Guys I'm a monster for not updating so im reloading all the chapters but I jus wanna say im soooo sorry school is a bitch that likes to get in the way!

The halls of Belleview High were congested by pacts of bored people. Some smelled like showers were a foreign concept to their body, others smelled like they cared about the impressions of the first day of school. Tight jeans, preppy skirts, and ragged shorts came around, the owners fitting their style with perfection. The sights and smells bombarded the bright greens eyes and petite cream nose of Miley Stewart, as her heels stabbed at the checkered tile. Books in hand, her steps were precise and quick as a cluster of boys walked behind her, admiring the view of long legs faded into a bright white skirt.

The boys were quick to disperse, however, as a tall, blonde, beauty came into view. Jake Ryan; captain of the basketball team, and downright cutest junior in the school. Miley walked nonchalantly to his locker, and he made a cursory pass of her attire.

"Well don't you look darling today Ms. Stewart." He smiled his preppy smile and lifted her hand to his lips in his typical 'old-fashioned' courtesy.

"Well I'm flattered, Mr. Ryan, and how I adore that dashing vest." She mocked his Old English, and still in holding his hand, lightly kissed him.

"Well, now, if I knew compliments were so rewarding, I'd have to say them every second. Did I mention your hair looks marvelous?" Miley patted his nose gently, punishing his boyish act, but lent in for a longer kiss.

Lily lent against the locker, watching with disdain the sight of the picturesque couple in a post-kiss embrace. Oliver came over to her locker, slamming it closed to get her attention. He was dressed in a long, oversized white South Pole jacket, with a pair of long jean shorts and a big hat with a hex on it. He had grown a goatee, gotten a lip piercing, and both ears pierced over the summer, and he looked like a plain druggy. Lily knew it was him at her locker, and continued, in mild jealously, to watch the couple's embrace.

"Looks like Stewart and Ryan are gonna be the 'it' couple again this year, Olly." Oliver offered a brief glance and looked back at Lily.

"I guess. Whatever. Look, why weren't you at the party last night?" Lily didn't look away. Oliver grabbed her chin with his hand and forcefully made her look at him. "I said why weren't you at the fucking party last night." Lily slapped his hand away.

"I didn't feel like getting high and fucked before the first day of school. Why do you care?" He snorted.

"What, you think you're gonna just up and be a good person this year? You can't do that. You know we have way too much fun together." He smiled wickedly and pushed his lips on Lily, who quickly pushed him off.

"Get off me, Oliver. Not here. Not now."

"Look, you gotta put out bitch." He grabbed her face with his rough hands, and forced his tongue in her mouth. She kissed back without feeling; and when he was satisfied with their 'kiss' he shoved her off.

"You better get better at that, and start showing up to parties. You have duties." She wanted to spit at him and knee him where the sun don't shine, but instead, she grabbed his sleeve. "What?!" He shot back at her.

"Look, pick me up at lunch. Bring a fat doobie and I'll make up for missing the party." She looked pleadingly at him.

"Whatever. Show up. Put out." He walked off and she grabbed her books and headed to class. She did want to be better this year. And she didn't want him controlling her like last year. But he had the best weed in town. And she definitely needed a pick-me-up.

Lunch time came and Miley was quickly in Jake's arms. He was proud of showing her off, being the cheerleader she was, and she was certainly very cute, but she was also very prude in the sex before marriage sense, and he was getting antsy. Upon passing a reminder poster about Homecoming, Jake pulled Miley over to the side.

"Hey Miles, you know Homecoming's coming up and I was wondering-"

"Of course I'll go with you silly!" She smiled and kissed him quickly. He moved his hand up behind his head, as was a nervous habit, and looked at Miley.

"Well yeah of course you're going with me; I mean you're my girl. But I was actually wondering if you could let me show you how much I love you that night. My parents won't be home and …" He trailed off, waiting for Miley's response.

"You mean like-"

"Yeah Miles. Please. I really wanna show you. I mean you're the only one on the cheerleading team, and I'm the only one on the basketball team that… you know … haven't …'done anything.' I want it to be with you and not some girl I pick up. And it's gonna have to happen soon." Miley backed away a little.

"What do you mean you don't want it with another girl? You're damn right you don't. I'm your girlfriend. How could you even say that you pig?!"

"Well if you're my girlfriend why don't you do something about it? Be a fucking girlfriend and act like it."

"Oh so kissing you in public, holding your hand, going on a date with you every week, sitting with you at lunch, that's not being a girlfriend? You know what; I don't wanna go to homecoming with you anymore. And if after a year and a half you can watch me walk away like I'm about to, and not run up behind me, beg, plead, and apologize, then you better find a new girlfriend." With that she turned, walked, and like he was told, Jake followed. By the end of lunch they sat together again, placing quick kisses on each other's mouth.

Lily had been looking forward to, and dreading lunch. It was going to be heaven, sucking in the sweet happiness of weed, and hell repaying Olly for it. Lily wandered into the parking lot, looking for Oliver, and eventually finding him with Joannie at his window. Oliver had a thing for tomboys, and looked like he was getting way too acquainted with this one. That bitch better back away from Oliver's truck. Stupid hockey bitch. Why am I even jealous? It's not like I'm Olly's girl, but he said he was picking up ME. She walked over to get a better look. He had his face oddly close to her, probably breathing his musty, drugged breath on her. Lily, though disgusted at the thought, opened the passenger door, got in, and began rolling a doobie. Oliver looked over to see it.

"Hey, hey, wait a second." He turned his attention to Joannie. "Got business baby, hit me up later if you wanna talk." He pecked her and shooed her off. That's the thing about Oliver, he's always sweet at the beginning, but before you know it, he's got you hooked and you're just another bitch.

"What the hell was that? Don't start lighting in front my people. I could kick you out right here bitch." He snatched the joint from Lily's hand, she knew she had given Joannie a taste of how Olly really was by lighting up his weed, and Olly was all about showing girls what they wanted to see (in the beginning) and she had just jeopardized a valued future customer. She wanted to yell and snatch the bud back. But she was too desperate to fight it as he drove out of school grounds.

They came to a stopping point and Oliver lit the doobie, taking in a deep breath.

"Take the rest." Lily wanted to believe this was the kind Olly, offering her the bigger portion of his treasure, but really it was nothing more than the horny Oliver wanting a good result out of a very high tomboy. She sucked in the deep breaths of sweet carelessness, slowly fading into a calm state. Unfortunately, the bud was quickly reaching its end, and Oliver was growing antsy.

She chucked the dead joint out the window and Oliver grabbed her face. He shoved his tongue in her mouth and as was custom she sucked it. Soon enough he had her skater jeans unbuttoned, and he was getting his way. Like always. It sickened her to think about it. But then again sex with Olly was just a sort of perverted money. It didn't mean a thing to either of them. For Oliver it was good, for Lily it was paying for a doobie. A good ten minutes later they were driving back, windows down, popping mints, and spraying perfume.

Lilly walked into the cafeteria just in time to hear the bell dismiss them to 7th period. Gym. She'd discarded Oliver somewhere along the way, and all she wanted to do was beat the shit out of someone in dodge ball.

Miley uneasily slipped away from Jake's overbearing grasp. It seemed every time he messed up, he would fix it by buying her things and sucking up. No doubt there would be roses at her door tonight. She sighed. He was such a pig today. To top of her little lunch fiasco, she would soon get to upchuck it after going to PE.

Stewart? In my gym class? Well that gorgeous face could use a little wreckage. Lily smiled at her thoughts and pounded a ball straight at Miley's face. Due to her intoxication she managed to strike Miley hard in the boobs.

What the fuck? Skater bitch better watch her back. Miley angrily threw the ball back, too, aiming to rearrange the blonde's face, but it was a feeble and crappy attempt due to her strength. The ball landed flat before her feet. I. Hate. Gym.

Gym was over more quickly than Lily might've hoped, and she glared into her schedule, dreading the chances of an academic class for 8th period. Creative Writing. The sobered words sat before her in a taunting fashion, daring her to think about how much she hated writing. She looked over to see a certain familiar brunette walking to the dark brown gateway to Creative Writing Class. Fuck. My. Life.

Miley looked at her schedule, pleading that it wasn't another class she'd have to suffer through, like PE. She glanced at the words Creative Writing. A smile broke into her lips, cracking its way up to her ears. Her heart began to race with childish anticipation. She loved writing.