LOST AND FOUND | A Camp Rock Story |

Chapter Twenty.

"Oh my gosh." She gasped as she took her hand off the door. The room was pitch dark but Nate's hand was still in hers.

"You okay?" He whispered, "You sure know how to out that guy in his place."

She fumbled around to turn on the lights. "I can't believe him...as if everything he's done so far hasn't been crap enough..." She fumed in whispers as she stalked through the hallway and into her room.

"At least he brought the couple thing though?" Nate grinned, motioning between the pair.

"Yeah." She sighed, sitting down in the edge of the bed, her emotions all over the place.

"The look on his face..." He said and with his very self-satisfied smile, Caitlyn couldn't help but laugh. It had been funny.

The happy tears soon turned to sad ones. She wiped at her face. It was stupid. She was being stupid.

Nate didn't even ask what was wrong, he just sat down beside her and put his arm around her shoulder, like during the party, fitting right into place. He rubbed her arm gently as she fought between sobs and laughs.

Everything with Ben had hurt so much already but there had been a flicker of hope. That maybe he might try and fight for her, make it up to her. The worst part was, she didn't even want Ben, she just wanted someone that she had a chance with, unlike the very guy who was sitting beside her.

His hands might have been on her skin, but her little dream of them seemed like it was unreachable, a million miles away.

Maybe at Camp. But certainly not in the real world. Just thinking of the looks his parents had sent them was enough to make Caitlyn cringe.

Everything was a mess.

But she needed to pull herself together unless she wanted to blubber at Nate all night.

"I'm going to go get ready for bed, you can leave any time you want Nate." She said as she stood up.

"No I'm good."

She raised her eyebrows.

"He might come back and I want to be here, go get ready." He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around. She made her way to the en-suite and cleaned her face of the tears and makeup. She brushed her teeth and hair and strained to hear if Nate had left over the bathroom fan. She changed into her pyjamas of a faded Camp Rock t-shirt and shorts and emerged to find Nate sat with his back at the headboard of her double bed flicking through the TV channels.

Sat there in his slightly mussed up white shirt, an outline of stubble on his jawline and the gentle curls in his hair on her bed waiting for her, well it had been teenage Caitlyn's absolute dream.

She quite liked the view now too.

"Whatcha doing?" She asked as she crawled over to sit beside him.

"Just passing some time."

"Uh huh, I got that." She said, "Have you not got a room to get back to?" She asked, pushing her shoulder against his.

"Nah, Jason snores." It was a rodculously pathetic excuse because they both knew that she knew that Jason didn't snore. She had had plenty of sleepovers with the Grays when they were kids.

"You don't have to protect me you know." She told him, keeping her eyes trained on the TV in front of them.

"Oh I know." He scoffed, "Do you not remember when Trevor Hughes tried to make fun of you one summer, so you swapped his toothpaste for shaving cream and warned him in front of the entire cafeteria not to mess with you again? You're badass Caitlyn, remind me never to get on your bad side." He smiled, knocking his shoulder against hers.