A/N: It's simple, I was mad and ready to burst. See this is why I like writing, I can take it out on the computer, straight to the keyboard and right into a story. Switch it up a bit and get a little bit of a plot. Anywho I think it's worth the read and then review and let me know...Miley's POV
More Than Useless
I hate it. I hate it all. If you think I'm talking about high school, no, but then again that's also true. High school is a real pain in the ass. It's something that kids have to be put through for 4 years, then they let you out. Oh and one of the worst parts, is that you happen to be going through your awkward teenage years, when you suddenly you get thrown into the dump these adults call a school. I mean isn't it really ironic that your teenage phases are happening at the same time? It's like these adults think they're doing you a favor by throwing you into a mix of other kids with the same problems. Then hoping that things can be talked and worked out with each other. Thinking that we'll understand one another, when really they are so not helping us at all. They are making it worse. It can be tricky, but if you're smart, then you'll realize that all the high school kids are being manipulated in a way. We have to survive the cliques that decide to form, because they have nothing better to do. Then on top of that we have school work. So it's really a no win situation. If you look at it in a positive way, then you might survive, but who am I joking? There is no positive way to think about high school. Either be in a clique or be kicked out as a loser on the side lines. That's how the school I go to works. Everyone calls it Seaview High. As for me, I prefer the term Shit view hell. I think it rolls off the tongue better. Seaview sounds too cheesy and happy for me, where as shit view hell is a perfect fit to what I see when I go and look in the school every day. It's basically hell and it sucks, but how else am I gonna live?
My main point though, about what I really hate is life. It sucks to the fullest. Although I manage to move on with my life the way I like. I do things my way and I don't give a damn about what other people think. The only reason I enjoy life is because I do it the way I want. I only tell my parents what they want to hear and what they don't know won't hurt them right? Well that's a saying I'll always love. It's a simple thing to go by and it has always worked for me and it always will.
So, back to the topic of school. A couple years have passed, finally junior year is over with and finally senior year is starting. Only one more year to go. One more year at shit view and walking through the hallways of hell. I have never though I could survive these halls, squishing past other kids to get to my classes, enduring endless hours of lectures, sitting alone each lunch time and then practically failing each class, yet barely passing. I was about ready to give up. Even though it was senior year, I was about ready to drop out of this hell hole. But I decided to brave the first day of the last year and I was sure glad I did.
That morning I dressed in my usual attire. A short sleeve t-shirt and really low cut, low enough to see my belly button piercing and still tight all around me. I also had a small pierce on my nose as well. Then my faded skinny jeans, with rips on the knees and the thighs in front. And last I couldn't forget my black and white, high top converse. Then I debated on clipping my hair up. I decided to leave the naturally curly, brunette hair down as I most often do. I looked in the mirror just before leaving my room. Thinking back, my look oddly seemed to attract guys, I simply got stares of delight from them, but I didn't care about them. I mostly went on my way with my own business. But when I drove up to school on the first day of senior year, high school was never going to be the same.
I pulled up in the school lot and of course there was a small line of cars, trying to find a space. I always seemed to arrive at the worst timing. Although I had about 10 minutes to spare. So I was just fine sitting in my convertible, top down and the sun beating down on me, pressing on the gas about 2 miles an hour in a line of about 8 cars. Horns honking, kids shouting and swearing and music blasting from other cars. School just couldn't get any better then this right? A small smile came to my face as I thought about my dry humor. I turned my head left and right, looking for anything else interesting around. At the right was the entrance to the building and right then, walking inside, I saw her. The most beautiful blond haired girl I've ever seen.
Being at this school for 3 years and now starting my 4th, you learn to never forget a face. But hers...hers I had never seen before and I certainly won't forget it now. She has got to be a new student and I'd love to show her around. I may not be the best looking tour guide at first sight, but hopefully I'd have a chance. If she's gonna learn how things work around here, I think out of anyone it should be me, given the fact that I have the most knowledge when it comes to this school. Only if I could get out of this line soon enough. See the only reason I don't care about guys, is that I never wanted to waste my time with them. Then one day I realized I could like girls too, as I started to find them attractive as well, but I don't plan on wasting my time with anyone soon. After that, the thought occurred to me that I'm most likely bi, but I don't give a shit about labels. Although as for the wasting my time theory, I might just toss that aside for now. Because that girl is beautiful beyond anyone else I have ever seen. First thing is to just park, then run in...
"Hey! You're holding up the line bitch!" A kid behind me honked his horn and yelled.
I had been staring over at the school doors and lost in thought, not even thinking about what the cars statuses were at. Not until this honk snapped me out of my thoughts and back into reality. I turned around a little, enough for him to see my face. "Don't worry smart ass, you'll get what's coming." I shouted back. He rolled his eyes and let his head fall forward against the wheel, causing an unintentional honk. Then I sped off and looked for a space. Idiot, you'd think he'd remember what my car looks like by now.
One other thing, I've built myself a reputation at this school. At first I didn't notice. It happened slowly, then by my soft more year, I was pegged as the school punk and I came across as very intimidating. Since there weren't any punks in the school and I always dressed like one, acted like one and was very persuasive, rumors were spread and now this is who I am. I know that kid, but he obviously didn't recognize me from the back, although he was smart enough to catch my double meaning. I said a lot of things like that and followed through on most of them, to jerk people around in order to keep my rep and become who I am today. Even though I have a rep that sounds cool, it's not very fun at times. And high school still seems like hell. Although it wouldn't be such a bad place anymore. Now that I saw that girl at least.
I pulled in to the closest place I could find, then hopped out, grabbed my bag, locked my car and ran into the building with about 5 minutes to spare. I looked straight ahead of me. There she was, waiting in a short line for her schedule. School was close enough to starting, so the hallways were beginning to clear. Then I casually leaned against a wall near the front office. When she got a paper, she looked down at it and started walking towards me. I figured I shouldn't approach her, cause I wasn't that type. Hoping she would see me, I waited a few seconds as she walked passed me, then she stopped and looked up from the paper and at me. But to my luck, the idiot from the car walked in and quickly walked to class in the opposite direction. I was never one to let some dork slip away. Especially one that I wasn't finished with yet. Over time I had let this feeling over power me and I became immune to it.
"Yo Oken! Don't ever call me shit like that again. And you heard me earlier, so I'll see you at your locker after class."
"But Stewart I-I didn't know. I'm sor-"
"I don't care. Just shut up and go to class."
He started mumbling and continued to walk away. Luckily he was a good distance away.
Then I turned back around, only to see the girl staring back at me, confused and a little wide eyed.
"Hi." She said.
"Um hey, sorry about that. I uh..."
"Yeah what was that about?"
"Kid called me a name while we were parking in the lot." I shrugged.
"I see, so now it's payback time?" she said simply.
"Exactly."
"Just calling him names and you're gonna what...pound on him after class?"
"Exactly."
"So you never think about saying that it's ok and moving on?"
"Exactly...wait what?" she completely caught me off guard.
A small smirk came across the corner of her mouth. "Just wondering if that thought has ever crossed your mind, but it sure seems like you're the type that holds grudges."
"Well uh, I don't...actually I do...I mean I-" I stuttered.
"It sure seems like you do."
We stood in silence for several seconds, in the deserted hallway.
"Wow, first impressions are tough and I really tanked on this, didn't I?" I sighed, disappointed in myself. Who was I trying to impress?
She chuckled. "Yeah you kinda did. But I didn't think the school bully could completely switch gears and be nice." she said and started walking, so did I.
"Bully? I am not, I'm just a punk."
"Well isn't that pretty close? And with the way you ordered that kid around, it sounds like it." she shrugged.
What the hell? "Alright then, I guess so. Anyway I just waited by, because I wanted to know if you need help finding those classes?" I pointed at her paper, she just looked at me confused. "You know nevermind, I-I'll just leave you to your...thoughts. D-don't mind me." I started walking away.
"Wait, hold on now. It's ok I don't mind you showing me around." She smiled.
"Really? The girl you just called a bully?" I said with slight sarcasm.
"Exactly, because of the way you talked to that kid and then to me. So you're a punk and I think there's an actual girl somewhere in there."
What was with her? Does she really see something in me? And for some reason I have a different feeling around her. "Well alright...oh uh, my name's Miley by the way."
"And the last name is Stewart?"
"Yeah, that's kinda what I go by. Well mostly what I go by, here anyway. And my family are the only people that call me Miley and so can you." I nodded my head a bit nervously.
"Must be tough." she simply said.
"What do you mean?"
"If you're only known by your last name here, I'm guessing you don't have any real friends?"
I stopped walking and spoke loudly. "Hey, you can't just assume I..." anger took over me again, but I didn't want to get mad at her, so I calmed myself down and let her know she was right. I sighed deeply, "I don't, you're right I don't." I spoke softly. "Sorry for that." I started walking again. When I started shouting, she had given me a calming look, to which I had calmed down at. There was something calming about looking into her eyes.
"It's ok, don't worry about it. You're right though, I shouldn't have automatically assumed. But I'm sorry you don't have anyone."
"It's fine, you get used to it after 3 years." I said simply. Then took a quick side glance at her. Her eyebrows were furrowed and face expression read concern. Then I looked forward again. "So what's your name? I don't believe we ever got there."
She chuckled. "Oh right, it's Lilly Truscott. Hey can I ask you...oh wait, before I forget and you might be wondering too, I was given a little slip of paper in case I'm late and I have to be in class by...ha, look at that." Lilly showed my the paper.
"They forgot to write in a time? Sweet! I could definitely take advantage of that." we both laughed.
"Anyway, as I was saying before, can I ask you something?"
"Sure, I guess." I shrugged my shoulders.
"This little split personality you've got going on has made me curious, what makes you...you?"
I slid my hands in my back pockets and slowed the pace. I thought deeply about this, as I had never been asked a question like this, or even given it any thought. I looked at our surroundings and it took a minute for me to realize that we had just been walking around the hallways, rather then actually looking for the classes that we should have been looking for. Then it took another minute for me to think and finally put into words my answer to the question Lilly had just asked.
A/N: I was thinking this might just be a oneshot. But I don't know. You guys tell me if this shit I threw together should be a story. Review? Peace! (Oh btw, check out a cool Emily Osment website made by one of our fellow FF authors, DisneyFanGirl27. It's called Emily Osment Support and the link is in my profile...)
