I G N O R A N C E.

"Ignorance is your new best friend.."

I sat on my bed, blasting songs through my iPod onto the beams of the wall, echo's bouncing everywhere. Most people would get a headache if music was this loud, but to me I never felt some kind of pain. Always happiness. I typed on my laptop, seeing the time late at night. It's 2 am. I usually would be asleep by now, but sometime has been telling me, that to stay up cause something could happen that I wouldn't want to miss…It didn't occur to me that whatever could've happened in the days I've stayed up late would cause death or something. It never once occurred that I could lose someone or something who meant more than the world to me. I never used my head like that, and it never thought using it would come in handy. I picked at my rose ring, getting lost in my thoughts.

Crash!

I jumped and mumbled a quick swear to myself, and stood up. Was this the thing I had been waiting for happen? Whatever it was, I grabbed my sweater & converse & ran down the stairs. I saw the front door open and then close, my older brothers Zac's car keys gone.

After muttering another swear to myself, I ran out of the front door, walking down the sidewalk. I decided not to call Zac's name, considering the creeps that live nearby. I kept walking and walking until I saw a bunch of lights, that looked like headlights that looked like they were on cars. I checked my cell phone, seeing that I have been walking for over 2 hours. Once my parents found out where I was, and why I was out, I was dead meat. I kept walking towards the flashing lights, still unaware of what was going on. I passed girls wearing short skirts, and high heels, some of which who were giving me dirty looks. All I was wearing was short shorts, converse, & a black tanktop. Guys walked past me, slapping my butt, which made me jump & flinch, pulling my sweater closer to my chest.

I walked until I saw Zac, and I walked up to him. I guess he knew I was here, cause people had been staring at me like I was a cat in a dog race.

"What the hell are you doing here Miley?"

I flinchd, and let him drag me to a wall of a building.

"Something woke me up And I saw your car keys were gone so I went to find where you were," I said, crossing my arms.

"Well you can't be here," Zac said, lowering his voice a little.

"Why not?"

He turned me around so I would be facing the cars, which had logos & spray paint all over their bodies.

I looked around at all the people, and then caught sight of him.

"Who's that?," I said, staring at him, adore clearly visible in my eyes even though I didn't know him. & the fact that I was staring at him made Zac hiss in anger, "if you must know, that's Nick Jonas."

I nodded, staring at him. He had a girl on each arm, smirking as a cigar sat in between his pink lips.

"He's the best out of all of the people who street race here. He just got out of jail for attempted murder."

I knew I'd probably get in so much trouble for feeling the feelings I was feeling, but his bad boy outside self made me want him.

"I'm guessing those two girls are his sluts."

Zac shrugged, "Those are his ex girlfriends, Nicole & Selena. He knows this but those two are like, with each other. Hes only with them so he doesn't seem weak to everyone else."

I nodded, slightly checking out his features. Brown curly hair…when you looked at it, you wondered If it was soft as a pillow, or shiny like a washed apple. He had chocolate brown eyes, that seemed like heaven. & the rest of him was just a delicious bonus. Strong build, appealing sense of confidence, and the mannerism of believing the world revolved around him. I shocklgny found it a major turn on, until I actually realized, 'I know this guy.'

I gasped a little, making Zac look at me, "What?"

"I know him. He was a senior when he dropped out, I had autoshop with him."

Zac chuckled at the last sentence, making me glare at him.

I was always the only girl in classes like autoshop, other girls just found it stupid and idotic that a girl would do that elective. Other people found that I loved autoshop, pathetic. They would always say, 'why would a girl like her be in a class like that? She's too good for it."

My looks always had people thinking the wrong about me, thinking I was one of those selfish, conceited brats, with a lot of money and no ground to hold.

Well I was the complete opposite of that. I wasn't selfish…other people always came before me, I wasn't conceited. I never took pride in the fact that people thought I was gorgeous. I never used my beauty as a charm to get other people with me. It never seemed right. And of course, my family wasn't the richest. With the sucky economy, and people losing there jobs, my family was one of them. My dad was in a slick battle to win a lawsuit against our credit card company, which had sued us for unpaid bills. And we were going through bankruptcy, and not to mention my dad was working 2 jobs. My mom was a high school cafeteria worker, at my high school for the lower classman. & me, I worked at John's Auto Shop (surprise, surprise). John was an old man with a big heart, and a big attitude. I was a senior in high school, and was planning on going to college. It had been both my parents dream to go to Julliard, only because I had a gift of singing and being able to play instruments. My parents were determined to get me into Julliard, and that meant I had to help with the funds.

I was knocked out of my thoughts, as I felt Zac's arm wrap around my waist

protectively, pulling me to his side. I held onto his waist, putting my chin on his shoulder. I knew something was bothering him. He hissed, and I looked up. Nick was standing there, smoking on a cigarette, smirking and blowing smoke circles, perfectly.

"Cyrus, I see you got yourself a nice piece of work."

Zac hissed, and rolled his eyes.

I looked from Nick to Zac, from Zac to Nick.

"Well ain't you introduce me to your pretty lady friend?", Nick said, throwing the cigar to the ground, then stomping on it. I heard a thick southern accent, making me lick my lips. I had always been a country girl and I was born in Tennessee. I was always attracted to guys from the country.

Zac sighed, and mumbled a quick curse to himself, knowing either way, Nick was going to win this battle.

"This is my sister, Miley," Zac mumbled, pointing to me and then back to Nick.

"Why hello there," Nick said, smirking as his eyes glued to my body, trailing up and down and then nodding in what seemed like approval. I couldn't help but blush.

"I think your way to gorgeous NOT to know me," Nick said, sending another one of his smirks to me.

I looked into his eyes which were staring at me, & saw a tiny little sparkle. I was like he was undressing me with his eyes, licking his lips. He liked what he saw, and oh yeah. He wanted me.

Zac hissed at Nick, glaring, "Don't try & play your sick games with her," Zac hissed once again, rolling his eyes.

Nick rolled his eyes and mocked him, leaning closer to me, "Say, how about you come with me, & I'll show you my car."

I nodded, and let him take my hand, Zac shooting me a look and shaking his head, obviously dispointed. I felt guilty. I knew Zac was my big brother and he only wanted to protect me, but rules are meant to be broken, right..?

Me and Nick finally got to his car, which made me smile in amusement.

"That's a corvair, it hasn't been around since-"

"Since the 1960's," Nick said with a smirk, putting my hand on his chest where his heart is. I didn't move it.

I listened as he started talking to me about the Corvair, talking about the issues it was having with running. As he talked, he opened the hood & talked about the engine.

"Well obviously it isn't running, you need a entirely new engine."

He looked at me, shock drowning on his face.

"How did you know that?"

"Well, since the Corvair is a car that isn't around anymore, just keeping the same engine you bought it with won't keep it running, so that's why you have to get a new engine every few years, " I finished, with a proud smile on my face. Nick smiled, and said a quick thanks. We ended up putting a new engine in the car, and cleaning it off. He watched me as I wiped the dust off the new engine, which I had tyed my shirt up, revealing my stomach. He licked his lips, mumbling to himself, and then coming to me.

He stood behind me, slipping his arms in between mine, resting just centimeters away from where I had rested my hands.

"You know how you start the engine right?," he whispered, letting his hands rest on my stomach, his finger gently digging into my bellybutton, making me gasp a little.

"No."

Nick smirked & smiled, slipping his hands off my stomach & putting his hands ontop of mine. Well, truthfully, I knew how to start the engine, but…it was like I was under his spell. He moved my hands with his, starting the engine. I noticed his chin on my shoulder, watching me as I slowly turned on the engine, letting his hands go to my hips & smiling proudly. I turned my head to him, my lips gently parted together, and staring at him.

He stared back, looking at my eyes.

Blue meets brown.

"You have amazing eyes," he whispered, stepping a little closer to me.

"T-Thank you," I whispered, stuttering.

Oh god.

I was already going under his spell. I felt him gently grab my face, cupping my cheeks as he planted butterfly kisses on my jawline, his lips lingering on the same spot. His hot breath slamming against my skin, making me close my eyes, letting his hands explore my curves. He looked up at me, excitement and wonder resting in his eyelids, making my stomach jump. Great, they can do gymnastics.

Just as we were about to kiss, someone cleared their throat, making me pull away, opening my eyes slowly. Standing there was Zac, who just looked pissed off. 'Shit,' I thought to myself, knowing why he was upset. Nicks arms rested around my hips, when I looked at him, he was blushing and grinning. It was clear to me he loved making Zac upset with him.

"Were you just about to suck my little sisters face off?"

I chuckled at his choice of words, giggling. But then I looked away once Zac gave me a cold, hard, glare.

"We didn't even kiss," I mumbled, trying to calm Zac down with words.

"I saw him touching your body. He was touching your chest!"

I shrugged, not honestly caring. I have them for a reason. For when I have children, and too look good.

Soon later, after Nick & Zac settled a argument, me and Zac drove home. It was 7 in the morning, and since it was the weekend, I knew both our parents would be asleep by now.

I walked inside my room, yawning. All of all that's happened, sleep has been out of the subject. I remembered what my only love had been for so long, and I was in desperate need of It, from being out all night.

Tonight had been a good night. I finally found out what Zac had been doing for so long. & I almost made out with Nick Jonas, the tough street racer who got with all the girls, won all the races, and dropped out of high school.

A/N: New story :D. Please review. I have a few more stories I'm planning on uploading on here.