A/N: This is AU story. Femslash.

This is my first day at my new high school. Seaview High School. I'm in 11th grade, and my family just moved here to California. Daddy wanted a different life, he was tired of the same ole' Tennessee life. Not to mention Mom died about 2 months ago. It'd be too hard on us to walk around the house everyday to relive memories constantly. So we chose to move to Malibu, California.

I walked down the hallway, unsure of everything. I don't know if I'm even heading in the right direction. I see a somewhat cute boy, and decide to ask him where the Main Office is, it gives me an excuse to meet him, and not be lost. "Hey," I said approaching him.

"Well hello," he said raising his eyebrows at me, and a big grin plastered on his face.

"Do you happen to know where the main office is?" I decided I'd play the sweet innocent new girl.

"Well, I could show you the way," he winked at me. I felt myself blush a little, I didn't expect him to be so forward. "By the way, the name's Jake Ryan," he held his hand out to me.

"Miley Stewart," I said taking his hand in mine. I looked over to my right to see two girls standing there looking pissed off. Both had their hands on their hips, and seemed to be staring right at Jake and me.

"This way," Jake's voice distracted me, and I followed him, it was then I realized he was wearing a football jacket. He must be the jock of this school… prom king jock. He probably expected me to sleep with him; just so he could tell all his friends he slept with the hot new girl. "And here's the office, Miley Stewart," he was smirking at me.

"Well thank you very much, Jake Ryan," I waved him farewell, and walked inside the air-conditioned room.

"How can I help you?" a woman sitting behind a desk with beehive hair asked me.

"I'm new here, and I was ju--"

"Your name please," she interrupted me.

"Miley Stewart."

She started chuckling, "The names kids have these days," she was shaking her head, and sighed. She moved her wheely-chair over to the printer, and put her hand out, so the paper would land right on it. "Here you go Millsbury," she shoved the paper into my hand.

I looked down and realized it was my schedule. It had the course, room number, and teacher's name on it, but no directions or map. "Where are the classes?"

"Ask some kids around Millsbury," she snapped at me, and returned to her computer. I don't think ever in my life have I been called Millsbury. I didn't feel like talking to her anymore, so I walked out into the hallway. Jake was nowhere to be found, which means I'd have to find someone else to show me around. Suddenly the bell rang for first period, and I saw everyone rushing. I'm guessing this wouldn't be a good time to ask anyone anything.

I tried to find at least one person who wasn't running… and I found her. She was leaning against her locker, chewing on a toothpick, she looked like she didn't care if she was late or not. I slowly approached the blonde haired girl. When I got closer I saw strips of purple in her hair, and heavy eyeliner on. She wore black hoodie with some band's name on it, with black jeans, and black converse on. She saw me coming towards her, and raised her eyebrow. "Whaddya want?" she asked, twirling the toothpick a bit with her tongue.

"Can you help me find some of my classes?" my eyes adverted back and forth between her eyes and my paper, she had this intense look that made me feel a bit uncomfortable.

"What good would it do for me?" She picked up one of her feet, and placed it on the wall she was leaning on.

"I'm new here…" that didn't really answer her question, but I didn't know what else to say. She was very intimidating.

"Yeah, so? I was new here at one point too," she seemed to smirk a little, "when I was born." Was that supposed to be a joke? I sort of wanted to laugh at her corniness. The second bell rang, signifying everyone was supposed to be in his or her class now.

"Miss.Truscott, hanging out in the halls again?" a tall male teacher called out to her.

She seemed to snarl, "No, Mr.Patier, I was just about to show this girl," she jabbed her thumb towards me, "around. She don't know where 'nything is."

"Very well Miss.Truscott, I expect a late pass," Mr.Patier said walking into his classroom.

She looked at me, and for once I saw a glimpse of kindness, but it only lasted for a split second. "Gimme that," she said ripping the paper out of my hands. She grumbled, "You have first period with me… means we got Mr.Patier together," she picked up her shoulder bag, and slinged it over.

"I'm Miley," I said, I just wanted to meet some people, even if 'Miss.Truscott' wasn't nice.

"I'm Miley," she said in a mocking tone. "Who named you? Sounds like a pokémon or something," she stepped into the classroom I saw Mr.Patier enter before.

Mr.Patier eyed us as we walked in. I walked up to him, "Uh, I have you," wow, that didn't sound awkward one bit.

"Well, welcome to 11th grade English class," he smiled at me, "so I guess your Milly Stewart," he said mispronouncing my name.

"It's actually Miley," I said smiling.

"Okay Milly," he said again mispronouncing it, "you can sit next to Lillian Truscott," he pointed to the toothpick girl. I grunted a bit, before walking over to my seat. I sat down, and pulled out a notebook. I watched him pick up chalk and begin writing vocabulary words on the board.

I glanced over at Lillian, and saw her picking at her fingernails; she had them painted black, and wore gloves with the tips cut off. She saw me looking at her, and she sneered at me. I looked away and began doodling in my notebook. This was a wonderful first day already.

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The bell rang. First period was finally over! I thought English would've been fun, but it wasn't… we were learning vocab words I learned in the 7th grade, how stupid are Malibu kids? I somehow ended up behind Lillian when entering the hallway. I was trying to look for my next classroom, when I saw the two girls from earlier. "Well looky here, it's Lesbian Lillian," one said smirking.

The other one laughed, "Yeah, too bad she's the only lesbian here!"

The first one had a surprised look on her face, and they both touched their pointer fingers while saying "Oooooooh tsssssssss." I really had no idea what that was about. Their jokes weren't funny, and what they said wouldn't really offend anyone, it'd just bother people.

Lillian grumbled and spat at them, before walking on. "Yuck!" the first one screamed, "I have lesbian germs on me! Quick Ashley, help me get them off before I melt into a lesbian too!"

"Amber, I don't want to touch the lesbian spit!" Ashley screeched.

I reached into my pocket, and pulled out a tissue, "here," I said handing it to Amber.

"Thanks," Amber gave me a fake smile. She still looked pissed off about me talking to Jake earlier.

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I was sitting on the bench outside the school, watching everyone walk by. I could drive home anytime I wanted to, but I'd rather just look at everyone. The rest of my day wasn't so great, out of the 9 periods I have, 7 of them occupy Lillian. I looked over my left shoulder to see her coming towards me. Great, just what I needed.

"Hey," she said sitting next to me, was she pretending to be nice to me to get something? "Listen, I'm sorry about my attitude earlier. It's just that usually when people talk to me, they make fun of me… or just want to be evil, but I don't think you're like that. You have a nice smile," she looked at me trying to see what I was feeling, "so can we start again?" she paused, "Hi, I'm Lilly," she held out her hand.

"Hello, I'm Miley," I took her hand in mine and shook it. I was smiling a lot, and I don't know why, I had a feeling that she was going to change my life somehow.

A/N: Good start? I like Lilly being badass :P Maybe she should own a motorcycle.