39A/N: Hey :) So I've got another chapter here for you guys, hopefully you'll like it :) I tried to get it up asap for all of you, and I hope you enjoy this chapter. Although it's not extremely eventful, I still enjoyed it, just because it shows how much of a jerk Shane really is, and it hints at Nate's feelings for Mitchie... but I won't give away too much :) Also I'd like to say thanks for the reviews, I really appreciate them, and I hope you will take the time to review this chapter as well:D like I said before, reviews make my day. ;D Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Camp Rock or it's characters... I might own Taylor though, but I don't really think I want too :) lol.
[Shane's POV]
Taylor finally admitted she had to be home, and I obliged, dropping her off with a kiss on her doorsteps.
"See you again soon." I yelled as I left, waiting until she'd gone inside and disappeared from sight to back out of the driveway and leave. A smirk still on my face, I couldn't get Taylor's beautiful, very done up face out of my mind. She was just my type- just what I wanted, just what I needed. It didn't take long for memories of tonight to flash through my mind, or for them to stop at a certain, specific one.
Mitchie. Why in the world thoughts of her wouldn't leave the back of my mind completely escaped me, because I'd tried my best to forget about everything and anything to do with her. I don't know why I wanted to care about her, when all she'd done was trash my name and ruin our relationship, along with our friendship.
Rolling my eyes, I bit my lip, refusing to think anymore about Mitchie. She was gone, a part of my past, just another ex-girlfriend that I had to avoid. I never dated the same girl twice, anyways (it was pretty bad for my reputation), so why should Mitchie be any different? She was just another girl. Just another one I didn't need to deal with.
It didn't take long for me to pull into the apartment complex's small parking lot, and enter into the apartment I shared with Nate and Jason. I was ready, waiting for whatever was to happen the moment I stepped inside. Of course, Nate was up, waiting for me, his eyes staring straight at me, although he didn't say a word right away.
"What do you want, Nate?" I snapped first, knowing he was waiting for me to make the first comment, and he regarded me coldly, his eyes showing no sympathy.
"Did you work things out with Mitchie yet?" He asked, his tone low and harsh. "Or were you too busy with that Taylor girl to realize that Mitchie's everything that anyone could ever want, and you're a jerk for treating her so badly?" He spat back, not attempting to hide his anger. I crossed my arms defiantly, not about to let him win this argument. Oh no, he wouldn't win, because I knew something he didn't. A major something, so it seems.
"Actually, no, because Mitchie just happened to interrupt my date with the amazing and beautiful Taylor." I smirked, and Nate froze. Clearly, he hadn't been expecting this. On the edge of his seat, he waited for me continue, and I could see the wheels turning in his head as he went through possible scenarios. None of them, I was sure, would be anywhere close to what had actually occurred. "I got a phone call from a man during our dinner," I continued nonchalantly. "It seems your dear Mitchie has been kidnapped, and this man wants a million dollars by Friday, or he says he'll kill her." Somehow, my words seemed unrealistic, as if this wasn't real, and as I spoke the words, I truly didn't care. Even if I had wanted to feel something for her, I couldn't have. I was just over her.
Nate froze. I watched as he slowly grew pale, his expression turning to horror, and in a split second he'd jumped up from his seat.
"I swear Shane, if this is another one of your little 'jokes', I'll-" I cut him off, rolling my eyes.
"Please, why would I make this up? Anyways, I told the man I didn't care if he killed her or not, just that he could be sure he wasn't getting his million dollars, and then he hung up on me after he shot off his gun." I finished, leaning back against the wall and staring at Nate's white face as I raised my eyebrows.
Nate was shaking, almost looking on the verge of tears, and at first I thought maybe he'd gone into shock from the news. I glanced closer- I honestly couldn't tell if he was still breathing or not.
"Get in the car." At first, I wasn't sure Nate had spoken the words at all, because he was still standing, stone faced, in the same position he'd been in for the last minute or so. However, when Nate turned to glance at me, fire in his eyes, I knew the sentence had come from him. "Get. In. The. Car." He hissed, and with a bored walk, I slowly made my way to the car as Nate sprang to wake Jason.
I had a feeling this was going to be a long night.
[Mitchie's POV]
I could hardly believe my ears. "Mr... Mr Gray?" I repeated, slowly, wondering if my voice faltered as I forced out the stranger's last name. Could it be... no, it couldn't.
None of the Grey boys had ever spoken of their father, and I'd always just assumed something bad had happened, and it was a touchy subject for them, so I'd avoided asking where he was. Never had I imagined this.
"So it's just Mr. Gray then?" I asked, trying to keep my voice nonchalant, and he shrugged. "No first name or anything, then?" The man- no, Mr. Gray- just gave me another lopsided, evil smile and shrugged his shoulders again.
"Mr. Gray is all you'll be calling me, sweetheart, there's no need to be on a first-name basis. As far as you're concerned, I don't have a first name." He replied, refusing to answer me further on the subject. I sighed, somewhat frustrated- obviously, he knew I was trying to get information from him, and he wasn't that stupid of a criminal to give me all the answers I wanted.
"Think your little ex-boyfriend will show up?" He asked, looking thoughtful, and I stiffened at the mention of Shane, my limbs tightening from the stress the very subject caused me. I pressed my lips into a firm line, refusing to answer him, but this didn't seem to bother him. In fact, it seemed to spur him to torture me more. "Let's make a bet, shall we?" He smirked again, and I glanced away, not wanting to see his crooked smile again. "If Shane shows, I might actually spare your life, if the mood hits me right, of course. If Shane refuses, I'll kill you without a second thought, and then I'll go kill him, too."
At his sentence, I froze. The thought had never occurred to me that this Mr. Gray might actually be seeking to kill Shane, too. I'd just always assumed that Mr. Gray had kidnapped me for the money, and that if Shane gave him the money, then we'd be released to live oh-so-not 'happily ever after'. I'd never thought that he might just take the money and kill us both- either way, there was a risk we would lose. I flinched. I had a zero-to-none chance to making it out of this alive. Even if Shane had one of his miraculous changes of heart, it might not matter.
"So, deal?" Mr. Gray's voice brought me back to the present, and I glanced at him to see him awaiting my answer. With a forceful shake of my head, I signalled 'no'. Mr. Gray didn't react in the slightest bit, only replied to my silent answer.
"Deal it is, then."