Again, I had an idea and I had to write it. I hope you like the story!

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A whole different story

Oliver Oken walked through High school's hallway. He got into the secretary's office.

"What can I help you?" asked a young woman, the secretary.

"Um…my name's Oliver Oken." He said. "I'm a new student, so I don't have a schedule."

"Here." She handed him a paper.

"Thanks." He said, before leaving. He went to search for his locker.

"Number…14." He mumbled to himself. He opened his locker's door and started putting his books there. Suddenly, he heard yelling form a classroom.

"…and my mom never liked you, in fact, she had a boyfriend!" a brown-haired girl got out of the classroom and went towards where Oliver was, to the locker near his.

"Um…who were you talking to?" he asked.

"Mr. Harris." She said.

"And that would be…"

"…just the jerkiest teacher in school." She said.

"Good to know, now I'm warned." He said, chuckling. She tried to open her locker, but it didn't work.

"Oh, come on!" she complained.

"Here, let me try." He hit the locker three times and the door opened.

"Thanks." She said.

She looked at him and offered her hand for him to shake.

"I'm Miley. Miley Stewart." She said. He shook her hand.

"Oliver Oken."

"Nice to know ya." She said. "Now I gotta go, I have detention." She walked away. Moments later, two girls approached him.

"Hey, new student. My name is Amber and this is Ashley." One of them said.

"I'm Oliver." He said.

"I see you were talking to the school weirdo." Said Amber. That bothered him

"She has a name."

"Yeah, but I don't think you wanna befriends with her." She said. "That girl is trouble. Pranks, detentions and God knows what else."

"She seemed nice to me." He said.

"Believe me, she isn't." she said. "You know, Oliver. There are two kinds of people to hang out with and you should pick the right one. I can help you with that." She offered her hand, but he didn't shake it.

"I think I can say who's the right one myself, thanks." He said. She gave him a look of contempt and walked away with Ashley.

Oliver looked at his schedule.

"Maths." He mumbled. "Sweet." He said sarcastically before heading to the classroom. He picked a seat on the back, looked around and noticed that Miley was sitting at a desk on his left side. She looked at him and smiled.

"Hey, locker-boy." She said.

"Hey." He said. "Tell me about maths class."

"Grumpy teacher, boring subject. Ya know, the usual." She said. "Hey, what about we entertain the class a bit?"

"What do you mean?" he asked. She grinned, grabbed a pen tube and used it to throw small paper balls at the teacher. Oliver looked at what she was doing startled, but soon started to laugh along with her. The teacher, who at that point was really pissed, got up of her desk and walked towards the two teens.

"Stewart, detention." She said.

"Oh, what's new?" said Miley. The teacher turned to Oliver.

"Mr. Oken, don't think that because you're a new student that we'll admit this kind of behavior, detention for you too." She said. "I believe you two will have plenty of time to get along there." Miley and Oliver got up of their desks and left to the hallway. They looked at each other then bursted into laughter.

"Did you see her face?" said Oliver, chuckling. She looked at him, smiling.

"I think we're gonna be good friends, Oliver."

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