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A/N: I shouldn't be posting another story up, but I can't help it! I should be focusing on school and all that ish, but idears just pop into my head and I have to get them out. I should also be working on my other stories, but major writer's block will be used as an excuse for me =D. Anyway, read the story and leave a review after you're done! Let me know what you think. Happy Reading.

CHAPTER 1

It's funny how we actually got together. Really, it is. It's been a couple of years, but the memories from that day are still fresh in my head, like it just happened yesterday. It's crazy when I think about it. I was so different back then, and then I met her. She's changed my life for the better and I am so thankful that she's in it. It's been rough, I know it has, but she's stuck by my side all this time.

It was because of a volleyball tournament that we met. The tournament is a one day event where clubs and organizations from all over southern California drive to Cal State Long Beach to have fun and compete. It starts off early in the morning and ends late in the afternoon. Teams go against each other, the best out of five sets gets to continue, while the loser packs up their things to leave and/or stay to cheer on the friends that they've made.

But it wasn't during the actual tournament that we met. No... it was during the practice our organization, Educated Men with Meaningful Messages (EM3 for short), had the week before. The practice was for the teammates to get to know each other better, fill out paperwork, and see what each of us had to offer.

I, of course, knew everyone. Everyone except her. Most of the people there were my cousins, family friends, or cousins of friends, but her... I didn't know her at all. I didn't really pay much attention to her, I honestly thought she was some girly girl there for attention. I mean, the way she ducked away when a ball came towards her and screamed kind of made me annoyed. I'm a very competitive person and I didn't want someone who ducked and covered whenever a volleyball flew towards them to ruin my shot at winning. I know, I know. It's supposed to be a friendly little tournament, but when trophies and medallions are awarded, that's all I see and want.

It was only a practice, but I played as if it were the real thing. She was on the opposing team, and somehow all of my aces always found its way to her. At first it was funny, watching her squirm, after a while I got annoyed, then I just felt sorry for her altogether. The guys on her team were getting irritated with how she didn't even try to hit a ball when it was on her side of the court, she just stood there and let it bounce on the floor. I didn't really do anything at first, I mean, I didn't know her so what could I do? I knew the guys though, so I told them to shut the fuck up and leave her alone, coaxing a grateful smile out of her. I usually don't curse much, but the pained and hurt expression she had on her face every time they said something inappropriate got to me for some reason. Right then and there though, I came up with a conclusion... I'd come to her rescue, all the time, if it got her to smile like that again towards me.

We didn't really talk until everyone voted on a water break. She was sitting on the cooler when I asked if I could get a bottle of water, of course she said yeah and got off of the cooler until I pulled two bottles of ice cold water out of there. After I said thanks I went up to my best friend, Oliver Oscar Oken, and gave him one of the bottles.

"Who's that girl sitting on the cooler?" I asked him, twisting the cap off of the bottle. We both turned our attention to the brunette with stunning blue eyes.

"Jackson's little sister." he replied, already downing half of his water.

"She's cute." I acknowledged before taking Oliver's lead and chugging down mouthfuls of water.

"She's taken." he informed.

"'y 'hoo?" my question was muffled by the rim of the bottle on my lips.

"Joannie." Upon hearing this piece of shocking information, I swallowed, gasped, and choked at the same time. As I was coughing any water out of my lungs, Oliver's hand was pounding my back unnecessarily hard. "Holy shit, are you okay Lils?" he asked hysterically, pounding even more frantically on my back as I tried to desperately gasp for air. It seemed as though every time I managed to suck in a decent breath of air, Oliver would pound it out of me. Our little action caused everyone within a twenty feet radius to stop what they were doing and stare at us.

"What the hell you Donut!" I heaved out, pushing him away on his chest, "if I have any bruises on my back tomorrow, I'm gonna kill you." I threatened. I stood up straight and laced my hands behind my head then took deep breaths of air, something I learned from my basketball coach in middle school, to help breathe easier. "I swear, you have the hands of a damn gorilla." I stated after my breathing went back to normal.

"I was just trying to help," he said sheepishly. I rolled my eyes and took a look around us, people were still watching us intently, probably hoping to see something idiotic happen again. I scowled and glared at everyone individually until the person looked away. When my eyes landed on her though, my expression softened up at the concerned, yet amused look she had on her face. I gave her a small smile before she could turn away, and turned my attention back to Oliver.

"Yeah, well next time be a little more gentle would ya?" I asked. He just nodded his head in agreement. "and you're serious? She goes out with Palumbo?" I asked after a few minutes of silence between the two of us.

"Yeah, they've been going out for a while now."

"What the... didn't Jackson just move here like... last month?" I asked incredulously. "How did Palumbo get to her before I did?!" I asked flabbergasted after Oliver nodded his head again.

"I don't know...," he trailed off for suspense, "maybe it's 'cuz you've had your tongue down Ashley's throat?" he stated more than asked.

I scoffed, "I do not have my tongue down her throat, she has hers down mine!"

"Yeah right. And pigs fly, while lizards go moo." he laughed and shook his head disbelievingly. "Speaking of the devil, here comes your flavor of the time being." he muttered from the corner of his lips, emphasizing time being. My eyes followed his gaze, and sure enough there was Ashley walking down the field of grass, sticking out like a sore thumb. Everyone else was in athletic clothing, shorts, t-shirt, and tennis shoes; she was in a black mini, really mini, skirt, that left little to the eye, a white tank top layered over a red one, and sandals. "Smokin..." I glared at him and the way he was staring down my girlfriend for the 'time being' with lust filled eyes, "Oken is outro." he finished off hastily then took off to play football with the others.

"Hey, baby." Ashley cooed, throwing her arms around my neck for a hug. My arms automatically went to her waist and pulled her body closer to mine. I breathed in deeply through my nose and was met with the scent of cucumber melon and a scent all her own, it was intoxicating. "Ew! You're sweaty." she whined trying to pull free from my grasp. I held on tighter as she tried to shove me away by my shoulders. "Baby!!" she exclaimed when I smeared my sweat covered forehead all over her face.

"You didn't seem to protest last night when we were both sweaty." I growled out in her ear, causing her to stop her movements immediately. I smirked and licked at the outside shell of her ear before nipping slightly then sucking hard.

"Well that was last night, and this is now." she protested after a moan escaped her lips.

"Fine. Whatever then." I said, pushing her away from me and walking towards the game of football. If she's going to act all innocent and too good for me right now, I'm not gonna put up with her bullshit.

"Lillian Truscott! Don't you dare walk away from me." she scolded, stomping her feet. I turned around abruptly, making her bump into me then retreat a couple of steps backwards. I scowled at her and grabbed onto her upper arm, just above the elbows roughly, and pulled her to me.

"You know not to call me that." I ground out through clenched teeth. "Call me that again and we're through." I threatened before pushing her away roughly, making her stumble, but not fall. Her little trip didn't stop her from chasing me though; she followed until we were actually in the middle of the football game.

"Please baby, I'm so sorry." she begged, hugging onto my left arm. God, she's so damn clingy! This wasn't how our relationship was supposed to work out, and she knew it. She knew what she was getting herself into when she dove right in, head first, into this dysfunctional relationship with me. I don't do real relationships, I have the main girl on one side, and plenty of others for a good time on the other. Ashley's my main girl right now, but the way she's acting is making me change my mind.

"Look Ash, just go away." I said while I tried to pull my arm free from her grasp.

"WATCH OUT, MILES!" I heard Jackson call out alarmingly. I turned my attention away from Ashley just in time to see a guy running straight towards 'Miles' attempting to catch a football still in mid-air. I yanked my arm out of Ashley's grasp and dashed all the way to her, basically tackling her to the ground, away from the guy just in the knick of time. As soon as we hit the ground, the guy caught the ball and landed sideways on the cooler, where she was sitting just a second ago.

I had my arms wrapped around her, one under her skull and the other was resting on her waist. I gently pulled my arm from under her head and propped myself up. With my other hand, I brushed a few loose strands of hair from her eyes and tucked them behind her ears. "You okay?" I asked concerned, looking straight into her blue-gray eyes. She nodded her head as an answer and was about to say something else when I was pulled off of her abruptly.

"Oh my god! Miley, are you okay?! Please tell me you're okay, I don't want to die today! Daddy'll kill me if you got hurt." Jackson rambled on, obviously more concerned about his well being more than hers, turning and twisting her this way and that to get a better look at her.

'Miley... Miley...,' I tested out her name in my head, 'has a nice ring to it.'

"Well damn Jackson." Oliver started, kneeling beside me to give me a hand up off the ground, "Lilly here just saved your baby sister's life, and you thank her by throwing her on the ground?" he asked disbelievingly while patting dirt off the back of my shirt. Just as Oliver finished speaking, he was bumped to the side by Ashley who worried over me also.

"Are you okay baby?" she asked, cupping my cheeks in her hands and making me look straight into her eyes. I nodded my head.

"I'm fine." I said through fish lips. "Quit babying me." I grunted out, pushing her hands off of my face. I turned my attention back to Miley and a questioning look formed on my face. She was looking at me confused, her head was tilted to the side a little and she was biting on her bottom lip. "You sure you're okay?" I asked again.

"Y-yeah... I-I'm fine." she managed to stutter out, "T-thank you."

"No problem," I assured with a smile, "if all the damsel's in distress were as pretty as you, I'd risk my life all the time." I got a smirk and a wink in before being abruptly pulled away from her.

"Fuck you Lilly." Ashley spat out before slapping me hard across my face. I didn't even flinch or show any kind of emotion. This wasn't the first time I've been slapped before.

"Go home Ashley." I got out calmly, "We'll talk later."

"The hell we will, it's over!" she exclaimed. "I'm tired of your shit. How could you even think of flirting with other girls right in front of me?!" she cried out, hand swinging towards my face again. Before she could strike, my hand caught her wrist in mid-air. My poker face finally broke, and a look of anger flashed throughout my features. Ashley stilled her motions at the look on my face, and walked with me as I stalked towards the parking lot, away from curious eyes.

"I told you we'd talk about this later! How dare you make me look like a fool in front of everyone!" I yelled at her. We were in the parking lot now, near her car, and I was angry. I didn't like being humiliated in front of everyone.

"You're a fucking asshole." she bit out, yanking her wrist free from my hold. "I don't even know why I bother with you anyways."

"I don't know, why don't you ask your best friend? Amber didn't seem to think I was an asshole or a waste of time last week." I said with a smirk, earning another smack in the face.

"God, you're such an insufferable asshole! Why do you have to be so fucking cocky, conceited, full of shit, and arrogant, but so damn sexy?!" she yelled out, frustrated. My smirk grew even more and I pulled her by the waist to me so that our bodies were pressed together.

"It's a gift babe," I answered smoothly.

"Don't call me babe, we're over remember?" she frowned. My smirk turned into a charming smile that always won over hearts. Even the coldest of cold hearts melted when my smile was aimed their way.

"Yeah, you sure about that?" I asked with one raised eyebrow. "You sure you don't want this anymore?" I leaned in until my nose was in the crook of her neck and nuzzled it, "or this?" I kissed her pulse point, "or this?" I nipped on her ear lobe, "or even this?" I pulled back until my mouth was at the corner of her lips and gave her a kiss. "No?" I asked when she didn't answer, "how about this then?" My mouth met hers in a soft kiss. I slowly moved my lips against her stilled ones until she kissed back. Smirking, I sucked her bottom lip in between mine and nibbled slightly before slipping my tongue in between her parted lips.

"I don't know... I think I might need more convincing." she responded out of breath. I smiled, a real genuine smile this time, and leaned in to give her a quick peck on the cheek.

"I'll convince you as long as you want tonight, okay? I need to get back to practice."

"Promise?" she asked hopefully.

"You know I don't do promises Ash," I scoffed.

"Oh yeah, duh me." she said, rolling her eyes, "well just call me later."

"I'll try."

"No, you will. Or else you won't be getting any of this for awhile." she took my hands and lead them down to the heated area in the center of her legs. When she tried to pull my hand away, I cupped her in the palm of my hands and pressed my middle finger against her folds through her underwear, coaxing a moan out of her

"Who are you trying to kid, Ashley?" I growled out. I moved my middle finger to her clit and ground harder against it, making her stumble backwards to lean against the car door. "You know good and well that I can get this," I scratched her with my fingernail, "anytime I want." With a cocky smirk, I pulled my hand away and brought my middle finger to her lips. She willingly took my finger into her mouth and sucked on it as if it were a lollipop. When she was done, she pulled my finger out with a wet pop and proceeded to kiss me, letting me have a taste of her too.

"Call me." she growled out before getting into her car. I stood there with a smirk on my face until she pulled out of the parking lot and down the street.

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"How do you do it?" Oliver asked when I walked back to the volleyball courts.

I look at him confused, "do what?"

"Be one of the biggest pricks in all of Malibu, but still keep the girl." It seemed as though everyone's eyes were on me again, waiting for my answer. I stopped and really thought about my answer, cuz honestly, I don't even know how I do it.

"Hey, like I said to Ashley... it's a gift." I answered with a shrug of my shoulders. "They just can't get enough of me."

"They're crazy!" he exclaimed with the shake of his head, swaying his shaggy brown hair side to side. "Honestly though, I think you're gonna meet that one girl who's gonna change your life." he stated seriously, looking across the volleyball court. Following his gaze, I locked eyes with this Miley girl sitting on the cooler. Jackson was still checking up on her, moving her arms up and down, checking her legs, her head, her everything. I smiled at the sight of a paranoid Jackson, which caused her to smile too.

"Yeah, you're probably right... but I doubt that's anytime soon." I broke eye contact with her as a girl wearing black spandex shorts and a tank top jogged right passed her and stopped under a big tree with shade. "Oh, new meat." I got out. I licked my lips then proceeded to walk towards the area Miley was sitting at. As I got closer to her, she gave me a shy smile that turned into a confused one when I walked passed her to the girl stretching her hamstrings at a nearby tree.

"Lil! LILY! Oh never mind." I barely registered the fact Oliver was trying to get my attention. Ten minutes later, after a few subtle hints of flirting and compliments thrown in for good measure, I got the girls phone number followed by a lingering kiss on the cheek. With a goofy smile, I made my way back to Oliver. If I was paying any attention, rather than smiling cockily, I would have noticed the rather crushed look on Miley's face as I passed her by. "Another phone number? What's that? The tenth one this week?" he asked incredulously.

"Nah, the eleventh, but who's counting?" I said with the wave of my hand.

"Man, Ashley's gonna have a field day when she finds out about another phone number." Oliver tutted.

"What's she gonna do? Keep me from having sex... with her?" I asked indignantly, "c'mon Ollie, you should know me better than that. If she ain't putting out then chances are there's another chick who will, all I have to do is smile at her, and the rest is history." I smirked, patting him on the back.

"Not all girls are like that." he simply stated, nodding his head to the right of us. I turned my attention to where he nodded and was met with a stunned faced Miley. I tried giving her one of my charming smiles, but she just shook her head, scoffed, and walked away. "Especially her."

"Yeah right. I'll get her one way or the other." I stated confidently, crossing my arms over my chest, and watched her like a hawk. I took in the way her hips swayed side to side when she walked, how her hair shined brightly in the sun, and how her skin seemed to radiate a certain glow.

"You sure about that?" he asked with raised eyebrows, an amused expression on his face.

"Positive."

"How about a bet then?" he offered.

"Sorry Ollie, you know I don't do bets." I rejected.

"God, you certainly don't do a lot of things that require commitment." he chastised.

"Cuz commitment's aren't my thing." I stated, turning my attention back to Oliver.

"Yeah, obviously." he agreed.

"C'mon, lets practice some more before the sun goes down." I clapped and called out to everyone, "I have a party to get too that's crawling with hot chicks with my names their asses!"

"WHOO! Party!!" a guy from a distance yelled out. I smiled and shook my head.

"Sorry guys! Cute people only." I looked around until I spotted Miley sitting on the cooler again, "and you... are definitely invited." I licked my lips and winked at her before she scoffed and turned away from me.

It was from that day on that she became one of the few things I had ever commit to. I saw her as a challenge on that day, and made a promise to myself that I was going to get her one way or the other.

A/N: So... what'd you think so far? I've already gotten the next two chapters typed up, but I'd like to know what everyone thinks, that way I could change stuff before posting it up xD. Uhh, if you like it... review! Give me some motivation! Also, if you'd like to get me to update Lie About Us faster, you should tell me in your review! haha. Anyway, thanks for reading =)

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