hey even though i am in the middle of another story, I'll try writing two at a time, even though that doesn't exactly go so well. oh well, enjoy, and please review. I'd like a good amount, but I don't exactly have a numbr picked out.

I ran away from the locker as fast as possible, before he would try to follow me. I knew I was soon going to start crying, and I would die and melt into a puddle if he saw me. Expecually if she saw me. I wanted to get somewhere where Lilly and Oliver couldn't follow me. I couldn't go into the girls bathroom, but I could run as fast as possible down the hallway hoping to loose them. I needed time to be myself right now.

Tears began to blur my vision on my way to a dark room down the hallway. I heard Lilly and Oliver running by the door. I sat on the floor and cried. Why would he want to do this? Why couldn't he have told me? Of all the things to do to a girl, why would he choose me to do that to? The first period bell rang I knew the class would soon fill with people, so I took another tissue, and got out.

Walking down the hallway girls began to ask me questions.

"Are you okay?"

"Does it have to do with him?"

"You need another tissue?"

I shook my head no, and walked into the bathroom. I felt sick. Horribly sick. I sat down by the toilet, and let go of my sickness to the toilet bowl. That's what he does to me. That's what happens when you love Jake Ryan. All of a sudden the bathroom door opened.

"Miley? Miley!" someone called. It was Lilly. I was caught. I began bawling really loud.

"Miley!" she said coming to my stall. She lifted my head from the toilet and flushed it for me.

"Come on, you need to compose yourself. I'm so sorry about what he did to you, and believe me, we are going to get back at him," Lilly said. I shook my head and continued crying.

"No? Why?" Lilly asked.

"I don't wanna get back at him. I want to get back with him," I cried.

"How could you after he did that?" she asked.

"Because I still love Jake. I can't help it. And then it makes me more sad that I can't get over him," I blubbered. Lilly hugged me, and for a minute we just sat there while I cried.

"I told Mr. L that I'd go find you, but I think atleast one of us needs to go back," she said.

"No, I can't! Jake is in there," I whimpered, thinking about him sitting next to me in his desk.

"Fine. I'll go back and atleast tell him I found you. I'm gonna do my best to come back here, and then we'll leave alright?" she asked.

I nodded my head, just to get her to shut up. When I was sure the bathroom door was closed, I looked in the mirror. Black mascara streaks ran down the girls face in the mirror. She had blurred eyeliner, and her cheeks where as pale as stone. She looked like a wreck. She looked horribly sad. she looked like me.

I wiped off the mascara streaks, and decided not to apply anymore until I had stopped crying. Than I wiped off the last of my eyeliner, and tried to apply lip gloss, to maybe make myself look atleast somewhat presentable. I just looked like a tramp. I took it off with some of my tissue that I hadn't used, and went to grab some more. Than I began crying again, right before the door opened once more.

"Miley come on, he says we both need to go back to class," Lilly said. "I know it will be hard, but we can change seats," she said.

I hugged her.

"Thanks," I said even though now I would have to sit next to Dandriff Danny. "But I still can't go back."

"Miley you have to. It won't be as bad as you think it is," Lilly offered.

"Lilly look at me! I look like my eyeballs have just exploded! And I feel like it too! Every girl is going to know how bad he hurt me," I said.

"And everyone will understand! You just caught your boyfriend kissing Ashley! Don't you think they are going to understand? Especually when he told you that he was coming back tomorrow, and then surprises you by making out with Ashley right in front of your locker?" she asked.

My eyes started welling up again.

"No," I bawled.

Lilly pulled me off of the floor.

"But I'm your best friend, and I promise you that they will. Okay?" she asked. "Wait, don't answer because I already know what it is going to be. But I do know that you need to face him, so come on."

"Lilly, please no," I said pulling away. "He's going to try to talk to me."

"Not after what I said to him," she said.

"What?" I asked.

"You really don't wanna know just yet," she said.

I kind of laughed, and lost concentration, so Lilly caught me off guard, and succeeded in pulling me out of the bathroom, and down the hall to our first period. It was a relatively short class, so there was only four minutes left. That's three minutes, and fifty nine point nine seconds too long.

"Good to see you back Miley," the teacher said when I walked in with Lilly attached to my wrist. Great, now everyone turned to look at me. Lilly dropped my stuff off at her own desk, and sat me down, walking over to Jake, giving him the famous if-you-dare-try-to-talk-I'll-bite-your-head-off look. He gulped after he saw it, and turned around to the front of the class after trying to take a cheesy look towards me.

"Miley," Oliver whispered. I turned my head to my left and saw Oliver leaning over to get my attention.

"What?" I whispered back.

"Why'd you run?" he asked. Oliver is a donut. I just crossed my arms and shrugged. I wasn't going to tell him if he didn't already know. Everything was going in slow motion, and people where trying to act like they weren't, but I could tell they where all either starring at me, or Jake. It was like I could finally see the air, and everything invisible. Like the world was finally opening up so I could see how cruel and unbelievable it really is sometimes. After an eternity, the bell rang, and Jake started to walk towards me, but Lilly stepped in the way, as if to say, don't you even think about it.

Jake took one look at her and so how serious she was, and backed off, going out the door to his next class. I gathered my stuff, and walked to my next class, Lilly and Oliver rushing to keep up with my fast angry steps. I still hadn't gotten on anymore make-up and I looked and felt like a wreck. When I got to my next class, Mrs. T made me, Oliver, and Lilly sit across the room from each other as much as possible, because it's kinda rumored that we might talk, or annoy others when we're together. Don't know why someone would think that. Hint hint on the sarcasm.

I sat down still not saying a word, and Lilly and Oliver talked beside me in their own actually quiet conversation, and then went their separate ways. For once, I sat in the back, not wanting to be disturbed or called upon today. The bell rang and people where whispering.

"The poor girl."

"Did you hear what he did?"

"He told her he was coming home tomorrow."

"She had to run into the bathroom."

"I'd smack him."

I also heard alot of lies, but was too depressed to correct them. I would let anybody say whatever they wanted at this moment. Two minutes into class there came a knock on the back door. After the bell rang the doors locked, that way tardy students couldn't get away with it. Mrs T went to the back and opened it, but I didn't even bother looking up to see who it was.

"Tardy?" Mrs. T asked.

"No, I've got a slip," I heard some girl say.

"Okay, then there is one open seat right next to Miley in the back," she said.

I heard footsteps making there way over to the desk right beside me, and someone put their books down. I was bored of picking my fingernails and looking down at my desk so I looked up to see who it was. It was Ashley.