New Story I've been thinking of. I haven't stopped MHBFY but I have taken a break because I don't yet know which level I want to take that story to. I want to try different techniques and experiment too with my writing. This story is just a storyline I've been thinking about, I've been learning a lot from other writers on this site. This chapter is about the main character (Miley) and what's important to Miley. Review and let me know if you like it.

Miley POV

I woke up, today was the start of senior year. I was turning 18 before the end of the year and this year I was getting my head in the right place. I'm not going to be a nerd, maybe just tone down on the parties, boys and parties had taken over my life for the last year but this year I needed to study if I wanted to go the whole way to Manhattan to study fashion. My best friend Demi also shared this dream with me, she wanted to move to New York with me if she got accepted into Juilliard.

The reason I'm telling you about Demi is that Demi is a huge part of my life, we'd met when we were in kindergarten. Both of us being shy, we somehow had started talking that day in October and became like sisters. Growing up, Demi had been my rock, nothing major like a death or tragedy had happened in my life but when I had my first crush I told Demi and not my mom or my sister or when I had my first date and Demi was the one who helped me pick out what I was wearing. She was also there for my first heartbreak and she helped me get through it.

I also helped her, when her parents split up and when her family dog died but Demi never liked being centre of attention. She was all about caring for other people and if everyone around her was happy then so was she.

Demi was an amazing dancer, she'd studied ballet and tap as a child and grew up still attending classes and even helping to teach the younger classes. She was so graceful when she danced, Demi in a club, however, was a different story.

The Demi I have explained so far has been tamed, shy Demi. Demi however had a wild child side. She is a huge flirt, she is an adrenaline lover and she thrives on excitement. Because of this, it has made me what I am. I'm the careful responsible one. I'm not a complete bore, I like to learn and discover new things but I also know how to have fun, just not as much fun as Demi.

I'm not a huge flirt, I don't live my life trying to impress boys because I don't see the point in it. I live for me and not to boost my ego but I'm not completely unattractive. I'm not friendless, Demi's my best friend but except for Demi I have lot of other friends, mostly friends from school. I'm kinda tall, well taller than Demi, she's 5'3 and I'm like 5'5 and I have long wavy auburn hair. I'm not thin, but I'm definitely not fat and I guess I have curves, I've never noticed or been told.

People normally describe me as the smart one but I think that's a little insulting, I mean, everyone is smart. Everyone is smart at what they do best, right?

I'm not saying that I'm good at everything because that would just be egocentric. I'm a musician, I'm also a photographer, I'm also a writer, I'm lots of things, I don't label myself. Most of the examples I just gave are just hobbies, I don't get paid for them. I do them because I enjoy them.

Career wise I'm still in school, my last year. I really had to study this year, this was my last year to prove that I am good enough to get into the fashion college in New York that I applied for. I only applied for 2 other schools. As much as I loved living in California, I wanted to experience New York, all the life that it had, the energy, the history.

Studying in New York had always been something I wanted to do. Nothing or no one was going to stop me. Fashion had always been something I was in love with, not typical fashion but unique fashion, something fresh. I loved seeing new forms of art, to me everything is art and art is my number one love in life. Writing, music, photography, painting, comedy, fashion, almost anything would be considered as art. I would consider acting as art, I would consider some sport as art, like dancing or gymnastics. The possibilities are endless and that's why I love it, I can learn new things forever and not get bored.

Speaking of bored, we've got my most boring side out there, it's just a small fraction of who I am or what I believe in and I'm done with boring you to tears now.

I'm Miley, Miley Cyrus. I'm an opinionated attention seeking middle child. I live with my parents, little sister and two brothers, my older sister moved out five years ago but we're still very close. I'm an animal lover which doesn't reference my choice to be vegetarian, it just happens to be a coincidence that I'm both. I'm quite independent and in some of my more carefree moments I've also been a bit of party animal. It's not how I would really want myself portrayed but I like to have fun and that's just the way it is.

First day of a new school year is kind of important, you've had time off to 'discover yourself' and come back and see how all your old friends are that have maybe been away for a while or that you haven't seen since the end of last semester.

I get out of bed and walk into the bathroom. I'm actually quite excited to see everyone in school, I picked out my clothes last night when I was chilling in my room with Demi. I get showered quickly and put on my black outfit, just denim shorts and a tank top. I match it up with my biker boots and start doing my hair and make-up, even though I do this kind of thing every day, it's great being back in a schedule, a routine that I'm used to.

I'm not really a huge fan of change, I don't like when things change for no reason, that's maybe a huge disadvantage about me because everything changes, right?

While applying my make-up I hear my phone beeping,

'Hey Gal, leavin' my house now, will be at yours in 10. Have 2 pick up Joe + Nick first x' I sighed as I read it, I didn't mind being around Joe, Joe was Demi's boyfriend and he was a nice guy, he and I were friends, it's his brother that was the asshole. Our school had an on-campus community college that Joe attended so he still came to school with us except he was in a different building, he was the year above us.

Nick Jonas, he was captain of the football team in school, he was one of those carefree guys that everyone was in awe of. Except me.

Nick and I knew each other from elementary school, he thought I was weird which made me think that he was a douche. A statement I still swear by.

'Yeah, ok. I'm almost ready anyhow. I'm not talking to Nick in your car! X' I replied. He probably wouldn't speak to me anyway but I was just letting her know in case she was wondering why I would be in the car and not being my usual chatty self.

The other reason I dislike Nick is because he is a cocky, arrogant pig. He thinks because he dated Delta Goodrem, one of last year's seniors, while he was still a junior and she was later crowned as prom queen, that he is some kind of hunk. I get why girls like him, he's kinda cute. Not my type but I guess he's not ugly. He's a little taller than me and has brown curly hair and brown eyes, his eyes are kind of amazing.

Nick and I are completely different and although it works for some friendships, we never really hit it off in the friendship department, which was fine by me because I can imagine that I really hadn't missed out on much.

I finish off my make-up and run down to greet my family at the breakfast table. My mom is there making breakfast for my little brother and my dad. My little sister is eating her cereal and my big brother must still be in bed. He goes to the local college but he didn't start back to school for another week.

'Miley, would you like some breakfast Hun?', asks my mom sweetly. My mom is the sweetest mom ever, she's really laid back and she respects that we (my siblings and I) have our own privacy and our own beliefs and lifestyles. The example being that my parents are Christians whilst I'm an atheist. Not to rebel against them or to spite them but it's just how I feel and what I believe and my mom accepts that. Another example is that my brother Trace and I both have tattoos, something my father doesn't appreciate much but he accepts that it's happened.

'No mom, Demi should be here in a sec so I'll just get something on my way to school', I smiled sweetly.

I heard Demi beeping about two minutes later and kiss Noah's forehead before I leave. Noah's 10, so she still has to discover what's good and bad about the world and she's always looked up to me, I plan to be a good example for her. Except for school and parties, Noah is pretty much always at my side. I like looking after her though.

I run out to Demi's car, a black Range Rover she got for her birthday two weeks ago. My car isn't as fancy as Demi's, I had a Honda accord coupe. I would normally ride it to school but Demi wanted to show off her new car on her first day back to school.

I got into the back seat behind Demi and smiled.

'Hey Girlfriend, you excited for school?', asked Demi from the driver's seat.

'Yeah, I guess. By the way, the rule from last night still counts', I say warning Demi of last nights' rule that I wouldn't go to any parties for a while. I wanted to study this year.

'What rule?', asked Joe from the passenger's seat at the front.

'Miley has told me that she is not partying this year, she's studying constantly until her brain explodes', Demi giggled.

'That's lame', Nick said from beside me, it was the first he had spoken since I had got in the car and it was an insult.

'I didn't say that, I said I'm not partying as much. This is my last year to really learn what I need to learn for that school in New York', I smiled at Joe, blatantly ignoring Nick.

'That's a shame, I'm throwing a back-to-school party this Friday, I was hoping you could come but if you're too busy studying…', Joe smiled and trailed off,

'Okay, fine. I'll be there. Joseph you are a really bad influence on me', I laugh, giving in to temptation. Something I hadn't yet mastered.

Demi and Joe cheered for a second and Nick just kept looking out the window. We pulled up at the school a couple of minutes later and Nick got straight out as soon as the engine was off. I guess he was going to find his friends.

'Joe, what is up with your brother?',

'If you're asking why he is weird to you then I can't really say',

'But he's always really weird to me, it's not really a recent thing. He doesn't have to like me but there's no need for him to be rude. Have I annoyed him?',

'In eighth grade, yes',

'What the hell happened in eighth grade?', I ask puzzled.

'Nick… might have had a bit of a crush on you and you started dating that Jake kid'. I look at him, almost ready to laugh, this was ridiculous, Nick would never have a crush on me. Would he?

'Joe don't be messing with me like that. Honestly, why does he hate me?',

'I'm serious, do you remember the time he asked you to my birthday party and you turned up with Jake?',

'He thought I was going as his date?', I ask shocked and a bit ashamed of myself. No matter how annoying or arrogant he is, no one deserves that type of embarrassment. What was I meant to do, I was 13?

'Yeah, he did. It's okay Miles, I know you didn't mean it like that',

'Well Nick obviously thought I was there to humiliate him. I feel really bad', I say almost panicking. I have no idea why but I was completely shocked.

'Since when did you care for Nick's opinion anyway Miles?', asks Demi.

'I didn't, I don't. I just feel bad now. I always thought he was the jackass and it turns out that I am',

'You're not a jackass Miles, you didn't know', smiles Demi.

'Wait, Demi. Did you know?'.

'Know what?', she asks with a false innocent tone.

'Did you know that Nick liked me?',

'I've known since I started dating Joe, so like… 10 months',

'Why didn't you tell me?',

'Because it was almost 5 years ago and I didn't think it was a big deal', Demi explains.

'Is it?', chirps Joe.

'Is what?', I ask, I am really confused.

'Is it a big deal, if you had known Nick liked you would it make that much of a difference?', asks Joe.

'Maybe not but it explains why he hates me',

'Miles he doesn't hate you, come on. Class starts in 2 minutes', smiles Demi. We rush out of the car and into the school. The school is just how I remember it being 2 months ago. Nothing's changed.

I go to the front office to receive my schedule. My classes look pretty cool this year so I'm not complaining, I just have to hope that Demi is in some of my classes.

Turns out we have 3 classes together, in the whole week. That's the part I was complaining about. I only had 3 hours of classes with Demi a week. Luckily homeroom and our first class on a Monday is together so we start walking to homeroom.

I look around, I knew most of the faces in homeroom. I see Nick sitting at the back of the room, he's looking back at me so I give him a small smile but he just turns his head to look out the window. Rude.

Homeroom is over pretty quickly and soon we're in our first class, Math. Math is something that I like or understand to a certain point and then it just confuses me. I think a lot of people are like that but others just get it. Nick is apparently one of those people, throughout the class he keeps answering really hard questions, I am impressed. Wait, did I just say that?

I had never had Nick in a real class, he had been in my homeroom class for 2 years, we also had physics together but he just stayed quiet at the back. I did too, spent most of my physics classes texting Demi or another friend, it was never important but it made time fly by.

'Class, I know it's your first day and you were probably looking for an easy first day, however…', the class groans, knowing that Miss Chambers had either homework or an assignment for us.

'I do have an assignment, it's mostly just to refresh your memories from last year. Because this is just a reminder, you will each complete the assignment individually. Eventually I will pair you off with someone else to complete a group project', Miss Chambers continues, I look at Demi as soon as Miss Chambers mentions a partner for the assignment, Demi and I work better when we're together.

As the bell rings, the class wait patiently while Miss Chambers hands out a textbook to each person to use as a guide for math class, a file to hold all our stuff and about 50 pages that was to be completed for our class on Thursday.

I flick through some of the pages, these weren't even in English, or at least it didn't seem like it. Some of the class have already disappeared out the door when I get up and start walking towards the teacher's desk, Demi was in the hallway talking to a couple of our friends.

'Excuse me, Miss Chambers?',

'Yes, Miley?',

'I looked through some of this, I really don't understand it. It's like in Japanese or something',

'No Miley, it's not. I understand you might not immediately jump straight back into studying but you know this stuff, I taught you this stuff last year. Trigonometry is not that hard', she smiles. Does this woman hate me or something?

'Sorry mam, but that really doesn't help me here, I'm still stuck', I try and say it as politely as I can but it just comes out harsh.

I heard a chuckle behind me and as I turn around, Nick is looking at me. I glare at him for laughing at me, making an idiot out of me and turn back to the teacher.

'Well Miley, I have another class so I can't explain it to you over again. Maybe you should get a tutor, maybe Nick could help you?', she smiled again. Bitch!

'That's ridiculous, Nick and I don't even speak never mind help each other',

'Well I guess that will have to change because you need this done and Nick is the perfect candidate', she can't wipe the smile off her face.

I give up, I groan quietly and walk out of the room. Severely pissed off.

'Hey Miley', I hear shouting from behind me as I walk down the crowded hallways. I turn around and Nick is calling me. I stop and turn to wait for him to catch up to me. This should be good.

'Listen, I… If you need a tutor or some help with your homework I don't mind helping you. I know we don't really get along but I know this stuff and if you need help then I can help', he smiles. This was the nicest I had ever heard him be, to anyone not just me. And that's all it took, Nick Jonas being nice for all of one sentence and I was looking at him in a completely different light.

'Wow, you're being nice to me?', I ask, the hallways are almost cleared now and we are standing beside my locker.

He smirks, 'I'm always nice to you',

'Liar, you're never nice to me. I'm lucky if you even look at me and when you speak to me it's either an insult or a snigger to make an idiot out of me',

'Do I?', he asks

'And the best thing is, you don't even notice you do it', I laugh at how I should have really guessed that before.

'Look, I don't mean to be a dick. I just don't like talking to a lot of people, it's just one of those things. Do you need a tutor?', he asks leaning closer to me, we're right up against my locker now and his arm is resting on my locker to hold himself over me.

I lower my head because I do, I really do but how do I know it just won't be another excuse for him to corrupt me?

'Okay fine, I need a tutor. Will you please tutor me?', I ask, there is probably no need for the begging but I really need a tutor. I don't want to fail at any of my classes this year, last year's math class I just made it by and with a bit of luck I ended up with a C+.

'Yes, are you busy tonight?', he asks with that smirk. I'd never noticed that smirk before, it's really sexy. I'd never noticed Nick Jonas being what I would define as sexy but this was definitely it. I'd never looked at Nick that way, I'd always disliked him but right now Nick was seriously making me a little flustered.

We make eye contact for a second before I look away, his eyes were amazing. Remember I said earlier his eyes were amazing, right now they were kinda making me nervous. I think it's in a good way, I'm not so sure. Without sounding too dramatic, the way he was looking at me, he was almost looking into my soul. If that was possible.

'No, I'm free tonight. I… I'm babysitting my little sister tonight so we can just let her watch a movie and we can s…study'. Don't stutter Miles!

Why had I never noticed how good looking he was?

He was gorgeous.

'Sounds good, I'll be over around 7?', he asks as I catch him watching me, looking me up and down.

'Yeah cool, see you then', I smile nervously and start to walk away, trembling. Damn him for being so cute!

'Hey Miley', he calls after me.

'Yeah?',

'Your boobs look really good in that tank top', he winks. Did he really just say that?

'Are you flirting with me?', I ask, he couldn't possibly be flirting with me.

'Maybe', he smirks again. Jackass!

'Ah, thanks. I guess', I reply and turn around and start walking again before I make an ass out of myself.

Why was this boy making me feel like this?

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