My Desire

Chapter two

Next morning, I decided to wear something longer, since Mr. Jonas didn't like what I was wearing. I was actually trying to make myself look nice for him, but I don't care. I was positive by now that I was crushing on him.

I wore scratchy skinny jeans, with some openings here and there. Just like those cuts. On the top, I wore a tank-top then decided to wear a cardigan on top. I put my hair in a messy bun, and applied black Converse to my perfectly pedicured feet. I smiled at myself in the mirror and headed downstairs to where I left my bag last night. I grabbed it and ran towards the door, knowing I was running a little late. Darn.

I arrived to the school and quickly ran to my locker, getting the things I need and dumping the things I don't need. I had Science first class with Demi. I sat beside her and giggled.

"Mi," she hugged me a one-armed hug. "Where's the teach-?" I asked, looking around the room. "He's running late. Typical Mr. Harvey." She rolled her eyes and I nodded in agreement, giggling in the process. "Have you seen Mr. Jonas? Damn, he's hot." I said, but then I realized a little too loud. When suddenly, I heard a door being shut. I turned around and saw Mr. Jonas.

Fuck. My. Life.

He just heard me say that didn't he? What was he doing here anyway? And oh god, he looked so hot in those jeans today. I think I'm about to drool.

"Miley? Miley!" Demi screamed at me angrily. "Oh, sorry!" I exclaimed, slouching in my chair so that he couldn't see me. But then he looked at me and smirked that signature smirk of his. I think he was trying to tell me he just heard me. I stuck my tongue out, looking at Demi.

"What did you just do?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "I'll tell you later." I smiled at her.

"I'm going to be substituting you today. Mr. Harvey couldn't make it. His wife broke a leg and so they rushed her to the hospital. It's nice to see all of you." But on his last sentence, he looked at me.

Why did he always give hints, and treat me differently than everyone else? Did he really like m- Oh, hell no. He's a Greek Sex God. And look at me, the hottie of High School. That still doesn't compare to the GSG.

"Today since Mr. Harvey is gone; we're going to discuss something else… The H-E-E-T." He spelled it out. "Or in other words, the Heet." And this time, he actually said the normal word. I looked at Demi who was just as excited to hear about this, 'heet'.

"Heet is basically a community of all High School students were you take extra classes to help out charity. Let me explain this… For example, we have baking classes. You learn to bake and then the things you bake go to orphanage houses. Then there's the other stuff like dancing. That, you go to the orphanage houses and you teach them. It's every Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. Sometimes they'll be cancelled if we need to get something run through, but that wouldn't happen a lot, so don't worry." He explained passing out some packets. I looked at Demi who was already browsing through hers. Then Mr. Jonas leaned onto the desk again. He put the packet on the desk and smiled.

I decided to tease him. "Yes, Mr. Jonas?" I smirked. He smirked back and walked away. I looked at Demi who was too busy reading through the packet. I rolled my eyes at her and looked at the packet.

"What are you taking?" She asked, her eyes still searching through the paper. "I don't know. I'm thinking singing classes so we can have like live shows for them, or something?" I asked, browsing through the paper.

"What about the school ones?"

"What do you mean?" I raised my eyebrow.

"See, there are ones were you can like go around the school and paint stuff on the walls like, 'Donate' and all that stuff. You know, charity related? I'm not doing it, but I know you love art so yeah…" She smiled at me shrugging.

"You know, that's a great idea!" I exclaimed a little too loudly, and saw everyone look at me. "Not again…" I mumbled, slouching in my chair.

I looked at Demi who was laughing. I smacked her on the chest and put a check next to 'School Art'. I can tell this was going to be fun.

Really, really fun.

I got up and walked over to the desk where Mr. Jonas was staring down at my legs. I felt a little self-conscious. I've always been complimented on my, 'hot long tanned legs,' but I never really thought everyone was telling the truth. I mean, sure, Taylor and I were the school hotties even though she was almost flat chested, but her looks and body were perfect. Demi was too, but she never really thought about it. She always changes her hair and style, but everything works on her. She's like, perfect.

I continued walking over to Mr. Jonas, I smiled as I placed the packet onto the desk. "What did you pick, Miley?" He asked me, moving the packet towards him.

"School Art," I smiled, resting my palms on the desk. I didn't notice that a little bit of my breasts were showing from the tank top I was wearing, until I saw Mr. Jonas literally stare down at my cleavage. I quickly stood up, fixing my shirt. He smirked. "What were you looking at Mr. Jonas?" I raised my eyebrows, putting one of my hands on my hips. He smirked. "Your extremely well designed tanktop. I love the work around the cleavage." He pointed towards my Ed Hardy tanktop. Rightt. The work around the cleavage, not my own cleavage or anything.

"Thank you." I smiled turning back and sitting next to Demi. "So what'd you pick?" I asked, putting my bag onto my lap.

"Baking. Gotta love cupcakes!" Demi exclaimed, throwing the packet onto the desk. I giggled, slapping her arm jokingly. "You do know you have to go put it on the desk right?" I asked, slouching a little in my chair, showing more of my cleavage once again. I sighed. I hated this damn shirt. I pulled it up again and looked up at Demi who was pouting.

"What do you want?" I asked, rolling my eyes. "Can my most amazing best friend in the world, the most prettiest gorgeous woman alive take the packet over there, because her best friend that she terribly loves is too lazy?" She blank her eyes innocently. I giggled and shook my head. "Move your butt."

"Pwease." She stuck her bottom lip out, and I suddenly couldn't resist it. "Fine. Whore." I said, grabbing the packet and walking towards Mr. Jonas.

"Miley, again." He smirked. I rolled my eyes. "Demi is being a lazy butt, as usual and asked me to take her packet." I put the packet on top of mine, ready to leave, but then he started speaking.

"So I'm not a reason for you to come here?" He frowned jokingly. I giggled. "Nope." I smirked and walked back next to Demi. She was too busy texting.

"Don't." I whispered in her ear. "What?" she looked up from the phone and looked up to me. "He's a really good phone catcher." I rolled my eyes. Demi suddenly hid her phone and smiled at me. I chuckled and rolled my eyes.

Typical awesome, amazing, Demi.

A/N: Promised I'd post after 5 reviews, didn't I? ;] 10 'till next chap?

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