High school, its every intermediate person's dream. You arrive with your new stylish backpack's ( dickies, because they are so in these days and you have to have one.) stand in front of the door gates and welcome yourself to adulthood, well at least something close to it.

You can't really describe high school because really, so many descriptions can sum it up, but there is one that comes close : Jungle.

You've got the populars as Predators. The nerds, dweebs or whatever they label them these days as the victims and you've got the bypassers in the middle just trying to survive it all.

I'm Miley Stewart, I go to Pacific Vista high , I'm a bypasser and most of all I think high school sucks.

Sucks.

"Welcome to another year of Pacific lame." I mumbled, tearing the door open as I made way into hell. " I hate this place."

"Ditto." Demi agreed, slinging her jet black hair to one side so it can all flow to one shoulder. I was worried about her at first. Brunette suited her well and I thought dying it black would be a little to the extremes but I guess I got used to it. Besides, new year, new hair, new attitude. " I hope we're not stuck with Mr. Testa again."

I groaned, my unique blue eyes blazing into one of annoyance. " Don't remind me. I can't handle sitting next to Nick the Dick again."

"He's not that bad." Demi sympathized.

"You're entitled to think that. You're dating his brother." I reminded her, smiling a little at the sight of the love sick smile that spread through my best friend's face. I was totally against it in the beginning, what with Joe being Nick's brother and all but once I caught the two of them together, I was smitten. She's happy with him and he's happy with her and Joe's actually not a bad guy.

They've been going out for a year.

"Speaking of brothers." Demi mumbled, her smile growing as she locked eyes with the handsome brunette speeding down the corridor. He passed Miley, flashing her a quick smile before dipping down and kissing his girlfriend.

So cute.

"Oh c'mon people. Get a room." I joked, making the couple separate before they had a chance to properly greet each other. Joe curled his arm around Demi's shoulders, pulling her flush against his side.

"Jealous." Joe stuck his tongue out childishly. "You wish you had this."

"No I really don't. I know its all mostly sticks and bones, anyway."

"Gasp." Joe exaggerated, clutching his heart and I rolled my eyes in synch with Demi.

"You're such a goofball." I replied.

"Goofball happens to know the hottest ladies." Joe boasted in response.

"Suck up."

"With reason."

"Really, Dems, really?" I teased, referring to her off the looney bin boyfriend.

Demi laughed. " I love my baby, even if he is a goofball."

"Aaw!"

I laughed, my bright blue eyes sparkling as I shook with each double of laughter. Watching Joe mimick girls with a high pitched voice, squishing Demi into a hug while Demi feigned disinterest, rolling her eyes.

Like I said, perfection. Somewhere, someday I hope I find that.

Love.

But I get it. It's not in the stars for me, at least not yet. I'm not what you could call popular. I don't have guys hanging all over me and I'm definitely not a Beyoncé in the making. I'm just me. Simple old me.

With my long brunette waves, long legs, skinny arms and decent chest, I wasn't exactly ugly either. My eyes and my smile however make me all the more unique.

Once we had our assembly with the same old speech being repeated every year ( I mean, you'd think they'd switch it up in the last three years?) and we'd received our schedules, the corridors crowded with students making their way into their classes.

"Who'd you get?" Demi asked, falling into step with me.

"Testa."

"Testa." She mimicked with the exact same dread and I sighed. I should've expected it, but at least, I had my best friend beside me to spice up the boredom.

Like I said, I hate high school.

"Welcome students." Mr. Testa said, re-arranging his glasses as we filed into the classroom making me roll my eyes. He was so annoying. His nasally voice just irritated me and if I hadn't been through all this already, I'd be praying that I'd get a seat in the back row. But, like I said, I've been through this already. With my predictions, I'd be getting the front row.

Again.

"Miley Stewart." called out, pointing me out to a seat. I grudgingly followed his instructions, not in the least pleased. I knew it. Front row again . I can't say it enough, high school sucks.

It only got downhill from there.

He walked in.

I'm not going to lie. He's the definition of good looking, beautiful, handsome, sexy, whatever you want to call it. He's hot. He knows it, the school knows it and he's not afraid to broadcast it. With those unruly curls of brown ruling his head, that face, that smirk and that body, he had everyone falling to his feet the first few moments he stepped into Pacific Vista.

Girls want him. Guys want to be him. Everyone likes him.

Except me. He's a popular. ( 'Nuff said.)

He's a jackass.

And he's making his way to me.

You can't be serious.

"You can't be serious." I wailed to Mr. Testa. I don't care if I sound like a whiny, complaining little child. This isn't fair. This is injustice. I want out.

Mr. Testa looked up, sighing with irritation. " Ms. Stewart. We go through this every year. I expect to make it short this year. Your sitting next to him. He's sitting next to you. End of story."

"It's a new year, we can mix it up." I suggested. I really didn't want to sit next to him. It's torture. Seriously. "Seriously, I don't like him. I'm sure Charlene would love my position."

Charlene Jacobson, one of the wannabees. She's wanted him from the get-go and in with claiming, comes pathetic seduction. Seriously, tight skin shirts and thrusting your boobs in your face… talk about trying too hard.

Mr. Testa gritted his teeth. " Ms. Jacobson already has a seating partner, Ms. Stewart. I don't think it's fair that we have to take the time to switch spots all because of a whiny petulant teenager who hasn't got the concept of maturity yet, do you?"

I flushed with redness as the whole classroom laughed. Including him. It was official, Testa hated me. I ignored the sympathetic look Demi flashed me from all the way in the back room and sunk lower into my chair.

Kill. Me. Now.

"It's okay, you know. He's bound to go easy on you now that your seen with me for the rest of the year." He said, and I felt my anger rise as it stirred up inside of me. Him.

Now you can kill me.

My wavy brown locks flew as I whipped my face around to stare at him. " Go to hell."

"Only if I meet you there." He winked.

Gag me.

"Eew."

He studied me, brown beautiful eyes staring into mine, as if absorbing me, luring me in. " I don't get you."

"Just like you don't get anything that has something to do with intelligence but I'm sure you can get your little sidekicks to help you with that."

"Billions of girls want me, you know?"

I snorted. " Yeah, I only wonder why."

Nick shrugged, unfazed. " Your not that hot, anyway."

I blinked, trying to hide the hurt I felt inside. Yeah, I know, I shouldn't be affected, but somehow, Nick Grey always managed to get to me. I didn't need a reminder of how beautiful I could be, I get it. Supermodel looks just weren't my thing.

"Fuck you." I hissed lowly.

"Sorry, I don't go for nobodies."

"Ugh!" I shrieked. I've had enough, already, and we've only just started class. How the hell was I supposed to handle this thing for the rest of the school year.

Yeah, Testa hated me.

Somehow, in the middle of all the commotion, I managed to hang on to what Testa was saying. After much praise to our school quarterback considering their earth shattering success last year ( Nick Grey? You guessed right.) and the same blah blah blah that comes out of his mouth, I was surprised to hear Testa announce that we have an assignment.

Already.

Hello? First day of School.

See? School sucks.

"Don't look at me like that." Testa murmured hotly, once getting all the dirty looks thrown his ways. "Vacation's over, school has just begun and while it's all about gossiping and catching up with friends on the first day, let me introduce you to the beauty of lunch."

'Bitch' Demi mouthed and I nodded in agreement.

Seriously.

"Our first lesson this year is Parenting." My eyes widened, he couldn't be serious. " As we all know, when teenagers reach a certain age, at a certain point of time urges become available to you, strong urges. " Oh God. " Sex is what mostly occupies young students of this generation, and with sex comes responsibility, maturity and the road to adulthood: parenthood."

I really didn't need to hear this, I really didn't need to hear this, I chanted in my head. Is this for real? Out of all teachers, out of all people to do this parenting unit with us, of all people, the teacher who absolutely despised kids, is teaching us how to become parents. Lord have mercy on whoever has him as a dad.

"Instead of teaching, I figured, how about I make it fun and have you learn yourselves instead? ." I listened on to his nasally voice in confusion. " Each of you will have a partner. One boy, one girl. You will be married to this partner,coming together as one and equally taking care of a baby for the rest of the year. This counts as 50% of your grade so if you so much as mistreat or slack this assignment, you are most likely bound to fail."

I couldn't fail. I won't fail. Not with my goals. Princeton all the way, baby and since I knew I couldn't pay for it, I'm planning on going through that ride with a scholarship. I turned around, meeting eyes with Oliver. He's another best friend of mine, we get each other, there's no way we can fail.

"I will be picking your partners." Mr. Testa announced and I felt my heart drop in my chest.

Just great.

I won't fail. I won't fail.

I waited with bated breath, eager to see who my partner would be. I watched as various students got their partners. Demi got Joe which is going to be comical really, Joe as a father? He's still through kid phase himself. Oliver got Charlene which I cringed at, hopefully she wouldn't be too bad, although I could already hear her pointing out that their child would be called Nick Jr.

It continued on until last choices were Me, Jake, Sandra and Nick.

Well, atleat Jake was better than Nick.

"Miley Stewart and Nick Grey." Testa announced and it was like the world stopped spinning on its axis and just lost its balance.

Its like Africa suddenly got a rush of snow and the Sahara Desert suddenly was overflown with water.

You're kidding.

"You're kidding." I spat out, unknowingly saying the same exact words as Nick at the exact same time.

Mr. Testa shook his head, exhaustedly. What did he have to be exhausted about? " Oh look, your getting along already."

"I can't be paired up with her!"

"I can't be paired up with him!"

"What's wrong with me?"

"What's wrong with me?" I retorted back, fire blazing into my eyes as my hands stood firm at my hips.

"Mr. Testa sir, I can't be married to her. I think it'd be better if I just patched up with Sandra." Nick asked sweetly, making me want to gag. Sandra had big boobs, Sandra was wearing a lowcut shirt. Get my drift anyone?

"You can't be married to me? I can't be married to you! How am I supposed to handle parenthood with this idiot as a father to my child. He can barely master how to use his hands with anything other than football. How is he supposed to take care of a baby?"

"Football isn't the only things I know how to use my hands with." He hinted, winking at Sandra and I shuddered in disgust.

"Oh, ew."

"ENOUGH!" Mr. Testa exploded, shutting both me and Nick up. I have never seen him that mad before. Silence spread across our classroom for the first time. " Ms. Stewart you are with Mr. Grey, Mr. Grey you are with Ms. Stewart. This conversation is finished. You are forced to deal with each other, you are forced to be nice with each other, you are forced to work together and somehow, I'm hoping this will rearrange this mutual hatred you have for the other. It's getting ridiculous!" He exhaled, releasing his inner anger. " Now come on up, get your child and shut up."

Begrudgingly I followed his orders, nudging Nick in the stomach as he muttered something about pmsing. He was right though, Mr. Testa was pmsing. I think it's the first time I could actually agree with Nick Grey.

I held my baby in my hands, smiling a little. So this is it, my baby. Sure he's fake, with fake brown eyes and a fake button nose and can't go through growth but its mine. I'm excited, I always wanted to prove I could be a kick ass parent. I'm so scoring that A.

That was until Nick, eager to dispatch the child from my arms, jerks it away only to have it fall to the floor, emitting a loud wail.

"Shit." Nick cursed, noticing his fault. I groaned, running a hand through my thick waves.

"I want a divorce."

It was no use, though. I'm stuck with this unusual punishment.

It's decided.

High School is hell.

Sooo this is just the beginning. I really hope you like it. It took some time. Don't worry, things will get better. Till next time, Adios!

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Nicki M.