So, I'm a new writer and I want to say thank you for the review and the people who like my story. And sorry it took so long to update, I've been in Baltimore and Dallas the past week for volleyball. So, here is chapter 2.

He looks exactly the same was he did two years ago, just a little bit older, taller, cuter. No stop Miley, he is your teacher, the dick who got you drunk and used you while you were 16, yes he didn't know I was 16 but still.

"Miley Stewart?" He called my name. Please hope he doesn't recognize me.

"Here" I said quietly and raise my hair. For the first time since that night, I made eye contact with the father of my daughter, but by the way he looked at me, he doesn't remember me. Thank god.

"Okay class," He continued after taking roll, "everyone will have their opportunity to come up here and tell the class something about them. Then one person can ask a question." This did not sound like fun, Selena is in this class and I really don't want to deal with her right now.

"Ms. Stewart, would you like to go first?"

"Sure" I said quietly getting up to the front of the classroom.

Nick's POV

Miley Stewart, I feel like I have met her somewhere before but I don't know where. As she slowly makes her way up to the front, she stayed looking down at the ground with her arms around her chest.

"Hi my name is Miley and I like to draw." That's all she said while I picked someone to ask a question. Ms. Russo looked like she had a good one so I picked her.

"Do you know who the father of your daughter is slut?" and with that all eyes were on Miley who was standing there the exact same way before.

"No." that's all she said before she walked back to her set and put her head down.

"Mr. Russo, I will not tolerate that kind of language in this class room, I will let you off with a warning now, but if you use it again, I will write you up. And that goes for the rest of the class, I can be a chill teacher if you follow my rules and I only have a few. So let's start with our first assignment. That is to draw a picture of something that represents the way you are, if you're a love, draw a heart, if you're a shopaholic draw money or a shopping bag. This will be due at the end of class, you have 40 minutes."

With that all the students pulled out their sketch pads and pencils and started drawing. I sat down at my desk and just watch one in particular, Miley. She fascinates me for some reason, the way she doesn't seem to care about what others think of her and say, the fact that she hides her beauty behind her hair, the fact that she is 18 and has a daughter. It makes me wonder, what she was like a few years ago.

Was she one of those girls like Selena who wears the shortest shorts and super low cut shirts and had guys all over her or was she a quiet one who was in love and that led to the baby. I wish I could learn more about her but it would be hard not to cross the teacher student relationship boundary there. So I guess I will just have to ask around, to other teachers who used to have her. Maybe I can find out something.

Miley POV

Draw something that represents me. A white dove; the sign for hope. Hope that one day I will find a man who accepts me and my daughter and I will fall in love. Hope that one day I won't have to be judged for having a child at 16, and hope that Mr. Lucas won't find out the truth.

Once school was over I got into my car and drove to my parents' house. "Mommy!" I heard Paxton squeal while running into my arms as soon as I walked into my house. I picked up my daughter as my mother walked into the room. "All day she's been asking for you but other than that she was an angel like always. I guess I will see y'all again same time tomorrow morning?" I nod thank her and walk out to my car and buckle in Paxton.

That night once I got Paxton to sleep, I started drawing. Sketching Mr. Lucas, some may think it creepy to sketch my teacher but the truth is ever since that night 2 years ago, I can never get his face out of my head. That curly blow hair, the chocolate brown orbs he has for eyes, they perfect face, and he just looks like someone who was meant to one who people draw pictures of. His muscular arms, the 6 pack that is right under his shirt. No, I need to stop thinking about Nick that way, so I put everything away and went to bed. Another exciting day at school tomorrow, Joy.

Nicks POV

As I go through the pictures one really stuck out to me. Most students had drawn money or football and car, a material object, but Miley Cyrus was the only student to actually draw a symbol, a dove for hope. For some reason I feel like I know her from somewhere, that I have seen her before. I just don't know where.

From what I got today from the teachers who used to have her, Miley was just your typical high school student. She played on the volleyball team, all had straight A's, always had a smile on her face, but towards the end of sophomore year, she became pregnant, and ended up dropping out a few months before school finished. Her teachers said she was constantly harassed and she completely changed as a person, her grades dropped and she was late to classes and hid behind baggy sweat pants and hoodies.

I know I shouldn't get involved in a student's personal life but for some reason this girl fascinates me. The way she doesn't care about what other think, the way she presents herself, the way she was strong enough to have a child at 16 and still come back to school for her senior year. That night I went to sleep dreaming about Miley Cyrus.

Miley's POV

The next day as I walked into school and into my locker everyone was looking at me and whispering things. God, sometimes I wish people would just leave me alone, how was all these people like it if they were in my shoes, wouldn't feel as good then. So, as I opened my locker, a bunch of shit fell out, Condoms and pregnancy test by the boxes fell out and I knew exactly who did it. Selena Russo. So and I picked everything up through the laughter of all the students around me, I rushed into my next class to avoid anything else from happening.

The whole rivalry thing with Selena started before we even started school. You see my dad isn't just your typical business man, he is the CEO of Coca Cola and Selena's father was the CEO of Pepsi. Both families' where extremely rich but since coke had the edge over Pepsi, we have always had more money than them, our house has always been a little nicer, I always used to get nicer things for my birthday and Christmas and Selena was always Jealous.

So, sophomore year, once I found out I was pregnant, I told Demi in the school bathroom, I had checked all the stales to make sure no one was in there when I told her but I guess somehow Selena found out. Then she told the whole school. I was walking to class when I was getting weird looks from people. Then this girl Emily came up to me and asked when I was due. And a bunch of people were calling me whore and slut behind my back and I just ran into the bathroom crying knowing that I couldn't stay in public school anymore so that's when I dropped out. So hopefully I can just make it through the school year without Nick finding out the truth about his daughter.

Sorry it sucks, the first couple of chapters are all pretty boring but I promise they will get better and I will try to get better on updating faster just with school work and volleyball I don't have a lot of time. Review from yall is what keeps me writing people keep it up (: