Tess couldn't hide the tears that sprang to her eyes as she watched Shane lean down and kiss Mitchie. Not one to let other's see her cry, she quickly ducked away from the stage. She needed to get out of the stuffy place. She needed air. She needed to think.

Glancing around to make sure no one saw her, she slipped out into the cool night air. Soon people would be leaving, and dealing with people was the last thing she wanted right now. She needed to go some place quiet, where no one would be on the last night of camp. Suddenly it hit her. The lake. As she walked, she tried to gather her thoughts, but they were all jumbled up inside her head.

She didn't understand. Mitchie was just the kitchen help, she was no one important. Tess's mom was T.J. Tyler! One of the biggest pop-stars around. What was it about Mitchie that made Shane chose her?

Was there something bad about Tess? Was she a bad singer, or was she just not a good as Mitchie? And didn't Shane say he wanted someone who would understand what he was going through? Someone who knew what it was like to have people constantly pretend around them?

Tess knew exactly what that was like. That was partly the reason she was the way she was. Wasn't it him who said he only acted like that because he wanted to keep the posers away?

"We're a lot more alike than you'll ever admit Shane Gray." She mumbled to herself, wiping away a stray tear.

Sighing to herself, she stopped at the edge of the lake, staring out into black water. Peering over the side, she caught sight of her reflection. Her shiny, straight blonde hair was tangled and starting to curl at the ends. Her make-up was smudged across her cheeks, and her eyes were red.

Her sadness quickly vanished as she picked up a heavy rock and threw it at the smooth surface, destroying her reflection and creating ripples on the water. But that's what she did best, create ripples. The tears began to pool in her eyes once more, and she silently cursed herself for being so weak. Behind her, someone cleared their throat, causing Tess to jump.

She whipped her head around so fast, she feared she might have given herself whiplash. Her eyes scanned the dark grounds, searching for whomever had made the noise.

"Whose there?" She demanded. Her voice came out scratchy and she prayed they didn't suspect her of crying. Then, a figure stepped out from behind a tree. It took her a moment, but she soon recognized him as Nate, one of Shane's band members.

A/N: Please just give this story a chance. There are only two other Tess/Nate stories, so I decided to make one myself. This is my second favorite pairing from Camp Rock (Shane/Mitchie being first). I just really like the idea of bad girl Tess being with good guy Nate. I think they'd really bring out the best in the other. Again, just give it a chance, you may end up liking it. :D

.Jonas.