Hey! This is the first chapter of my very first story, Footprints on My Heart :D Hope you enjoy it, sorry it's so short but I don't want to pack too much in too early.

Miley POV

Did it if ever occur to him to give me a call? Just a simplephone-call? Obviously not. Someone should really slap some sense into him. I'll gladly do it. I'm talking about my gorgeous, irresistible, mouth-watering, sad excuse for a boyfriend; obviously. Liam, your typical high-school hottie. Jerk, more like. Why in the world am I still with him? He never picks me up on time, he treats me like a kid, and loves it when I get jealous. He practically dangles other girls right in front of me. And with him, I'm seen as a 'slut'. Only sluts date Liam. But I'm not a slut. Okay, a lot of guys are interested in me, but that's because of the group of people I'm in.. We're what you would call 'the populars'. Doesn't mean to say I like it. In fact, I hate it. And I know what you're thinking, is she a bully? I'm definitely not a bully. If I could have my way for just one day, I'd be invisible; to take a break from all the unnecessary drama high-school involves. Well I can tell you why I'm still with Liam, because I'm scared. I'm scared to hear what he'd have to say to me when I break it to him. It's stupid I know. Friends have offered to do it for me, but then what would I look like? He'd have even more reason to call me a little kid. But I will do it. Just in my own time.. As for now, I've been sat on the edge of this damn walk-way for the past 2 hours. Supposed to pick me up at 7. It's 9. No phone-call, no text. Zilch. And worst of all, those guys smoking outside the flat opposite are really starting to creep me out.

"A'right bab? Why don't you come in sit on my lap eh? Bit warmer over 'ere.."

They all burst out in fits of laughter. I just stared out the ground and fiddled with the clasp on my purse. I digged in it for my phone, and checked my inbox. Nothing. I'll be having a serious talk with him at school tomorrow. Like I always did, got me no-where obviously. It was then whilst I was lost in thought that I glanced over and noticed one of them staring at my lower half, with a sickly gleam in his eye. I was wearing a high-waisted skirt that only just passed half-way down my thighs, and it had ridden up. I yanked it down super-fast, hoping to be discreet. Didn't work.

They all wolf-whistled in sync and started snorting and laughing hysterically. I wanted to puke. They looked passed their 40's for crying out loud, and stunk of stale beer and cigarettes.

"Don't be shy hun, come inside and 'avva fag", the visibly oldest one grunted.

Finally I got up, picked up my bag and started to walk swiftly away. I was panicking. I needed to get somewhere where there were lots of people. This place was deserted. Why had Liam said to meet me here for gods-sake? He normally comes to pick me up. I'd walked about 10 paces when I felt a strong, vigorous hand yank my arm backwards. I turned my head like lightning to see the eldest of the men staring down at me, he was breathing heavy cigarette smoke right into my face. I just wanted to puke right there, all over his already filthy shirt.

"Bitch don't walk away from me!"

"Get the hell off me, jerk!", I yelled.

I pulled my arm free of his sturdy grip and ran for my life. I wasn't going to stop until I got home. It was a good half-mile away. They wouldn't chase me that far, would they? I'm so mad at Liam it hurts. If he'd just met me where he'd said he would, tonight would have gone as planned. But this is Liam we're talking about. I was breathing heavily and so fast I thought I was going to pass out. My small heels weren't strong enough to take me the distance and within 1 second of that thought, I felt my legs give way beneath me. I fell, head first and smacked my face on the hard, mud-spattered gravel.

I must have been out for at least 10 minutes, because when I slowly opened my eyes I found myself in the strongest, warmest, sincere arms of a boy.

Look out for the next chapter to see what happens next :D