinning. Today, she was going to be regular Mitchie Torres again, but little did she know, that everybody else knew about her and Shane.

She missed Shane already.

After brushing her teeth, she was going to get dressed. She had many new clothes, including the ones Shane had gotten her, the top-of-the-line looking things. She didn't want them to just sit there, so she pulled out an outfit that she liked.

She combed her brunette hair, her bangs resting above her lashes. She got dressed in a loose-fitting camisole that went lower than her waist, which was a shade of light green, with vertical and horizontal details, embossed with white. The waistline was adorned with a line of sequins. It was to still be warm today, so she wore Capri pants. "How cute."

She went downstairs to have breakfast. Connie had the television on.

"Good morning, Mitchie," she greeted.

"Yeah."

"So…are you and Shane going steady?"

She nearly choked on her toast. "U-um, I don't know."

"You two seem to really like each other. And I'm so proud of you, honey! Having a boyfriend who's famous and whatnot."

"Mom…I like him for who he is."

"Alright, if you say so. Now off to school."

"Mitchie! How come you've never called or anything all summer?" At school in the hallway, Sierra, her best friend at school called out, and embraced her firmly.

"I went to Camp Rock," Mitchie answered, smiling gently.

"That's great! I mean after Camp, you know. You still had one month left, how come you didn't keep in touch?"

"Um, I'm sorry-"

"I'm just kidding with you," Sierra said, with a ridiculous grin on her face, as she pulled out something out of her backpack.

It was a magazine, with large letters on the cover, 'Confession from Shane Gray!' In smaller letters, it said, 'Shane Gray admits he's dating, ordinary girl Mitchie Torres!' There was an image of Connect Three, Caitlyn and Mitchie on the cover from their first concert.

"H-how did you get that?" Mitchie stuttered, her cheeks tinted with pink.

Sierra rolled her eyes jokingly, and said, "I catch up with the latest celebrity things too, you know."

They could hear some girls in the hallway whispering about Mitchie; practically everybody who knew about Connect Three knew about their relationship.

"We could get so pop-"

"Don't think about it, Sierra. I learned my lesson about popularity, and I'm not using Shane," she answered straightforwardly.

"Okay," Sierra said, "Look who's coming."

"Torres." A girl their age came by, and bore resemblance to Elizabeth Marie Taylor, but she was a different person. She was typical, admired girl in their school. She brushed her streaked, blonde hair to the side, and flashed her deep pools of blue at her, which she couldn't tell if her blue eyes contained jealousy or acceptance. She was the cousin of Marie, and her name was Tiffany Lynne Taylor.

"Taylor," Mitchie stated, as she stated her last name, but Tiffany always went by her last name, Taylor. "What do you want?"

Taylor sneered and said, "Ditch Sierra here, and hang out with me."

"No," was her quick answer, which surprised both of them.

"And why not?"

"Why would I hang out with you?" Mitchie learned her lesson while she was with Tess. She knew Taylor wanted to get closer to her to only get close to Shane.

She couldn't think of an answer and simply said arrogantly before leaving, "You'll regret it."

Mitchie surely missed Shane, everybody at Camp Rock, and she even missed Tess. Taylor and her little posse looked over at Mitchie, giving her an envious glare.

The bell chimed and it was time for them to head towards their classes. Fortunately, Mitchie and Sierra were in the same class. The downside was that Taylor was as well. It was homeroom, so class didn't start yet, but they were able to talk and whatnot.

About half of the class crowded about Mitchie, most of them haven't even talked to her before.

"So, is everything true?" somebody asked.

"Yes! Now leave me alone! I don't want you guys to like me just because I'm Shane's g-g…girlfriend!"

They all sat down, a little disappointed. Sierra was sitting next to Mitchie, and asked, "So, spill. What happened when you were on tour besides your 'blooming love'?"

Mitchie groaned, and sank down in her seat. She didn't know if she was suddenly popular or if she was suddenly hated.

"Welcome to tenth grade, everybody," their teacher, Ms. Natalie Moore greeted. As she was explaining things, there was a knock on their door. Class hadn't officially started yet, and she already had a visitor. "Yes? Come in."

"Sorry to interrupt your class," came a voice that caused her heart to skip a beat. "Mitchie Torres is attending this class, right?"

"Yes," Ms. Moore answered. The door opened which almost made some of the girls to fall out of their seats. Shane Gray was standing at the door. "W-what is the matter, Mr. Gray?"

"Ms. Torres left her song book on the tour bus," Shane said, grinning, holding a yellow book that said, 'Mitchie's Songs.' His smile wanted to make Mitchie cry.

"Shane," she stated softly. He came over to her, embracing her quickly, causing Taylor to simply gape.

Mitchie smiled gently and said, "T-thanks. But why are you here?"

He winked at her and said, "I'll be helping out in your music class for a while."

Shane was going to be their temporary music teacher, due to the other music teacher being extremely sick. He was the heartthrob of many girls, and he was going to be teaching them. Her lips curved into a smile; she could see Shane everyday for a while, even if his teaching is temporary.

He pressed his lips to her forehead, before leaving the classroom. Her cheeks were flushed with pink, but she smiled.

Mitchie realized that it was envy and hatred that came from the girls of the classroom.

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During lunch, Taylor attempted to get Mitchie to sit with them. She refused them, and Shane was pleased that.

"Mitchie, sit with me at the staff table," Shane said.

"Uh, I'm not staff," she answered.

"Just come on."

"Fine…"

"I hope you don't mind Ms. Torres-"

"Mitchie."

"-Mitchie, to join us for lunch," he said.

"Of course we don't mind," the teachers agreed.

"What's up with the 'Ms.Torres' type thing? Call me Mitchie."

"Well, unless you're going to be Mrs. Gray, because I plan on marrying you."

Everybody in the cafeteria heard that straightforward statement, and Mitchie had the same expression as them. She wondered how he could keep a straight face saying that. She sighed, laughing, even if she knew he was serious.

"It's nice to see you too, Shane? Too bad you're only a substitute teacher."

"Yeah. I like your mom's food better," he said, poking his food with a fork.

Mitchie giggled softly under her breath. "Anyways, I missed you. Yeah, I know. Already."

"I told you, you'd see me sooner than you thought."

"Right, but you're at school with me. Don't be too intimate."

"Shouldn't I be telling you that?" Shane questioned, laughing, "So, what about your friends here?"

"Friend. Her name is Sierra," she answered, and saw Sierra's eyes light up. "Oh, and do I have to call you Mr. Gray? That sounds so…ew."

"Nah, everyone else does, though. Call me Snuggles for all I care."

She gave a wholehearted laugh. "This is going to be interesting."

Author's Note: This is more of an introductory chapter. Sorry about the lack of fluff and romance.