A/N: Ok, so this is my first story. Please be nice, but helpful criticism is always welcome:) R&R please!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana. Santa, Santa, that's what I want for Christmas!
Lilly's POV:
So here I was again; alone.
Well, not exactly.
Atleast I made it to the dance this time, but I have no idea why.
Maybe because my date was supposed to meet me here, but called and canceled at the last minute. He said he was sick.
I was really bummed, but I told him to get better.
So now I was stuck here at a stupid dance, dateless and bored.
It didn't help that I was wearing a very uncomfortable dress, my hair was fixed awkwardly, I was wearing way more makeup than usual, and I had these huge heels on. I felt totally girlish and uncomfortable. I mean, I could barely move or walk anywhere.
Oh how I hate dances.
You might be wondering what girl doesn't like dances and getting all made up.
Well, some just don't, and I'm one of those girls.
Lilly Truscott, skater girl and tomboy extraordinaire.
But my best friend Miley suggested that I get all dressed up again, considering this is the last dance of the ninth grade.
So I did, and Miley was nowhere to be found.
I sighed and scanned the dance floor. There were lots of students from Seaview dancing. . . . Becca and Matt . . . . Saint Sarah and "Hottie" Gamodi (they became a couple after the Matt incident) . . . . Lucas and some girl . . . . Amber and Johnny Collins . . . . Ashley and Josh . . . . Miley and Dex.
Wait a second, Miley and Dex? Well, I found her.
I walked over to the punch table and poured myself a cup. I sipped until I felt a pair of hands cover my eyes.
"Guess who." I knew who it was, but I played along anyway.
"Oh my gosh, is it Orlando Bloom?! Have you finally come for me?"
"Oh Lils," I heard him sigh and move his hands.
I turned around to a smiling Oliver and couldn't help but grin.
"Punch?"
"Uh, sure," he said.
I handed him a cup and saw him just staring at me.
"What?" I questioned, "Is something on my face?"
I quickly covered my cheek with one hand and reached for my purse with the other. I unzipped it, but Oliver stopped me by laying a hand on my shoulder.
"No, nothing's wrong with your face." He shook his head and smiled.
"Then what is it?"
"W-well . . . y-you look n-nice," he stuttered, his eyes wide.
"Why thank you," I joked, twirling around and grinning.
Oliver grinned, then glanced out upon the dance floor.
"So . . . where's your date?" he asked, casually taking a sip from his punch.
"Sick," I said, looking up at him.
"Where's yours?"
"I dunno. I think she bailed on me," he said nonchalantly, but I could tell he was upset.
"Aw, it's okay, Ollie."
I put my hand on his shoulder and squeezed it tight, trying to reassure him.
"Thanks, Lils."
"No problem."
I quickly removed my hand, taking a drink.
"Ollie!" I heard a girl's voice cry out.
"Huh?" Oliver turned around and saw a blonde girl running toward him.
"Oliver! I've been looking for you everywhere! Where have you been, silly?" she said, giggling and slapping his shoulder playfully.
A look of confusion crossed my face.
Who is she? Is that Oliver's date?
My eyes started to slowly narrow unconsciously.
"Uh, just hanging out. Where were you?"
"Looking for you! Duh, Olliekins!" she giggled, pulling him onto the dance floor.
"N-no, I don't dance, Aly," he protested, desperately trying to get out her grip.
I laughed as she tugged harder and the two of them were soon in the middle of the dance floor.
This is should be interesting, I thought.
I laughed hard as Oliver tried to dance. He looked so funny.
That boy always could make me laugh.
My smile faded when I saw Jake approach me.
What is he doing here?
"Sup, Lilly? Do you know where Miley is?" he asked breathlessly.
"Over there," I pointed and his face lit up once he caught sight of her.
He started walking, smoothing his hair and patting it down, but stopped when he saw Dex.
He came back over to me, asking, "Lilly, who is that?"
"Dex," I replied, "Miley and him began hanging out when you left for your movie."
"Oh."
I turned back around and poured myself some more punch, but when I faced the crowd again, Oliver was gone.
Where did he go?
I was about to go look for him, but Jake stopped me.
"Lilly?"
"Yeah?"
"Would . . . would you like to dance?" he asked, staring me straight in the eyes.
"That's very nice but- wait, is this just another plan to make Miley jealous?" I questioned in an angry tone, tapping my foot.
"No, no, no! Of course not! I would never do that again. Promise," he said.
I bit my lip.
Well, why not?
"I would love to," I told Jake and he smiled.
He put his hand out and escorted me to the dance floor.
A fast, catchy tune came on just as I spotted Miley after losing her again.
She was staring straight at both of us. Glaring daggers in my direction.
I quickly turned back around to Jake and wrapped my arms around his neck.
His hands drifted to my waist and a slow song started playing.
I finally spotted Oliver.
What is he doing?!
He was making out with that giggling blonde and I couldn't stand it.
They were directly in front of me, and I stared at them for five minutes.
My mind just would not focus on Jake, the music, or anything.
"I'll be right back, Jake," I told him and he nodded.
I stumbled through the crowd and into the restroom.
I collapsed my head in my hands on top of the sink and sighed.
Just then, the door swung open and Miley entered.
"Oh, hey Miles," I said cheerfully.
"I saw you and Dex getting close out there." I winked, nudging her in the shoulder.
She turned around and faced me.
"Well aren't you and Jake just chummy?" she asked with sarcasm dripping off her words.
She sounded just like Luann.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, shocked at how Miley could be doing this to me again.
"Oh, I don't know! Maybe how you were dancing this close with my ex!" she said, making a tiny space between her fingers to prove her point.
"I thought you were over him!"
"I am!"
"I think someone's jealous," I said in a sing-song voice.
"No, I'm not! It's the unwritten code of girls; you never go out with your best friend's ex!"
"Well, why didn't someone tell me this?!" I demanded.
"Because you're supposed to know!"
"Well, I didn't!"
"You do now! So get away from him!"
"Hey, he asked me to dance, not the other way around!"
"Pfft," Miley said, rolling her eyes in a disbelieving way.
"Oh, you don't believe me?!"
"Of course not! I've known you liked Jake for a long time!"
"Longer than you have! He is technically mine in the 'unwritten girl code'." I smirked.
"Ugh!" Miley glared, scrunching up her nose. She turned her back to me as she fixed her hair.
"Why do you care anyway? You have Dex!"
"It's not about that! It's just . . . ugh! Stay away from Jake!" She stomped out of the bathroom, slamming the door.
I sighed, then let a couple of tears fall down my cheeks.
Not again.
I didn't even realize how long I had been in there until I heard a soft knock on the door and Jake's voice asking, "Lilly? You in there?"
"Yeah," I said, sniffling.
I walked toward the door as it opened and Jake appeared.
"Oh, Lilly, what happened?" he asked in a concerned voice as we strolled to the punch table.
"Me and Miley, we got in another fight," I mumbled, flicking an empty cup.
Jake smiled weakly.
"I'm sure you guys will work it out. You always do."
I smiled up at him, then grabbed his hand and dragged him to the dance floor.
"C'mon, I need to get my mind off of it!" I laughed as we made our way to the middle of the gym and started dancing to an upbeat song.
Maybe Jake won't be so bad...
I did not know that, during this moment, two glares were directed toward us.
One, of course, from Miley. Her eyes were narrow slits pointed toward me.
And a very surprising person was staring at Jake and me, his brown eyes cloudy with anger, or jealousy, or whatever he was looking at Jake with.
Oliver Oken, my other best friend, was staring madly right at Jake.
I could definitely feel the love.
A/N: Chapter two coming soon! Now, please press that little purplish-blueish-violet button in the bottom left corner. :)
-Kelsi A.K.A countingsheep