A/N: Don't hate me. Well, you can, I deserve it. But hopefully this chapter will make up for me not updating for a while. This chapter is all in Shane's point of view. You'll get to find out more about him and Emma.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. (Writing that makes me feel pathetic.. I kid, I kid.)

I can't believe that she's doing this to me.. making me sing with her at the "Cover Jam." She can't even sing; she should stick to modeling.

After having breakfast with Mitchie, where she asked Nate to be her partner and he said yes, I declined their offer to hang out and went back to my cabin where I've been pacing for the past twenty minutes.

I called Emma and she should be here any minute...

"Shaney!" I'm like freaking psychic, I swear.

She was wearing one of the most revealing outfits I've ever seen, and I've seen a lot, if you catch my drift. A short, low-cut dress that stuck to her every curve, and I couldn't help but stare; don't give me that look, I am a guy you know. Her make-up was caked on and her hair had more volume than mine (shocker, right?)

"It's Shane. Don't call me 'Shaney.'" I said with a sour tone. I mean honestly, 'Shaney'?

"Whatever." She closed the door and walked toward me with a mischievous grin. "How've you been boyfriend? Faithful, of course?" She snickered as she sat on my bed and crossed her legs, revealing more skin, causing me to stare once again.

She patted the bed, signaling me to come sit next to her. "Unlike yourself." I rolled my eyes as I took her up on her offer.

"Oh Shane sweetie, don't be so bitter. You won't even kiss me so I have to find someone who will." She began to run one hand up and down my leg while the other was tangled in my hair.

"Emma, we're not actually dating. You can be with whoever you want, just make sure it stays private and no paparazzi see you. If they do, you won't get the type of publicity you want." I'm sure she doesn't want people labeling her as a cheater. I might want that, but she doesn't.

I looked straight at her, trying to read her eyes, but they were hollow. Mitchie's eyes were always filled with emotion.

She sighed before she spoke. "You're right, you're right. So, I think we should have a little fun Shane darling." She leaned in toward me but I stood up, causing her to fall onto the bed. I'm not going to lie, that made my day.

"No way Emma. I called you hear to talk about the 'Cover Jam'." I grabbed a chair and sat in front of her. "I wanted to sing with Mitchie and now you've screwed everything up. She's singing with Nate."

"Mitchie? You mean that little friend of yours?"

"She's my best friend Emma. Our relationship is real and I really care about her." She grinned at me. "I'm sorry, but what is so amusing?" I shot back at her.

"Shaney! You've got a little crush, don't you? That's why you won't kiss me; because the stories I've heard about Shane Gray allude to the fact that you're a little player." She shook her head a bit, as if she's just had an epiphany.

I couldn't let her know that I liked Mitchie. The girl's crazy, who knows what she'd do with that information.

"You're insane Emma. You have no idea what you're talking about. Mitchie.. Mitchie's like a.. sister to me." She's most definitely not like a sister. Ew, incest.

There she goes with that head-shaking again. "Sureeee. Shane, I may look like a dumb blonde, and granted, I may come off that way too. But if I know one thing, it's when someone likes someone else. I'm a genius when it comes to that." I started to shake my head in denial and she grabbed my hand, making me stop.

"Shane, we have to sing together. How would it look if my 'boyfriend' was singing with another girl and I was available to sing. Plus, it's great publicity for the movie I'm trying to get and you signed a deal to do what you can to get me noticed." I signed a deal with the devil, that's more like it.

"Emma, you know that I never would've agree to that deal if I actually had a choice. But the label said if I don't then Connect 3 gets dropped, and I can't do that to Nate and Jason." I looked down and noticed that our hands were still connected but I didn't really care at this point.

"Well, it happened and you can't go back on your word. Plus, Mitchie obviously has no feelings for you if she was so quick to find another partner for the jam, I talked to you what, a few hours ago? Don't waste your time with her."

That's it. Emma was beginning to piss me off. She has no idea what it feels like when I see Mitchie. When she smiles at me, my day gets better. Being with her is what changed me, and I like who I am now.

I snatched my hand away from her and stood up, breathing slowly and trying to control my anger. "Emma. You have no right to get involved in the relationship I have with Mitchie. You don't know her and you don't know the real me."

I lowered my voice and continued. "I'll sing with you and I'll pretend to be your boyfriend until our contract is over. Until you get those movie deals."

She stood up and walked toward me with a sign of determination in her eyes. "Fine. I can't ask you for anything more, I suppose. But since you're so infatuated with this Mitchie, I think I owe it to you to tell you that I saw her kissing your friend Nate, on my way to your cabin."

She circled around me and stopped in front of me as she wrapped her arms around my waist. I was frozen. Mitchie wouldn't kiss Nate; she told me they were just friends.

"You're lying." My voice broke and I heard Emma stifle a laugh. "I wouldn't lie to my boyfriend Shane..." She began rubbing circles on my back and I felt my heart drop to my stomach.

"I'm not your boyfriend, and it's not like you've been so honest with me so why would I believe you?" She laughed out loud this time, she didn't try to hide it.

"What do I have to gain by lying to you? Honestly Shane, believe it or not I do care about you even if you despise me. You've grown on me and I don't want to see you get hurt." Oh, she's good. But at this point I didn't know what to believe anymore.

I did catch Mitchie and Nate kissing that one night, and it looked so real. Maybe she told me that they were just friends so that things wouldn't be awkward... Maybe they've been together this entire time...

"Shane, baby." Emma whispered in my ear. "Let's have some fun..."

If Mitchie could kiss Nate and lie to me about their relationship than I could have some fun with Emma. She is afterall.. My girlfriend. "Let's."

She grinned at me and I crashed my lips onto hers. She tangled her hands in my hair and I held her waist. The kiss was intense; when I kissed Mitchie on her birthday it was sweet and gentle. This kiss was harsh and out of anger.

I was holding Emma in my arms and our lips were connected, yet I couldn't get Mitchie out of my head. I wanted to be with her. I wanted to sing with her at Cover Jam. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted her.

We somehow made our way over to my bed and onto it. I was hovering over Emma, trying not to hurt her tiny frame.

We must have been kissing for ten minutes but I felt no spark, nothing.

I felt like the old me; the one that would have had a different girl on his arm every night, the one that wouldn't have remembered her name the next time I saw her, and the one that didn't care about anyone but himself.

I didn't want to be the old Shane. Mitchie changed me and I fell for her. So what was I doing kissing Emma?

I pulled away and rolled over to lay next to her. We stayed silent for a few minutes, trying to catch our breath. "Shane?" She whispered and I turned to look at her, using my elbow for support. "Yea?"

"Do you regret doing that? Kissing me, I mean." She looked worried, almost scared. "No Emma, it was great. I just..." I was at a loss for words. The kissing was great; what guy wouldn't want to make-out with a beautiful model?

"You didn't feel anything?" I nodded at her and she sighed. "Neither did I. No spark." We both started laughing at that and then Emma asked another question.

"Shane... Do you think, I mean, would you consider," She looked flustered but was able to ask what she was trying to. "Do you think we could be friends?" She didn't turn to look at me. She stayed still and looked up at the ceiling.

I sighed before answering her. "Honestly Emma, I would love that. I guess one good thing could come out of this deal we have, well, besides your publicity." I couldn't help but laugh at her expression, she looked stunned. Considering we always argue, I could understand her reaction.

"I'm sorry about getting you into this situation you know. I feel bad..." I cut her off before she said anymore. I didn't want to get into all of this now. I'm not too great with dealing with other people's feelings.

"Emma, let's just forget about that and move on okay?" She smiled at me and nodded.

We spent the next few hours just talking, getting to know one another. Surprisingly, Emma was a really interesting person. She was easy to talk to but I stayed away from talking about Mitchie. I was in the middle of telling her a joke and looked over to find her fast asleep...

I chuckled to myself before getting up and grabbing a blanket, putting it over her. It was already past midnight so if anyone saw her leave I'd get in trouble and the press would have a field day. Popstar Shane Gray Spends Night With Girlfriend. Yea, no thanks.

She stirred a bit and opened her eyes. "Mm, Shane? What time is it?"

"Shh, go back to sleep. It's past midnight and if anyone catches you leaving if would be bad." She nodded at me, knowingly.

"Thanks Shane. For everything." I smiled at her and she was back asleep within five minutes. I sat next to her while she slept, just thinking about what a crazy night it's been. She turned over and wrapped an arm around my waist; I didn't know what to do but I just let her be. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep as well.

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A/N: I hope you guys liked that. I write to please you guys and because I love writing. If you happen to be reading this, if you made it through the story, feel free to review please. As much as I appreciate every single review, it really makes me smile when I get reviews that tell me what you like/don't like. (: Do you think Mitchie actually kissed Nate, or is Emma lying?