Chapter 1-Karma's a Bitch

"Nick," she moaned loving the feeling of him being in her, "yes," she hissed.

"Shut up," he ordered going in and out of her roughly.

Her heart shattered as she realized why he was ding this. "You're thinking of her, aren't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," he liked kissing her neck.

"NO," she yelled tears falling from her eyes, "NO," she screamed pushing him as hard as she possibly could.

He flew out of her and onto the ground, "what the hell," he cussed putting his boxers on before sitting on the 100% silk sheets that had been shipped to the brunette's house from China last week.

"She's dead, okay! She's not coming back," she yelled sobbing, "I'm not her," she added quietly.

"Who are yo talking about," the seventeen year asked acting confused.

"You know exactly who I'm talking about, Nicholas, don't act stupid!"

"NO," he yelled, "SAY IT! SAY HER NAME!"

"MILEY," Selena screamed, "I'M NOT MILEY AND NEVER WILL BE!"

"Exactly," he smirked, "you NEVER will be. Although she's dead, that doesn't mean her hatred for you has ended. Sure, she can't do anything to you, but I can. You're just a selfish bitch. What you did to her," he snapped shaking his head, "is unforgettable and unforgivable. I'm going to make sure you never forget what you did. You deserve hell and that's what me, Demi, Joe, and Emily are going to give you, Selena. You think I actually liked seducing you? Think again, bitch," he glared walking out of her house fully clothed and driving to the Stewart's house. His only friend who still lived there was Demi, Miley's twin sister.

"How'd it go," she asked.

"That bitch got exactly what she deserved-false hope and a good talking to. For now, we'll give a rest, but Miley will get revenge. We'll make sure of it."

"How was she in bed," Joe asked flipping through the channels of the TV.

"Awful," he replied chuckling. Sitting down on the couch, he felt his vision blur tears, "what she did to Miley, my perfect girlfriend," he muttered heartbroken.

"Don't worry," Emily smirked rubbing Nick's shoulder's, "we'll get her back."

"No one messes with my sister and gets away with it, especially when it's that bad," Joe added.

"Whatever," Nick muttered, "I'm going home. I just need to be alone," he commented walking out of the large headquarters and into his black Harley Davidson truck, one of the many cars he had. Starting the engine, he drove down the large blacktop driveway passing the fountain in the front. "Don't worry, baby," he smiled looking at a picture of Miley he kept taped to the outside of his glove compartment, "payback's a bitch. And we're that bitch. She's going to want to be in your position by the time we're done." Turning up the radio, a tear rolled down his cheek, "this is our song," he chuckled, "one of many."

"Nicky," she shrieked running around the kitchen trying to get away from him, "you can't catch me," she teased.

"And if I do," he asked trying to catch her.

"Well," she smirked seductively, "we can do anything you want."

"Oo," he chuckled, "amazing," he laughed, "I'll get you."

Running as fast as she could, she ran through the study, to the music room where she slipped through the door and into the second living room.

"Gotcha," he cheered hugging her from behind.

"I win," she mumbled close to his face.

"How," he asked confuse, "I won!"

"I get to make love to the best man in the entire world," she replied before hungrily kissing him.

"No, I won," he muttered.

"Shut up," she giggled before pulling up and into his large bedroom. Pushing him onto the bed, she straddled him before kissing him furiously.

Pulling into the driveway, he snapped himself back into reality, "you drive me crazy, dead, or alive," Nick sighed. He longed to feel her soft tan skin, he wished to smell her long chestnut colored hair, hear her sweet voice, her loud and bubbly laugh, he missed the warm and tingly feeling the blue eyed beauty's luscious lips gave him. 127 days had passed since his sweet, loving girlfriend had been taken away from him and a second didn't go by when he didn't think of her.

Slowly, he got out of his car and entered the large door of his family's mansion.

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE," his mother yelled to his father in the kitchen.

"I warn you, Nicholas," the maid, Maria, advised, "don't go in there."

"You should go home, Maria," the curly haired teen replied rubbing her arm, "take the night off. I'll cover for you. Oh, and buy yourself something pretty," he smiled. Going into his pocket, he pulled out a one-hundred dollar bill out of his black leather wallet.

"No, I can't," she said in her thick Hispanic accent.

"You can," he nodded, "just take it."

"Thank you," she smiled taking the money and leaving.

"YOU KNOW WHAT, WHEN THIS DIVORCE IS FINALIZED," his father replied with the same hatred his mother had had in her voice, "I WILL HAVE THE HOUSE AND YOU CAN HAVE THOSE STUPID CHILDREN!"

Nick didn't think kit was possible for his heart to shatter anymore that it already was, but apparently, he was mistaken. Hearing his father's words cut through his body like a knife cutting his heart out and chopping it into tiny microscopic pieces.

"Nick," his mom whispered seeing her son standing there lifeless.

Anger filled his body as he walked into the kitchen and up to his father, "do not talk to my mother like that," he sneered glaring at the older man.

"Don't talk to me like that," he shot back pushing his son.

"You're a lying, cheating asshole. You're right, mom does deserve us because if we have to live with you, I'd kill you," he threatened. Pushing his father hard into the counter, he smirked as his father groaned in pain.

Nick fell back holding his cheek unfazed by his father's punch, "go ahead! I have nothing to live fore. Kill me. You've punched me and hit me enough in my life. You tell me how it'd be so easy to kill me. So, do it. Please, I'm begging you."

"Nicholas, no," his mother spoke for the first time since he had walked into the kitchen.

"If you don't do it," he snapped at his father, "I will."

Philip sighed shaking his head, "I can't."

"Why do you want to die? I already lost someone who was like a daughter to me this year, you want me to loose a son too," Nick's mother asked heartbroken.

He couldn't bare to see his mom's torn face, "she's gone. She's gone and I can't and couldn't do anything to help her," he cried tears flowing from his eyes.

Walking up to her son, she hugged him tightly, "she'd want you to be happy."

"She deserved what she got," his father admitted, "she was quite the bitch."

That's it, he thought, "that's not true!" He rammed his head into his father's guy making him fall to the floor in pain. Straddling his father, he pinned him down and randomly started punching the lawyer.

"NICK," Joe yelled as he entered his house, running up to his little brother, he fought to get him off the beaten man.

"Get off me," Nick demanded. "I've had enough of his shit and talking about Miley was the last straw!"

"Nick," his mother, Cathy, said sternly, "stop," she whispered rubbing her second youngest son's back slowly attempting to calm him down.

"WHY ARE YOU STANDING UP FOR HIM," he questioned still throwing punches at the bleeding father.

"I'm not. I'm standing up for her. She wouldn't want this. She would want you and this family, including your father, to be safe and happy, okay? Come on, sweetie. Go get some sleep."

Sighing in defeat, he stood up glaring at the passed out man whose blood surrounded him, "karma's a bitch," he mumbled before running upstairs.

"What the hell was that," his brother asked his shaking brother after running up behind him.

"Justice. He said Miley was a bitch and that she deserved what she got." Falling onto his bed, he felt a waterfall of tears running out of his dark brown eyes, "she didn't deserve to be murdered," he sobbed.

"Of course she didn't," Joe replied laying on his back on the large king sized bed, "if that's what happened."

He sighed, "what else could've happened that night?"

"A freak accident? A heart failure? She fell asleep at the wheel? No one knows. They'll never know unless they find her body."

"I'll kill Selena if she finds out she has anything to do with this."

"And what would that do besides make you a murderer? She wouldn't want that. Plus, they couldn't even find her."

"I love how everyone thinks they know what she'd want. You don't."

"Then think rationally!"

"So you getting high every night, Joe, you're thinking rationally?"

"I don't do that because of her," he lied.

"Oh no," Nick asked, "then why do you?"

"It's fun."

"Bull shit! Admit it! You do it because of her!"

"Fine," Joe sighed, "yes, okay? You're not the only heartbroken one."

"She wasn't your other half."

"No, you're right. I'm not. But, I mean, I am crazy about her twin sister. And Miles meant a lot to me."

"Right, Dems," he smiled faintly, "you two are good together, you know?"

"I know," he chuckled, "we told each other we loved each other tonight."

"First time," Nick wondered surprised.

"Yeah," he sighed dreamily. Seeing his brothers shocked expression, he laughed, "what?"

"You two have been going out for what, ten months?"

"No, nine and a half…"

"Dude, you're you! How does that work? Haven't you guys.."

"No," he blushed, "look, I'm waiting for her to tell me she's ready. It took me a really long time to actually get her to go out with me and I'm not going to ruin it."

"Okay," he laughed shaking his head, "I'm just not sure how you've been holding out for nine and a half months."

"Shut up," he laughed, "okay, I have to go and…study," he lied rushing out of his brother's room and into his. Looking under his bed, he grabbed a shoe box and opened it. Looking under the random pictures, he found what he had been looking for. Taking out the little baggie, he took the white powder and snuffed it, sighing, he slowly saw all his problems disappearing. Except for one thing, a pair of big bright blue eyes. "Go away," he begged letting a silent tear fall from his eyes.

"Joe," she laughed splashing him in the cool ocean waters of the Bahamas, "stop!"

"Me 'stop'," he snickered, "you're the one splashing me!"

"Well, you started it!"

Running up to her, he picked up the petite cheerleader and flung her over his shoulder.

"PUT ME DOWN," she yelled laughing.

"NEVER," he cackled running around in the blue clear sea.

"Joey! Put me down," she giggled.

"No, you're not being polite," he declined.

"Please, oh, dear Joseph, put me down."

"Okay," he sighed, "fine," he threw her off his shoulder and into the deep water.

"Joe," she gasped winded and laughing.

"Haha!" He teased taking a step towards the blue orbed prep.

"Haha," she mocked, "you're mean."

Taking another step forward, he was less than three inches in front of Miley.

"Joe," she muttered, "what are yo-"

He placed his lips on her lips kissing her loving yet roughly. Happiness struck him as he felt her kiss back even more passionately. She forked his dark brown short hair with her long manicured fingers. Pulling her closer, he wrapped his long built arms around her waist. And only when breathing became a problem did he pull away, "whoa," he whispered fazed.

"Whoa," she repeated biting her bottom lip trying to hid a showing smile.

"Whoa is right," Emily remarked shocked at what she had just witnessed.

"Emily," Joe muttered shocked.

Miley shot out of his embrace like a rocket, "Em, please, don't tell anyone! It was just a one time thing and it'll never happen again," she panicked.

"Don't worry," Emily smiled, "it'll be our little secret. Just don't let it happen again."

"Don't let what happen again," Nick questioned coming up from behind Miley and giving her a chaste kiss on her soft neck.

"Where have you been," Miley asked her boyfriend of one year and seven months.

"Well, I slept in, studied for exams a little, and then looked for you which-here you are," he laughed.

"Here I am," he mumbled before kissing his loving girlfriend passionately.

Joe stood there watching Nick and Miley make out with the same exact way Miley and Joe had just done.

"I love you," Nick smiled to his girlfriend.

"Not as much as I love you," she replied.

"Hey, Joey," Demi greeted walking over to her group of friends.

"Hey, baby," he smiled before kissing her roughly.

"Aren't we lucky, sis," Demi asked her twin sister.

"Yeah," she replied cuddling up to Nick, "we are dating the best boys in the world."

"And we are dating the best girls in the world," Nick replied for him and Joe.

"Right," the older brother agreed putting on a fake smile.

"Hey," Emily said shaking Joe.

Getting out of the flashback, he looked at the blonde teenager who had, at some point, walked into Joe's pitch dark room turning on the closet light, Joe asked her, "when did you get here?"

"A few moments ago, are you high?"

"My brother has no idea that I lost the love of my life too," he sighed ignoring her question.

"That one kiss wasn't it, was it," she asked.

"We tried to make it be, but we just couldn't stop thinking about that kiss a-and we couldn't stop thinking about each other, you know? We made out a few times a month. We were more than friends for a year and a half. I felt awful about it, so did she, but we couldn't stop. The night that Nick and Miley lost their virginities to each other, she told me whatever we had between us was over. Even though I told her every day, I was crazy about her," he sighed shaking his head, "she didn't care."

"You actually believe that," Emily laughed shaking his head," she cared. She hated it, but she cared more than she wanted to. It's not that she left you in the dust, it's that she knew it was wrong. She figured out that she loved your brother more than she loved you. She felt terrible. She'd always talk about how guilty she was about how she ended things with you."

"I know she died happy, but I just wish that- I don't know, we had actually tried to go out, not just make out, you know?"

"I know, but what about Demi?"

"What about her?"

"Don't you love her?"

"Yeah," he smiled thinking of his girlfriend, "I really do."