"I have never been so nervous in my entire life."

Miley sat on her bed with her best friend, Emily, eating Ben and Jerrys ice cream, and watching "Titanic." Tomorrow was their first day of high school, as sophmores. No more "freshmeat," no more "freshies," no more, "fresh-fish." To the freshman of this year, they were considered Upperclassman, having the new freshman look up to them.

"It's Okay, Miles. We're all nervous. But we'll get ready tomorrow, and it'll all be fine." Emily gave Miley a comforting smile, laying her head on her shoulder. She was lucky to have Miley as a best friend, She met her in the 6th grade, and suprisingly, they honestly didn't like each other. They grew on each other, though, and now their inseperable.

"I mean, I'm just scared. We won't be picked on nearly as much, about being freshman, but still. We have a lot to live up to, and hundreds of other guys." Miley sighed, putting another bite of Half Baked ice cream in her mouth.

"I know. Me too. But it'll be fine." Emily smiled; she never seemed nervous about anything.

They heard large thuds on the steps coming upstairs, knowing it was Miley's dad, Billy Ray, telling them to go to bed, since they had school tomorrow.

He knocked on the door, and Miley got up to answer it. She opened the door.

"Bud--

"Yeah, Daddy, we know. 'You have school, tomorrow, girls and I was nice to let Emily stay over tonight so you need to get to bed, so you won't fight getting up tomorrow morning.'" Miley smiled, "Night Daddy."

"Goodnight Miles, Night emily?" Billy Ray said, happy he didn't have to give the girls a lecture, and making his way back downstairs.

"Em, we should get to bed. We have to get up early tomorrow."

Emily nodded, agreeing. They took the cartons of ice cream, and ran them downstairs along with their spoons, grabbing a bottle of water each and heading back upstairs, to sleep before their big day as Sophmores makes its way into their lives the next morning.

Miley stood in her bathroom infront of the mirror checking to make sure she looked enough like a Sophmore to present herself in the public eye, otherwise known as High school. She exaimed the pair of tight skinny jeans she had put on 15 minutes ago. It was paired a tight tank top, which was pale pink, and a black cardiagan-styled sweater that was sleveless over it. Her hair was in soft waves, and her makeup was simple: mascara, eyeliner, blush, and lipgloss. She had black flats on her feet.

Emily was in her usual style-d self, a white skirt that came down to the top of her knee, that flowed with her georgously tanned legs. She wore a baby blue blouse, which was form-fitting and shwoed off her curves, but wasn't skin tight. She had on white sandles, and her hair was in tight curls with a white clip pinning back her long bangs.

"Emily you look so pretty...!" Miley exclaimed, hugging emily from the side, running her fingers through her own hair one more time. She walked back into her room, from the bathroom that was connected to her over-sized bedroom, and picked up her messenger bag that she would use for this school years backpack.

"You look pretty to, daaaarlin'" Emily said in a southern accent, laughing a little. Miley giggled as well, handing Emily her Aeropostle bag.

"Let's go, we're running late."

Miley and Emily walked arm-in-arm into the Upper-Classman section of their high school, Sea View High. They watched the Freshman enter the "9th Grade Center," which was connected to the High School.

"I can't believe we were there last year." Miley said, walking through the hallways looking for her locker with Emily. She found her locker and unlinked arms with Emily, walking over to it, she smiled and turned around motioning for Emily to come over to her, and turned back around.

Miley felt her stomach jolt to her throat, as she collided hard with a well-built person, falling to the floor. She put her hand up to her head; trying to get her eyes to come back to the real world and focus solely on who had ran into her.

"I'm so sorry! Oh wait.. No, actually, I'm not!" a voice said. All she could tell was whoever's mouth that came out of, was hovering over her as she sat helplessly on the floor, vision blurred, and heart hurting.

What a great way to start the year. Miley's thoughts echoed in her head, but never made her way out of her mouth.

"Miley! Miley! Are you okay?" Miley could make out this voice as her best friend's, and felt Emily's hand reach out to help her up; Miley took it thankfully, and stood up.

"I-Im fine.. w-who was that?"

Emily handed Miley back her bag, and Miley slipped it onto her shoulder.

"Do you really want to know?" Emily asked her with a trust-me-you-dont-want-to-know look. Miley read the look, but curiosity still killed her.

"Yes. I want to know who's ass I have to make Mitchel beat." Miley said to Emily.

"Uh, I don't think Mitchel can take this one for you..."

"Just, who was it Em?"

Then Miley's eyes traced the hallways, as they landed on a group of laughing boys, and many boys giving one in the middle high-fives and pats on the shoulder.

"Miley?" Emily asked in a quiet voice, knowing Miley figured out who the perpatrator was.

It infact was the boy in the middle of the circle, the boy who had betrayed her so many years ago. The boy whom she loved, and the boy whom never noticed her.

It was him.

Ohhhh who was it? hm.

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I guess you'll just have to find out, next episode!

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