A/N: New Story! For those of you waiting for the final update of These Words, I'm sorry I didn't update it today, but it will be updated before the weekend is over. I just had complete inspiration for this. It might be a little dull because it's the intro chapter, but anyways, Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Don't own.

Anyone But You

Chapter One

"Come on! You have to!" The voice was one of my best friend. Or, well, she would have been my best friend if she wasn't currently putting me in such a position. She had called me less than two seconds ago and she was already pleading with me. See, the thing is, there's this party tonight that she insists that I go to. Normally, I'd jump at the chance to go to an awesome celebrity party, but I had a huge English essay to finish before the following Monday. I mean, really, what teacher gives their students an essay the Friday before it's due? Isn't that against human rights or something? It's cruel!

"Mileyyyy," I whined, flopping into my desk chair, "I can't! This essay is huge, I need to get started." I explained. The laptop on the desk was open and I had already started researching. Usually, I'd be putting off any school work until Sunday, so it was an odd occurrence for me to be locked up in my room right after school on Friday. But this essay was really important. It was worth almost ten percent of my final grade and I needed to keep up my English mark if I was going to get into the universities I was considering. Graduation was just around the corner and I couldn't afford any slip ups.

"Lilly, but this party is huge," She just kept trying to convince me. I have to say it was starting to work, "Besides! You can work on it tomorrow, right?"

"But I don't want to work on it tomorrow," I complained to her, "What kid wants to do an essay on their eighteenth birthday. Besides, you and Ollie are still coming over for movies right?" Yeah, tomorrow was officially my eighteenth birthday. Today would be my last day as a kid. I couldn't say I'd miss it really though. No more of mom and dad saying 'Because I said so' and I wouldn't have to deal with curfews. Especially when august rolled around and I moved out. I'd been counting down the days until tomorrow and finally it was just about here.

"Yeah, yeah," Miley brushed off my plans and I frowned. I didn't plan to make a big fuss out of my birthday, I wasn't into the whole big bash shebang, but I did want my two closest friends by my side. It had pretty much been a birthday tradition for me. Me and Miley would go rent some movies, Oliver would come over and complain about us picking several 'chick-flicks', and we'd all eat popcorn and sit around my basement until really late. That usually resulted in Miley sleeping over, but Oliver always went home. Despite that me and Ollie had been friends since preschool, my mom still had a rule about boys sleeping over. Ew, I could never like Ollie that way.

"Come on! Lola has to be there. I need my right wing," She pretended to sob and cry into the phone in an obviously fake way. My fingers unconsciously began to drum on my desk as I began to consider the idea of the party. I knew that I'd have to pull an all nighter if I went, because I definitely couldn't manage to finish this essay in one day, and doing it on my birthday was not an option.

"Ughh, Miley," My head flopped back. I could almost see the devious smile on her face. She knew how to make me cave.

"Pleeaaase," She pleaded, "We can leave early if you really want to," I groaned, banging my head onto the wall beside my desk. I sighed theatrically, mulling over the decision one last time before making my choice.

"Alright, fine," She squealed, "But," And she quieted down a bit to hear my conditions, "We're leaving early. I'm not staying out later then eleven tonight, okay?"

"Sure, sure," She said. The way she answered me made me picture her waving her hand nonchalantly in the air as if to say my comment didn't really matter. She probably thought I would have so much fun I wouldn't want to go home, but she was wrong. I was really dedicated and serious about my schoolwork now a days, more than I had been in past years. When I had first started out as Lola Luftnagle in eighth grade I hardly cared about my work, but now that my future was actually on the line, Hannah events suddenly seemed much less important.

"Okay, so the party starts at seven," She informed me, "It's the usual, there's going to be a red carpet, a band, you know."

"Yeah, I know," I rolled my eyes. I think being Lola for five years now meant that I knew the ropes of a celebrity party. Apparently she thought she needed to explain it to me every time.

"I'm going to pick you up at six forty five, okay? Be ready."

"Wait, wait," I stopped her, "But it starts at seven?" If we left at quarter to seven it was inevitable that we wouldn't make it on time. She said it was a 'huge' party and was so insistent that we not miss it, yet we were going to be late.

"It's called fashionably late, missy," She laughed and my eyes rolled. Fashionably late? I don't remember Hannah ever being fashionably late. Besides, wasn't that a diva thing to do?

"Hey Miles?" I asked, "Who's playing?" It was usually some indie band, or someone that was inexpensive. Usually the big time rock stars were actually invited to the party and didn't have to get in as 'the band'.

"Uh, um," She panicked. I furrowed my eyebrows, "What's that daddy? You need my help? Gotta go Lilly! Be ready!" She hung up on me. Confused, I looked at my cordless phone oddly before shutting it off. Huh, that was weird. My eyes glanced over to the clock on my bedside table and I grumbled when I saw the time. It was almost four, seeing as how I had spent nearly an hour on the phone with Miley. That left me with an hour to do some research for this stupid essay, and then another hour and a half to get ready. I don't understand why she couldn't have told me about this party days in advance. This was such short notice and I had no idea what I was going to wear.

So after going through several websites to get statistics I could use in my essay, I finally shut my laptop and began to get ready. I looked through my closet, venturing into the Lola section for a snazzy dress or something edgy for the party. I stopped when I saw my black tutu dress with laces up the front. I leaned my head to the side, considering it for a moment or two. I hadn't worn it since the tenth grade when I went to Hannah's sweet sixteen, and I wasn't even sure if it fit me. It was edgy, yes, but I wasn't so sure it was Lola anymore. With me growing older, Lola's outfits grew a little less crazy. Lola had slowly become a kind of... edgy sophisticated. She was a little less 'Woah-what the hell' and a lot more 'Woaaah' sexy speechless.

It was then that I ran my eyes along my clothes, looking for something else. I looked over so many outfits, taking way too much time to pick something out. I finally settled on something out of my Lilly section. It was a black pinstripe dress that I had intended to wear to the school's Winter Formal. Unfortunately, my mom had had other plans and forgot to tell me that I would be spending the week before Christmas break at my dad's house in Henderson, Nevada. Ironically, that was the same week of the much awaited Formal, effectively making me miss it. My mom should never be allowed to plan anything ever again.

Grabbing the dress out of the closet I laid it on my bed. Luckily, I didn't have to perfect my hair since I'd be wearing a long red wig all night. So instead, I set to work on my makeup, or rather Lola's make up, since our makeup styles differed drastically. My normal makeup was pretty much just a touch of liquid eyeliner and some mascara, Lola however was black black black, then possibly add in some crazy bright coloured eye shadow depending on the colour of the wig for the night. Today I was going to be a red-head, so I was just going to stick to black, white, and grey.

When I was finally finished, my eyes were done up in a dark smoky look. I grabbed my new red wig that was conveniently already styled. It was layered and teased and the bangs were pinned nicely to one side. Pulling my blond hair up into a bun, I put the wig on, clipping it in tightly until I could shake my head without it falling off. I checked the clock again and saw that I still had half an hour left. The dress came off the bed and onto my body and I watched myself zip it up in the full length mirror on my wall. It was a shame I never got to wear it to my Formal, but at least now it would be in a dozen and one magazines. Not that I was super famous or anything, but being a teen pop sensation's best friend did get your picture taken quite a few times.

Finally, I popped on a pair of red and black wedges to compliment both my hair and my dress and grabbed my large sunglasses. Note: Large sunglasses are key to keeping your eyesight when the paparazzi are around. Throwing my phone and a few necessities into my large checkered purse I took off downstairs. There was still about fifteen minutes before Miley got to my house so I figured I would grab myself something to eat. It wasn't like they ever had any good food at these parties anyways.

"Hey Mom," I smiled walking into the kitchen. My mom was sitting at the table doing banking or something, "How do I look?" When she looked up she smiled at me, nodding approvingly. Oh, and yeah, she knows about the whole Hannah/Miley-Lilly/Lola deal. She actually came to a concert once. It would have been fun, had she not completely imitated my style down to the exact leggings.

"Isn't that the dress you bought for the Winter Formal?" She asked, looking it over.

"You mean, the dress I spent a fortune on and never actually wore to winter formal because I had to spend a week with Dad and miss it?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at her. She just shook her head, smiling as she went back to her work. I walked to the fridge, opening it and surveying it. We hardly had anything good, considering my mom was on some sort of health kick. Either that or we hadn't bought groceries in a while. Sighing, I closed the door and opened the freezer, grabbing out a fudge-sicle. Yum. My mom had never liked buying them, but they had been my favourite ever since I was a little kid, so if she didn't buy them, I always did.

"You shouldn't eat those when you're all dressed up Lilly," My mom muttered, not even looking up from her laptop and the papers scattered around her.

"Relax Mom, do you really think I'd be clumsy enough to spill liquid chocolate all over my dress?" She looked up pointedly and I rolled my eyes, "Okay, okay." I sighed and took one last large bite from the treat before dumping it in the sink. When my mom heard the thump of it, she looked up, realizing what I'd done.

"Lilly!" she scolded. See, I have a tendency of just putting food in the sink, whether or not it has the ability to melt. Mom doesn't like it when she has to clean up my messes.

"You're old enough to know not to do that," She snapped, narrowing her eyes at me, silently telling me to clean it up.

"But Mommmmy," I whined, smiling, "I'm not an adult yet, that comes tomorrow," She opened her mouth, most likely to reprimand me, but instead the doorbell rang. "Whoops, gotta go, that's Miley!" I told her quickly, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek and sprinting towards the door. Well, it wasn't really sprinting when you're wearing these shoes. It was- well, I'm not sure, but it was faster than walking.

"Bye Mom! Love you!" I called, pulling the door open and shutting it behind me before my mom could get another word in. I had a grin plastered across my face as Mr. Stewart led me to the limo. Miley couldn't come to my door herself for risk of paparazzi catching her. No body really cared enough to follow me when I wasn't with Hannah, so we were safe as long as she stayed out of sight until we reached the event.

I crawled into the limo next to Miley and saw Oliver sitting next to her. I smiled at the both of them as Mr. Stewart shut the door and went to sit up front. He usually sat with us in the back, so this was rather odd. Also odd was that we had a long stretch limo, not one of the smaller ones I was used to. Miley was sitting next to me, normal, but Oliver, who was dressed up rather nicely as Mike, was fidgety.

"What's with the clothes, Mike?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. He had on jeans, and a dress shirt over top of a regular band t-shirt. I'd only ever seen him in the baggy zip up hoodie and his pants around his knees as Mike. I had to admit, he looked a lot better this way.

"Um, uh, nothing!" He yelled, his eyes darting around. Miley elbowed him in the side forcefully but she kept smiling at me as if nothing was wrong. I narrowed my eyes suspiciously at the two, my head tipping to one side.

"Somebody wanna tell me what's going on?" I asked, and both of them immediately shook their heads. Oliver kept mumbling 'Nothing! Nothing's going on! Why would you think that?' to himself as if he was trying to convince anyone but me. I leaned back in my seat, eying the both of them but neither slipped up. Miley laughed nervously a couple times, but other than that nothing. Besides, Oliver was always just a little weird.

When we finally stopped at wherever the party was being hosted it was ten after seven. Not too late, but probably not what Miley considered Fashionably late either. Miley checked herself in the mirror a couple last times and then moved over so she was next to the door. She pinched Oliver, who had been so focused on the floor, and then he moved right next to her, blocking me from getting out before them. When the door opened, flashes erupted. Hannah quickly scrambled out, and she pulled Mike out along with her. A couple seconds later I emerged from the vehicle. I couldn't see anything at first, but once my eyes got used to the flashes I noticed the words lining the 'wall' of the red carpet. Happy Eighteenth Birthday Lola!

"Hannah!" I screamed, pouncing on her, "I can't believe you did this!" She just laughed, shoving me along. I had the biggest smile on my face. And to think, I had been so close to staying home with an essay and missing my own surprise birthday bash.

There weren't many people on the carpet considering we had been late. That was probably what Miley wanted, for me to be the centre of attention at my own birthday instead of having much more famous people surrounding me and getting more attention on my own red carpet. Awh, she just thought everything through. I must have hugged her twelve times and thanked her more than I could count on both my fingers and toes by the time we got inside. The large room was decorated and had a large food table with all my favourites on it- Even the fudge-sicles, which I was sure would melt soon if no one ate them. I'd better get started. But before I could make my way to the table, Hannah pulled me back.

"Just so you know," She smiled, "Your essay is taken care of." I furrowed my eyebrows at her, asking her what she meant.

"Oliver's brother, Micheal, did the same assignment last year for a different teacher. Long story short, Ollie and Me may have convinced him to lend it to us," She explained. I know, I know, plagiarism is bad and everything, but if someone was willing to lend me their essay so I didn't have to do one on the only eighteenth birthday I would ever have, sue me for jumping at the chance. Besides, I'd known Micheal since I was a kid, he actually used to baby sit me, and he was super smart. I hugged Miley again, thanking her for the billionth time that day.

"And Ollie!" I yelled, turning on him. He had a scared look in his eyes as I threw my arms around him, "Thank you!" I smiled. When he finally realized I wasn't going to kill him for keeping this a secret from me, he hugged me back tightly. My cheeks were already hurting from smiling so big, until of course, I heard the live band come on.

"No." I mumbled, detaching myself from Oliver and turning to Miley. She gave me a guilty look, and my jaw dropped.

"Why is he here?!" I spat, my eyes wide. Miley merely shrugged, Oliver looked terrified.

"Because you and Jason are friends, Shane thinks your cool, and they offered to play for free?" The guilty was plastered to her face as she tried to convince me not to get mad.

"Yeah, but I don't have a problem with Jason or Shane," I narrowed my eyes, "This is supposed to be my party, He's going to ruin it!" I yelled over the music. See, the thing is, me and one Nathaniel Gray never got along. That's a large understatement. Any time me and Nate were in the same room we were practically at each other's throats. At first, the both of us had tried to be polite, but eventually we both gave up because it always ended in disaster. I knew he and Miley were good friends, and if I had to spend my entire night around that excuse for a civil human being I would rather be at home doing that stupid essay. A ten paged essay was heaven compared to this jerk.

"Just avoid him!" Miley told me, steering me towards the food. Did she know my weakness or what?

"I can't believe I even have to share air with that thing," I pretended to barf as I looked over the food. I picked up one of those spirally lolly-pops and undid the wrapper on it. I probably looked a little odd, an eighteen year old, well almost, in a pinstripe dress licking a lolly-pop that would look more at home in a six year olds hands. Oh well, it was tasty.

"Relax, Lola," She sighed, taking a glass of punch. Oliver came to stand on my other side, his eyes glazing over the various candies and trying so hard not to take one. Thankfully my party wasn't to the extent that Traci's sweet sixteen had been. That had been just awful. I think I ate my body weight in sugar that night.

"How can I? I have to deal with that," I spat again, looking over to the stage, waving my spiral lolly.

"If it helps any, he'll probably ignore you too," Miley tried to make me feel better. As I watched the stage, I saw Jason wave to me and I waved back, forcing a smile. It wasn't that I didn't like Jason; actually, the exact opposite. Me and Jason were pretty good friends. It was actually at Hannah's sweet sixteen that I met him. He'd commented on my choice of attire, the tutu dress that I had thought about wearing tonight actually, and we'd ended up having a whole conversation about designers and styles, which led into images and stereotypes. It was probably one of the best conversations I'd had in a while. Those were the good days. The days before I had even met Nate, or rather, the hours, since I'd met him and Shane that night too.

Shane had been nice. We didn't really click though. I mean, we had friend potential, but we didn't spend nearly enough time together to find out if we had things in common. He was a good kid to just joke around with when you needed a laugh or a good time, not someone I would ever really go to with something that was on my mind. Then of course, Nate. I'm not going to even start on him, because I swear I'll be sick. Just, ugh. From the beginning, neither of us liked the other. At the time, he had had a serious crush on Hannah, always vying for her attention, and annoying me in the process. Doesn't a guy know that to get to a girl's heart, he had to go through her best friend? And trust me, he didn't get far. I'd given Miley a bad review about him and I guess he hadn't liked that too much because he had honestly been out to get me ever since. Then again, I wasn't any better.

"Let's dance Lilly!" Miley shouted in my ear as the Grays got off stage for a break and probably to enjoy my party. I don't see why Nate gets to come to my party and have fun. He should be miserable.

"No thanks!" I yelled over the dance music that the DJ was playing, "I'm going to get a drink and finish this, okay?" I told her, holding up the spiral candy that was half done. She nodded and then grabbed Oliver without asking him, dragging him into the crowd and leaving me to stand at the large table by myself. I turned to the punch bowl, holding my lolly-pop securely in my mouth as I poured myself a glass of the red liquid. Hopefully it wasn't spiked or anything. I took my full glass in one hand, and held the sucker in the other as I turned to watch the dance floor again. Except someone took me by surprise and then I felt liquid dripping all down my dress.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry," My eyes immediately went down to my dress. Thank god it was a black dress, so the red punch wasn't that noticeable. But still, I had paid a ton of money for this, and I wasn't like miss Hannah Montana who had a bank account full of green. I may have been Lola Luftnagle, but that didn't mean I got paid for it.

"Ugh," I groaned. I looked up from my dress, my eyes falling upon the one person I didn't want to see. My jaw tightened and my eyes narrowed in anger.

"Well, I'm not," I answered, and within seconds my drink was all over the front of his shirt. His jaw dropped and he seemed shocked. Wasn't it obvious by now that I wasn't going to play nice?

"What the hell was that for?!" He yelled, wiping furiously at his white shirt. I smirked at the fact that his stain would be much more noticeable than mine. And it was only eight thirty, so he had the entire night ahead of him.

"Language, Gray," I mocked, crossing my arms over my chest, "Aren't you supposed to be the sensitive one?"

"You make that very hard," He spat, staring me down. I only smiled at him in an 'yeah, you know I win' kind of way. It annoyed him and I took pleasure in that. But it didn't last long, because our -gag- moment, if you could even call it that, was thankfully interrupted.

"Lola!" I looked to my right and saw Jason and Shane running up to me.

"Jason!" I smiled, wrapping him into a hug. He pulled back, looking at my dress, and then up to me.

"Nathaniel poured punch on me," I rolled my eyes.

"I did not!" He protested, "It was an accident! Besides, look what she did to me."

"It was an accident," I mocked, turning to roll my eyes at him. The second I turned back to the other Grays my face went back to happy. Shane opened his arms to me and I hugged him as both boys wished me a happy birthday.

"We got you a present!" Shane declared excitedly. He shoved me a box that was wrapped up neatly. I could tell instantly that Shane hadn't been involved in the wrapping, or else it would have resembled news paper.

"Awh! You guys!" I said, pulling them into another hug. When I opened the box my eyes were set on a silver chain with a guitar pick on it. I looked it over for a moment and looked up to them. Shane and Jason looked nervously at each other, wondering if they had gotten me a good gift. A large smile broke out on my face and they were instantly at easy.

"Thanks Jason!" I hugged him, again, "Thanks Shane!" He got another hug too. I was a hugging person, okay? Hugs were cool.

"Ehem," I heard an obvious cough from behind me. I turned to see Nate standing there with his arms crossed and a smug, expectant grin on his face.

"Thanks Nathaniel," I told him in monotone, my eyes rolling again.

"What? I don't get a hug?" He mocked, an eyebrow raised. Shane and Jason could easily feel the tension between us.

"You wish," I scoffed, turning away from him.

"Awh, come on," His smug grin grew bigger and he opened his arms to me. Even though I hated him, he did get me a gift when he didn't have to, so I figured I could at least pretend to like him for half a second. I inched forward, the discomfort clear on my face, and I lifted my arms lightly. He wrapped his arms around me full on, just because he knew it would annoy me to no ends. However, I looked like someone who was being forced to hug the swamp creature. Believe me, it felt that way too. I could have caught a disease, jerkitis.

"Okay, gross, let go," I caved, shoving him off me. He still had that look on his face, the one that said, 'oh yeah, who wins now?'. I just turned away from him, shuddering. Shane laughed at my completely disgusted expression. I glared and he shut up.

"So what are you doing over here? Shouldn't you two be partying?" I laughed, looking down and smoothing out my dress, hoping the punch would go unnoticed.

"Mmm, not exactly," Jason laughed, holding up a video camera that I hadn't noticed before. He shook it for emphasis, "We're busy videotaping the best birthday party ever, so you can remember how awesome it was forever."

"Guys," I fake pouted, laughing, "You should dance! Go dance!" I grabbed the camera off Jason and shoved the two of them off towards the dance floor. They resisted at first, but when they caught sight of some of the guests that Miley had invited, had no problem in leaving me at the table with their camera.

"Hmm, so let's see what they've gotten so far," I mumbled to myself, opening the screen on the side of the digital video camera. That is, until it was yanked from my hands.

"Nu uh," Nate was responsible. He held the camera away from me, playing around with it. I ignored it until I saw the little red light go on. The jerk was filming me. "So Lola, what's it like to be eighteen?" He asked.

"A lot better than being Nate Gray," I smirked, putting my hand up to the lens so he couldn't film anymore.

"Jeeze, I try to be nice." He mumbled. He backed off, turning the camera away from me and towards the crowds of dancing people. We stood there in silence, me annoyed and him busy filming. I furrowed my eyebrows, watching a few people run from the dance floor. Soon the room was in a panic and I couldn't place my finger on why. I turned to Nate and we both shared a confused look, the only look we'd shared that night that hadn't relayed the message that we pretty much hated each other.

"Lola! Lola!" Miley ran up to me, frantic, "We've gotta go, come on!"

"Hannah, calm down," My eyes were wide. She was almost in tears, "What's wrong?"

"We've gotta go! Where's Mike?" She yelled. My eyes darted around the room and then I finally realized what was happening. People were screaming and running for exits.

"I-I don't know," Was all I could get out as I watched the scene around me. Whatever was happening didn't feel like it was really going on. It felt like I was in a movie theater watching something scripted play out in front of me.

"Shit," She cried, "Nate! Nate!" He turned to her, his eyes frightened, "Watch Lola, okay?!" He nodded frantically as Miley took off again.

"What's going on?" I turned to him, calm, but so confused. I didn't see the reason for all the panic.

"We're leaving," He told me quickly, grabbing my hand. I pulled away from him quickly, wiping it on my dress. "Gross," I muttered.

"Lola! Seriously!" He yelled, instead of taking the chance on my hand he forcefully held my wrist, dragging me along. I tried to hold my place, looking over my shoulder at the almost empty dance floor. My body froze when I caught sight of the event that caused the room to clear. Near the other end of the hall there was a large pool of blood and a young guys body laying limply there.

"Oh my god," The words slipped out of my mouth. I was motionless until I felt Nate tug me again.

"Come on!" He yelled and then we ran. I was running as fast as I could in my attire, too scared to think or cry. Nate's hold on me pulled me through the chaotic crowds as people ran in every which direction. I didn't even think about the fact that I was probably catching Jerkitis from the contact of his hand on my wrist, I only ran. We kept going until Nate pulled us out of the hysteria and down an empty alley way. I figured that if we could get out on the other side we would escape the media and being trampled by the other people trying to do the same.

So it came as a shock when my body slammed into Nate's back. Without a second to spare, the hand that had been on my wrist was slapped over my mouth. My eyes darted across the alley were I caught sight of a tall man dressed entirely in black. In his left hand a gun was clearly visible. My eyes widened and I started to breath heavily, my chest rising and falling as I panicked.

"Don't. Say. Anything," Nate whispered forcefully into my ear, holding me tight against him as he pressed himself into the wall. I wanted to scream and I wanted to cry, but all I could do was try to calm myself so I wouldn't give us away.

"Okay?" He asked, and I nodded quickly. Slowly, he lifted his hand from it's place on my mouth. I tried my hardest to stay silent, but as I opened my mouth to let out a fearful breath, it came out much louder than I intended. Nate tensed behind me, waiting for a reaction from the man in black in front of us. The waiting was torture. It was like watching a movie, sitting on the edge of your seat right before the scene with the killer. Except this was real, and this didn't have a rewind button.

Nate jump started my thoughts when he shoved me, indicating I should run back the way we came. When everything came back into motion, I saw that the guy had turned around and seen us. I hadn't moved, so Nate just took the opportunity to pull me along. As soon as we started running, the man chased after us, knowing that we were witnesses. As far as I knew, if you had just committed a serious crime, witnesses were bad and right now, we were loose ends that needed to be tied up.

I tried to run, but I found myself unable to. I was basically being dragged along by Nate, tripping over my own feet and slowing us down. When he let go of my hand it was a shock to me. I hadn't really been moving on my own, so naturally I stumbled, falling. When he heard the trip he turned, seeing me on the ground, and the man in black slowly advancing.

I was frozen with fear, unable to move. I could only think of the fact that I was going to die. I hadn't even made it to eighteen, one night away. God, if only I had stayed home and done that stupid essay. I never should have let Miley convince me into coming.

"Lola!" I felt a tug at my upper arm, pulling me up. My eyes darted around, and my hands shook as I tried to get my shoes off. I would never be able to run fast enough in them. When I managed to shakily slide them off it felt as if I had wasted minutes of valuable time, when in reality it had only been mere seconds. But seconds meant everything when you were in such a position. As soon as my shoes left my feet, I let Nate haul me up, and we ran again. I didn't dare look back, afraid of tripping again. I knew another slip up could cost me much more than a pair of shoes.

Shots fired and my eyes closed tight, but I didn't stop. Soon I felt bodies all around me, the scene became alive and I could hear voices in my ears. We had reentered the crowd, swerving and turning trying to get as lost in it as possible. When we stopped, I let my eyes open. As soon as they did, my tears ran free, and I started sobbing. Wrapping my arms around myself I pulled away from Nate. Everything was blurry and hectic, but the only thing I could focus on was a tiny red light. A tiny red light that shone from the digital video camera in Nate Gray's hands. Not only were we witnesses, but we had incriminating evidence now. Fuck.

A/N: Alright, now everyone's favourite thing: Question time. Would you like the POV to switch between Nate and Lilly, like how it was done in These Words?

Ps: A link to Lilly's Black dress will be on my profile.

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