Miley's POV

"Jake" I whispered.

I immediately jumped up, as if it was a reflex action, walking over to where he was standing. I stopped a couple metres away from him, noting the beer bottle in his hand. He was drunk. And I knew what he was like when he got drunk. Hell I'd had to drive him home on numerous occasions after he'd gotten wasted at parties like these.

I hated how he was when he was drunk. He always got so moody and temperamental. He would get pissed off by everything and take out everything on me. One time he'd even pushed me away too hard. I'd fallen into his bedside table, cutting my head. I told people that i just fell. I was clumsy, it was normal for me to fall, they didn't suspect anything else.

And so they shouldn't have. I mean it wasn't Jake's fault. Not really, it was an accident and it wasn't a big deal. I got cut and bruised all the time. Most of the time I didn't even know where I got them from. And he'd never hit me if he was sober. Nothing else ever happened after that. I stopped going to the parties. Stopped driving him home.

Truth was I knew Jake would never hurt me. But still, looking at him now, remembering how he was when he was drunk. I couldn't help but feel scared. He scared me. And he'd just seen me sitting on the beach with some guy, after I just broke up with him this morning. I had a bad feeling. He was gonna be pissed.

"Who's this?" Jake started.

"None of your business Jake just leave. Please. Just go"

"Bullshit it's none of my business Miley! What, we break up this morning and you're already moving on?"

"We were just talking!"

"Yeah, okay." He muttered with sarcasm.

"You think it's as easy for me to move on as it is for you?" I was shouting. I didn't need this. I didn't need to explain myself to him. I didn't need to be reminded of this morning. Of my newly single status. For once today it actually hadn't crossed my mind. Not even Demi could help me forget about it. But this guy, Nick. I was with him for a couple of hours and he'd made me forget everything. We'd talked about everything as if we'd known each other for years and were the best of friends. I was so comfortable with him. Just then my thoughts were interrupted. Nick had obviously seen that the conversation was getting heated, because all of a sudden he was at my side.

"Hey man, maybe you should just go back inside."

Jake looked at him. Looked at him with obvious disdain. He looked like he was going to punch Nick right there and then. Instead he replied.

"listen dude why don't you stay out of it okay?"

"Jake your drunk. Just go back to the party. I'll call you a cab if you want."

"I don't need a cab, I'll drive myself" he mumbled as he turned to walk up the sand dunes.

"No Jake, wait. You can't, you're wasted." I followed him up the dunes, trying to keep reason with him.

"Like you care if I crash and die."

I stopped. His words had cut me. Either it was the alcohol or he really thought that I didn't care about him anymore. I couldn't have him leave thinking like that, especially if he was drunk and was going to drive.

"Look, Jake, let me drive you home." My voice was just louder than a whisper, was I going to regret driving him home? What if something happened? What if I couldn't stop myself and I ended up taking him back?

All these questions whirred through my head but I walked over to him and took his keys anyway. Then I remembered. Nick. I'd left him on the beach. I made sure Jake was safely in his car before I ran back down the dunes to find Nick sitting back down where we were before, watching the waves role in.

"Nick."

He turned his head but didn't get up, I continued, struggling to think of what to say.

"Nick, I'm so sorry. I have to get Jake home." With that he got up and advanced towards me.

"No it's okay, I get it."

"It was great meeting you, really. I had a good time tonight."

"Yeah me too." Was all he had to offer. I gave him a small smile then turned and headed back up the sand dunes.

Yep, I was definitely going to regret walking away. Especially in the morning. When there would be no Jake. And no Nick. Just me, and the thoughts of tonight.