Later on, after school, Nick bit his tongue as he sat next Joe in his car as Joe drove them home. He didn't feel like hanging out after school today.
"So... do I drop you home or at Miley's? She told me you have to take care of her two hours per night...''
"Nope." he answered shortly. Honestly, he was considering dropping that, no one would know if he knew how to shut her up, and she seemed the kind that wouldn't like being in trouble, so that'd be easy.
"Whatever you say..."
"I see you are friends with her so soon, Joe." he said bitterly.
"She's a nice girl, Nick. She's been through a lot so don't make it worst for her."
"I don't want anything to do with her, Joe, what the hell should I be doing with a girl on a freaking wheelchair? What am I supposed to be doing with her?"
"She's more than a girl in a wheelchair, Nick!"
"Whatever…"
Later that night, Nick stood outside her house gritting his teeth; he has been waiting for someone to let him in for a minute or so. As if he wants to be there in the first place.
Miley finally opens the door "sorry, I'm still not used to this thing." she said referring to the wheelchair.
"Whatever..." he said annoyed and entered her house waiting for her to close the door and tell him where to head.
Miley closes the door "I guess we can go in my room... It's the next door to your right..."
He nodded and entered the room she mentioned and quickly spotted the bed making a direct way towards it sitting on it waiting for her.
Miley followed him and park her wheelchair in front of the bed "I don't really know what you want to do..."
"I don't know either. It's not me who sat this up." he huffed looking away.
"Right... Look why don't you just go home? I'll tell everyone you came. I'll be fine."
Nick's head snapped towards her in surprise, he didn't expect her to be the one suggesting it. He spent his afternoon thinking about how to convince her with that, "Really?"
"You obviously don't want to be here so... I can't really force you..." she said looking down.
"Um, yeah, fine." he stood up taking his way to the door again, when something caught his attention, a small frame on the wall with three people in it, a younger version of Miley standing between whom he assumed to be her parents. He stopped and stared at it for a while. Then, Nick heard a sound snapping out of the memories that little picture brought to him and found his feet taking him back to Miley's room where he found her curled up on the ground, "Hey, hey," he ran towards her and helped her up to the bed. "Are you okay?"
She nods as tears fill in her eyes "I'm never going to be able to live like this..."
He looked at her unsure of what to say or do, if he should stay or leave. He looked at her and sighed sitting down next her, "So, this is all new, huh?" he said referring to her case.
She nods once again "one day I was walking, almost running to get home and within the next minutes I was lying down on the floor..." she said with tears rolling down her cheeks remembering the day.
"You just fell?" he asked confused, well, he didn't understand how can just falling cause... this.
"No... I got shot..." she said quietly.
"Shot?" he let out a laugh, half surprised half not believing.
She looks up at him a bit surprise by his reaction "Yeah, shot..."
"Yeah, right... what were you? A drug dealer or something?" he shook his head.
"My mom's boyfriend is one, yes..." she looks down "I don't need you judging. If you would see the scar you would believe me."
"Yeah, cause a scar can be just caused by getting shot, right?" he rolled his eyes. "Listen, I know changing schools is hard at first, but you don't need to make up stories to gain more friends, you know."
"Cause you think telling people I got shot will make me gain more friends? You should've seen Demi's face when I told her! She almost ran away. No one wants to be friend with someone who got shot. Why do you think I transferred? All my friends let me down and my boyfriend broke up with me because I couldn't sleep with him!"
He looked at her legs and then back at her, "He had a point." he nodded at her, "You know what, I don't even know why I came back, I was leaving." he got up.
She looks down as more tears fill in her eyes. No one would sleep with her, she thought. This stranger just proved it to her. "Bye..." she whispers through her tears.
And with that he left the house slamming the door behind him. He chuckled sarcastically, he almost believed her there for a moment!
Miley closes her eyes as she remembered the scene…
She was walking home in a hurry to tell her mom that she finally got that moves at gymnastic and they wanted her as a model. Her smile faded as she sees a bunch of guys walking in her house. She followed them in "w-what's going on...?"
"Miley honey, please leave now." her mother said as soon as she spotted her daughter at the door.
"Actually, don't!" the guy said taking her as hostage "give me the money or I'll shoot her."
"No, please just leave her away from this." her mother cried and looked at her boyfriend asking silently for help.
Miley's slim figure made its way out of the guy's arm and as she tried to run away while crying, scared to death. Before she could get to the door, the bullet was already in her back and she was on the floor.
"Miley!" her mother cried as she ran towards her and took her in her arms, "This is all your fault." she screamed at her boyfriend who was just standing there.
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