Mess Of Me
Chapter Two.

"And for this you have to make a video presentation, showing the different functions of the human body and-"

Mrs. Hanson, my biology teacher, droned on about God knows what in that same old dull tone she used everyday which lead me to believe the women doesn't get her 'needs' fulfilled and takes out her frustrations on the class.

It was fourth period biology, or also known as; forty five minutes of pure anguish. I never particularly enjoyed the subject. Never really gave a crap about what happens when thrombokinase is secreted by the damaged tissue to convert prothrombin into thrombin which converts fibrinogen into- you get the picture. I hated it. Loathed it. Absolutely despised every single second of this class.

But, the funny thing is that this was one of the few classes I got consistent A's in.

So, maybe, my strong dislike didn't have anything to do with the subject at all.

Maybe it had something to do with the person down the second row, 6th to the left.

Exactly eight seats away from me.

His eyes glued onto his black spiral bound notebook with a blue pen in hand, the same type of pen that he'd been buying ever since grade seven. He would lift it and scrape it across the page ever once in awhile, scribbling down what I suspected to be random lyrics. His favorite pastime; writing songs.

I remember when we used to be together, he had this whole song book that con-

Abruptly, I stopped the thought before I could finish it and shook my head lightly. I already had a killer headache, the last thing I wanted was stupid memories from the past.

But yeah, as I was saying, or rather thinking, earlier; biology class definitely sucks. And the reason for it is the curly haired douche.

This wasn't much of a problem for my other classes, as I didn't have any other classes with him. Not anymore. After the summer, when I went half crazy after finding about my best friends and ex's little betrayal, I begged the principal to change my timetable and not put me in the same classes as them. And it actually worked out pretty well, except I had biology with the asshole four times a weeks and two classes with Selena.

Selena… she was fairly easier to avoid. Emily, the girl I used to consider a good friend once, sat with her in both classes and usually, that was enough to keep her occupied and keep the hell away from me. She tried to initiate a conservation once and I ended up getting detention for using profanity in front of the teacher. She never tried again.

Nick, however, is a pain. Harder to avoid because he fucking sits alone. Or with Dandruff Danny, but he isn't of much help. I think its because he just doesn't have any friends in this class, or.. maybe he just wants an excuse to stare at me. I could be delusional, but I swear, from the corner of my eyes I've seen his gaze linger on me one too many times.
But, he never really tried to hold up a conversation with me. Guess he knows it's going to do no good anyway. Though, he once picked up my test sheet from the ground once for me and then passed me a smile. The smile that used to be my favorite. I remember crying for an hour that night.

Snapping back to the present, my eyes glanced over to the large clock hanging on the wall for what seemed like the millionth time this period. Ten minutes till the bell. Ten long, agonizingly painful minutes.

Maybe if I faked sickness she'd let me out? Or maybe just tell her I need to pee and never come back or-

"MILEY!" I vaguely heard someone yell at me, my head snapping up towards the direction of the noise. The teacher was standing directly above my desk and was staring down at me like I killed her beloved cat.

"Huh?"

"Do you mind repeating what I just explained to the class?"

Oh shit.

"Uh, you said.. something about the human body?" I offered, weakly.

She shook her head and gave me one of her famous this-is-the-worst-class-i-have-ever-had look, "If you stop daydreaming and actually pay attention, I was telling the class how you have to make a video about how various functions of the human body work. I'll be dividing your class in pairs and you'll have two weeks to finish this. Your work will be assessed on the basis of originality and relevance. Let me make it clear that you will get a F if any of you copies it off of youtube or any-" somewhere in the middle of her lecture, she had gotten back to addressing the class and I was already begging to tune her out.

So, we had to make a video. No big deal. That should equal an easy A.

I had gone back to picking up my pen and doodling random nonsense across the pages of my binder when my name got called out again.

"Miley," the teacher nodded towards my direction, looking at a piece of paper in her hands, "you're going to be paired up with Emma Walters." She said, earning a nonchalant nod from my side.

"But Emma dropped out of bio last week." Somebody pointed out, causing Mrs Hanson to skim through the list again.

"Oh," she noted, "well, you're paired up with Gray than, Miley."

"NICK GRAY?"

I literally fell off my chair, choked on my spit and died.

From the corner of my eye, I could see Nick looking at the teacher and than at me, his expression perfectly smooth and cavalier.

"Something wrong with that?" Mrs Hanson said, raising her too-thin-that-she-looked-hairless eyebrows at me. "Because if there is, I really don't care. You and Nick will be doing the circulatory system." She snapped at me, her tone laced with resounding finality.

Slightly aiming curses at her under my breath, I sank back into my back, deflated.

This could not be happening.

Out of all the effing people in this class, it just had to him! And it's not even a group assignment, its just the two of us.

And the worst part of it was that I knew I couldn't even argue. Mrs. Hanson isn't the friendliest person you would ever meet. And I know if I throw a fit, she'd definitely make a conscious effort to make my life more shittier than it already is.

"Okay, get settled in your respective pairs now and start working. I want this ready in fourteen days." She barked at the class, pushing her glasses up with her fingers. I let out a loud groan, which earned a glare from side.

"Can I please just do this with-" My second attempt to escape from the horror she had inflicted on me was left incomplete as she just cut me off.

"If any of you still have a problem with the pairing, you can happily take this to the principal. I will not change the pairing." Her eyes were mostly fixated on me in with a cold glare as she said the words.

The people started getting up from their seats and were now moving towards their respective partner. I noticed he had left his seat, too and was now no more than 3 feet away from me. The converse on his feet moving on the floor, coming closer with each step he took.

His face was focused on me now as stepped forth, his lips parting just a little to mutter out something I hadn't heard from his mouth in so long.

"Miley-"

RING!

In my whole life, I don't think I had ever been to so happy to hear that annoying little shrill sound before. Taking it as the perfect excuse, I scrambled to my feet, hastily grabbed my books and darted out the door. Leaving him standing with his mouth slightly agape from the discharge of the previous words.

Saved by the bell. How cliché.

"Will you stop doing that?" the raven haired girl hissed at me at lunch later that day, snapping her fingers in front of my face in an attempt to get my attention.

I gave her a careless shrug of the shoulders, "What?"

"That annoying noise you're making with your fork," she continued, pointing towards the small plastic fork I had in hand and the noise I was making my clanking it against the table repeatedly. "I get that you're not hungry but you don't have to torture us all."

I rolled my eyes at my best friends overreaction and dropped the fork in the tray, pushing it away.

"Whatever."

Joe, who was seated at the same table, snorted lightly. "Someone's on their period."

"That would be Demi." I replied, crossing my arms out in front of me and leaning back into the cream colored cafeteria chair.

"Please. You're the one who's been acting all bitchy since the last period. What's the issue?" Demi said, notifying me of my mood swings. She could probably tell I wasn't in a good mood, heck, probably half the school could.

"I'm always bitchy." I defended myself weakly.

"What happened? You broke a nail on your way over to school this morning and now you're coping from the loss by taking it out on your amazing friends?" Joe attempted to joke from across the table.

"Nope, I'm stuck in bio for the next two weeks with your joke of a brother." The thought was bothering me ever since I ran out of that classroom and I was beginning to have horrible thoughts about what would happen in the next two weeks.

"Wait, I thought you already had biology with him?" Joe said, raising his eyebrow slightly.

Even though my voice held no amount of sadness or anything that should be the cause of worry, Joe and Demi had subconsciously leaned forward towards me. A hint of worry burning in both their eyes like they thought I would start crying or something at the very mention of the asshole. I didn't particularly like that idea.

"I did. But we actually have to work together for a project now. Which means I'll have to talk to him." I groaned, my bitterness evident in my voice.

Joe and Demi exchanged a secret glance, in hopes that I wouldn't notice but guess that one was a fail.

"I could talk to him, you know, if you want. He can go to the-" Joe started, hesitantly but I raised my hand to stop him.

"Doesn't matter, Joe." I literally hissed, "Its fine. It's not like he can cause more damage in two weeks than he did in the past few months." My words slipped out before I even had a chance to stop them.

Shit. I didn't mean to open up like that. I never opened up anymore, not even to my friends. It was somewhat a weird characteristic I had picked up in the past few months. Keeping secrets, burying them deep inside the confines of my heart and never opening open to anybody.

Because, if you tell people your problems, all the shit you go through, a little part of them starts pitying you. Even if they're your best friends. And pity was something that I truly loathed with every inch of my bare body.

Pitying someone makes no sense. Because, no matter what situation, what problem, the person in it always has contribution to it. Even if it is just the tiniest bit, it always there.

Silence hung on our table for a second and the air grew tense. Frantic glances were thrown my way by the pair, trying to read my reaction. But it wasn't long till Joe blurted out.

"Well, this isn't awkward or anything…"

The silence was replaced by the sound of Demi's laughter. He even managed to earn a smile from me.

"Funny, Joe." My tone was half sarcastic, half serious.

He passed me a grin and popped his collar, "well, guurl, you know how I do!" he flicked his hand in the air, faking his best diva accent, causing Demi to snort again. I chuckled.

"Demi, how do even manage to stay with this guy?" I said through my laughter and shook my head lightly.

If I forgot to mention earlier, Demi and Joe are dating. It's been a while now…

"It's called love, sweety." Demi grinned, and threw Joe one of those lovey-dovey looks. He returned it.

I stared at the both of them for a long second before shaking my head and finally muttering; "Yeah, love…"

The cars swooped past me and the wind hit my face as I threw my school higher above my shoulder, tightly clutching onto the strap. My earphones were stuffed into my ears, playing the tune of my favorite song at the moment. I was taking my time walking back from school today, letting my thoughts occupy me. Eventually, I would stumble across an empty can of soda or an empty juice box in my path and gently kick it forward until it rolled away from my reach. Letting out my occasional sighs.

I was halfway to my house when I felt a hand tap my shoulder from behind. Turning around, I saw I face I didn't really expect or wished to see at this moment.

Nick was standing right in front of me, his lips moving quickly to form the words coming out of his mouth. I couldn't hear them because of the loud music filling my ear.

Annoyed by his appearance, I yanked them out and they fell downwards, only hanging loosely from the pockets of my jeans.

"What do you want?" I spat at him, crossing my arms out in front of me.

"I came to talk to you about the biology thing." He said, simply and offered me a weak smile.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I tried my hardest not to sound too harsh, "Listen, about that, I've got it covered. I'll make the video by myself, and then show it to you. You can edit it if you like, I don't care. Or make one of your own." I told him, quickly. This was the only possible solution I had come up with.

"No, you don't understand, we both have to be in that video. You can't just do it by yourself." He told me.

"I can, and I will." I simply answered and turned on my heels to walk away.

"MILEY! Wait." He called out and easily walked to keep up with my pace, "I don't want a bad grade on this, okay? So would you please grow up and cooperate a little?"

Ouch.

I came to an abrupt halt and faced him, "I see you haven't changed at all," my voice was literally dripping venom at this point, "And I don't care about you're grade. Simple as that. Now leave me alone." I spat at him and started to walk away again.

But this time he grabbed my wrist and forced me to face him, "Miley, stop acting like so childish. It's not my fault we got paired, alright? The least you can do is at least pretend to be more civil and just do the freaking video with me!" His voice was frustrated and annoyed.

I yanked my arm away from his grip and shot him a disgusted look. "Don't fucking touch me."

"Get over it. Now, tell me if you are doing the video or not? Because than I'll just have to go Mrs. Hanson and tell her to flunk you."

I thought a moment before answering, "Whatever."

"Is that a yes?" His eyebrows shot up.

"It's not a no. Go figure, you moron." I replied, resisting the urge to roll my eyes.

My answer surprised him. I guess he wasn't expecting me to agree with the whole thing. But the surprise was quickly replaced by gratitude.

"Great! We'll figure out the details in school tomorrow, alright?" By his tone, he was evidently pleased.

"Whatever."

"Right, take care of yourself. I'll see you around."

And just like that, he was gone. Already jogging away to his next destination. Leaving me staring from behind.

I better get a new tissue box for tonight…

I've decided to do this story. ;-) I actually kind of like it, too. Even though it's a bit.. cliché. ;p But, don't expect my updates to be too fast. :/ I was thinking one update per week? That sound good?
And ohh, the recent Niley sighting! *insert teenie squeal here* I mean, it could be rumor but a girl can dream, right? ;D
Hahah, drop me a review, my lovelies.