I glanced in the mirror at my tired eyes and ran my fingers through my naturally curly hair, attempting to calm down the frizzing pieces.
"Miley, let's go!" my roommate, Lily, yelled from the living room.
"Just a second," I shouted back, giving my hair one last look in the mirror.
This is as good as it gets, I thought to myself. With one last coat of lip-gloss, I'd be ready to go. I looked at my reflection one last time at the pink strappy tank top I was wearing and briefly thought to myself that it would look better with blonde hair.
You see, I know how it would look with blonde hair, because during high school I spent half my time with a blonde wig on, performing under the stage name Hannah Montana. To be quite honest, I was kind of a superstar. I had millions of fans across the world.
When I first wanted to be a professional singer, my daddy suggested I make up a fake identity so that I could still live a normal life. And let me tell you, it worked. No one figured out that I, Miley Stewart, was secretly the Hannah Montana.
To this day, only a few select people know Hannah's true identity; my family, my two best friends, Lily and Oliver; and my ex-boyfriend; Jake Ryan. When I decided that I wanted to go to college like a normal eighteen-year-old girl, I gave up being Hannah. Maybe one day I'll return to that, who knows.
"Miley, come on!" Lily whined from the living room. I'd become so wrapped up in old memories that I'd forgotten that we were leaving. "Let's go!"
I walked out of my bedroom and into the living room.
"Lily, we're just going to a frat party. You can't even be late for a frat party," I spoke as I put my cell phone and a ten-dollar bill into my pocket.
"The good guys will all be taken if we're late, Miles," she complained as she ran her fingers through her stick-straight blonde hair.
"There aren't even any good guys at frat parties." Lily and her boyfriend, my other best friend, had broken up right before we left for college. Oliver was going to college on the east coast while Lily and I were attending college back home in California.
Lily hadn't wanted to be stuck in a long distance relationship, so she promptly broke it off with Oliver a week before we left. He wasn't expecting it so needless to say; he was completely devastated. I spent a good part of my last week at home calming him down after the breakup.
I put my arm around my best friend and led her out the door. Lily and I have been best friends ever since I moved to California in middle school. I grew up in Tennessee, so yes; I have a bit of a southern accent at times.
When we both got into the same college, my daddy requested that we live in an apartment near campus instead of in the dorms, so we happily obliged.
The night air was cold on my uncovered skin as we walked the ten-block walk to the fraternity house. Back in high school, my daddy would never have approved of me going to a party like this, so it was one of the first things Lily and I decided to do upon entering college.
As we got closer to the large house, the sound of loud hip-hop music filled all the surrounding air. Lily said something about loving the song that was playing, but the music was so loud that I could barely hear her.
She pulled me in the direction of the house and as we jogged through the driveway, I caught a glance at the most amazing chocolate-brown eyes. He ran his hand through his curly, dark brown hair before glancing over at me, a small smile covering his face.
"No way, Miley, you are not looking at him," Lily spoke, tugging my arm so I would look in her direction instead of at the guy. I turned back over to look at him, but he'd looked away from me by then. "You know who that is, right?" she asked me.
"Obviously not, or else I'd be talking to him right now," I responded cheekily.
"You have to have heard of him," Lily spoke. "That's Nick Lucas."
"Oh," I realized, "so that's the infamous Nick Lucas?"
"That's him," Lily said before placing her arm around my shoulder.
Everyone at school had heard of Nick Lucas, he was practically royalty around here. He was a junior here and pitcher of the baseball team. Almost every newspaper article about this school was about him. After this season, he'd be eligible for the Major League Baseball draft and everyone said he'd get drafted within the first few rounds.
I don't know much about baseball, but I do know that's a pretty big deal.
"Is he really that good?" I wondered, more to myself than to Lily.
"He certainly seems to think so," Lily replied, nodding over at Nick who was chatting up a girl on the front porch of the fraternity house.
"What is it with you and cocky assholes?" Lily asked when she noticed I'd looked back over at him. I shot her a confused glance and she rolled her eyes at me. "Come on, first Jake and then Jesse, and now Nick? He's just another jerk that you should stay away from," she warned.
"Oh come on," I said, placing my hand lightly on my hip. "I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself."
"Look, Miles, just promise me you'll stay away from him. That guy is bad news. He'll hook up with a girl and all of her friends and never call them again," Lily warned.
"I promise I'll stay away from him," I spoke, looking at her through my eyelashes.
"Don't say I didn't warn you," Lily spoke, rolling her eyes at me. She pushed through the crowd and into the house, leaving me alone in the mass of people in the parking lot.
Nick walked over to where I stood and I couldn't help but notice the way his tight-fitting gray baseball shirt accentuated his muscular arms. He narrowed his eyes at me and seemed to be undressing me in his head. What a pig.
"So you know Lily?" he asked; his voice was just as sexy as I'd imagined it.
"Yes," I scoffed, "she's my best friend. How do you know her?" I questioned. Lily hadn't mentioned that she'd known him on a personal level.
"We have a class together," he spoke, though he didn't seem to care. He glanced at me again before speaking. "You have beautiful eyes."
"What do you want?" I asked, rolling my 'beautiful' eyes at him. My voice came out harsher than I wanted, but I didn't apologize
"I just wanted to meet you," he spoke. "I'm Nick Lucas." He stuck his hand out and I took it. His firm hand grasped mine and shook it gently.
"I know who you are," I spoke brazenly, pulling my hand away from his. He was stunning; he was amiable; and above all, he was a man-whore.
"So you've heard of me, huh, Kitten?"
I rolled my eyes at the nickname he'd given me. "'Kitten'?" I asked, "Do I look like a stripper?"
He looked me up and down and before he had the chance to speak, I interrupted his thoughts. "On second thought, never mind. You're an asshole."
Before he had the chance to respond, I turned away and walked into the house to find Lily. I found her inside drinking out of a red plastic cup.
"What'd he say to you?" she asked, pulling me to the side. I grabbed a drink and rolled my eyes.
"Nothing. He's an asshole."
Lily gave me an 'I-told-you-so' look before shrugging her shoulders. "Whatever, he doesn't matter."
We turned around to walk back into the room, and there was Nick on the couch, lips attached to a skimpily dressed blonde.
"And he'll just sleep with her and never talk to her again?" I wondered. "And the girls know that?" Are girls really this desperate to be with him? I asked myself as he led the girl away by the hand.
That was the first time I met Nick Lucas.
Nick Lucas, who was apparently the next big thing in the baseball world. I'd heard that he throws somewhere around ninety miles per hour when he pitches.
That's fast, if you didn't know.
A couple days later, I walked into the student union after class to look meet up with Lily. The student union was a popular hang out spot on campus, partially because there was a large menu of food to choose from.
I spotted Lily across the room and she waved me over towards her. I waved at her and bought my lunch before weaving through the conglomeration of students towards the table she was sitting at.
I almost made it there, too, when I was stopped by a sultry voice.
"Kitten."
I stopped in my tracks and turned around, rolling my eyes at Nick. He adjusted the baseball cap on his head and I was mesmerized by the way he looked. It wasn't fair that he was so good-looking.
I turned away to walk back over towards Lily, but Nick moved so that he was in my way. I tried a couple times to move out of the way, but he wouldn't let me.
"Come on, Nick. What do you even want?" I questioned angrily.
"Are you always this unfriendly?" he asked with a small smile.
"Actually, no," I spoke. "Just to you." I didn't wait for his answer before pushing my way past him and towards Lily.
"I'll see you later," he shouted from behind me.
"Doubt it," I muttered under my breath.
I threw my lunch tray down on the table Lily was at with a huff. She giggled at me and glanced around; the entire lunchroom was eyeing either Nick or me. I rolled my eyes, hoping no one thought I was the latest girl on Nick's list.
I took the plastic off my sandwich as Lily ogled me. I glanced over at the table Nick was sitting at only to see that giddy girls surrounded him and were fawning over him. His eyes met mine before I looked away, trying to ignore that my heart beat sped up.
After conversing with Lily for a few minutes, I heard shouts over at Nick's table. Curiosity getting the best of me, I glanced over there and say a boy who looked a lot like Nick, only younger.
"Who's that?" I questioned, seeing Lily also looking over there.
"Oh him? That's Nick's younger brother, Logan. He's nothing like Nick, he's a total sweetie," she added with a smile.
"You like him!" I exclaimed playfully.
"I do not," Lily replied defensively. "I was just saying that he's nothing like his brother."
"It's okay to like Nick's brother," I teased.
"Whatever," she replied, rolling her eyes at me. "But I swear to god, Miley. Don't fall for Nick, he's a complete playboy."
"I'll steer clear of him," I responded. "I hear you."
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