Sorry about the slight delay, I meant to post this yesterday, but I had to see my grandmother. Yawn. Tomorrow is my mom's birthday, so I'm not sure if I can update then either. Thanks for the reviews, keep 'em coming!
Five minutes after dismissal…
Lilly watched from across the hall as Oliver met Miley at her locker and said something to her. She giggled, obviously pleased with his message. If only she knew what Miley was giggling about. Why was she always the one in her current situation? Why couldn't she start being more bold? And do bold things? Like wear a top with a plunging neckline? And wear neon nail polish? And dye her hair purple?
Well, those things could wait. Right now, she was going to boldly walk up to Miley and Oliver and tell them to call off whatever they were doing after school.
She took a long stride up to Miley's locker and offered her a painfully fake smile. "Hello, Miley," she said in a coldly formal manner, "Ollikins, can we see a movie later today? Pretty please?
Oliver shrugged and swung his arm around Miley's shoulders. Bad move. "I thought I told you Miles and I have a Teen Life project to do," Oliver stated innocently, smiling. He was completely oblivious to the tension brewing between Lilly and Miley.
"Do you think I'm supposed to be okay with you working on a project in the bedroom of the school slut?" Oops. It was out before she could think about it. "Look, Miley, I'm sorry—I…" she started, only to be interrupted by a slap in the face. The side of her face collided with a locker.
She was held back before she could strike at Miley.
Luckily, no teachers witnessed the (potential) slap fight. The students that did promised to keep quiet. Oliver wrapped his arms tight around Lilly and began to walk her home, sending Miley an apologetic look before walking off.
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Miley walked home alone, glad that she was alone. Jackson was away at UCLA and her father, Robby Ray, died two years ago.
A/N: Sorry to kill him off, but I wanted Miley to live alone and I couldn't figure out another way to get rid of him.
Now, at eighteen, she was legally allowed to live on her own. Jackson, her legal guardian after Robby died, left for the UCLA campus excitedly. The reasons why were obviously because of the late-night parties, the girls, and more late-night parties.
Miley fixed up a peanut-butter-and-M&M's sandwich to eat while she watched Little House on the Prairie and listened to her iPod during the commercial breaks. The perfect way to spend a lazy Wednesday afternoon.
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Lilly's POV:
Two minutes ago, Oliver called to ask if it was okay for him to see how Miley was doing. He's obviously going to "cheer her up" the way she did for him Monday.
Well, if Oliver Oaken wants to play that game, then I can play it, too.
An hour later…
I walk into the bar dressed in a backless cropped halter, a white miniskirt with 2 brass buttons holding it up, and high heels that elevate me to a height of five feet and seven inches. I know I look trashy. I don't care. A man comes up to me and puts his arm around my shoulder, saying, "What are you doing here, little girl?" He looks like he's in college. I wrap my arms around his neck and whisper seductively, "Why don't I show you how much of a big girl I am?"
Three minutes later, I'm straddling him on a chair, gyrating my hips and mashing my lips against his. He picks me up and carries me to another room. As soon as he pushes open the door, I realize what he has in mind. "Um, I think I want to stay in the bar area," I tell him, swinging my legs so he'll put me down.
He continues to carry him, walking pretty fast for a man carry a one-hundred-fifteen pound woman in his arms. "You're staying right here, you little whore," he says, bringing his lips down on mine. He puts me down, not too softly on a twin-sized mattress at a corner of the room.
"No! Stop!" I say, kneeing him in his sensitive area before running off. He grabs my arm, but I shove away and run right out of the bar, all the way home. I don't stop at all. I'm finally in the backyard. I pile up two trash barrels and step on top of them, just grabbing the windowsill as they tumble onto the grass.
I sneak in through my window and fall inside. I start to wipe the makeup off, but a voice interrupts me: "Where have you been?"
I turn around. My insides start to squelch. "Oliver? What are you doing here?" I ask, reaching over to hug him, but he says again, coolly, "Where have you been, Lilly?"
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Oliver had gone over to Miley's and researched topics for Teen Life. Miley wanted to take the easy route and go for teenage pregnancy like everybody else, but Oliver insisted that Mr. Corelli, the high school history and Teen Life teacher, would appreciate a little creativity. They decided on anorexia and bulimia.
Miley made as many passes at him as she could: kissing his neck while he searched for a topic, giving him "purely friendly" back rub, and relieving the tense muscles at his neck. She had his pants unzipped before he knew what was going on, but he regained control and kept her busy by making her research.
A few minutes after, he accidentally stepped on Beary Bear, splitting half its neck open. He helped to poke the stuffing in and offered to take it to his mother to sew it closed again. She agreed and promptly kicked him out, saying, "Please return him by Saturday. He isn't used to being away from home."
He decided to go see Lilly, since she hadn't sounded to happy on the phone. Her mother said she was right upstairs, but she wasn't. Since Mrs. Truscott didn't know, he decided not to get her in trouble and to wait. After thirty minutes, he was about to leave when a figure appeared at the window, dressed in a skimpy outfit and wearing heavy makeup.
Lilly?!
