Author Note: Righty-ho, here's chapter 3 for all you awesome people who have been R&R-ing this story!! I love all you guys and this chapter is for you =)

A funkin' giant thanking you to my awesomely dudey dude and beta, Lord Jellyfish himself!! You are completely and utterly amazing dude, i dunno what i'd do without you!! Thanks for being you =)

Well... enjoy =) Oh and just to clear it up, the bits in italics are flashbacks of what happened earlier in the day =)

Warning contains femslash don't like, don't read =) oh and a lil bit o' violence and bad language, but it wouldn't be a Liley without it, i don't think XD

Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana or any of the characters!!

Lilly's POV

I'd spent the entire first period thinking about Miley.

Not that I didn't already think about her all day every day anyway!

But it'd been different this time.

I'd been worried… seriously worried.

I'd spent all morning speculating about what was going on with her, why she looked so damn scared!

Miley didn't get scared.

She was tough and strong. She didn't get upset over nothing, not my Miley - and she definitely knew how to throw a punch!

When I finally escaped from English, I dragged Oliver with me to find Miley before Math, otherwise I wouldn't've had another chance to talk to her before lunch and I couldn't wait that long.

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"Miley!"

"Whoa! Lilly, y'scared me!" She turned and almost dropped the pile of books she was carrying.

"Sorry, I seem to be doing that a lot today!" I glanced over at Oliver on the other side of Miley, who rolled his eyes.

"Are you okay, Miles?" he asked, taking a few of the books from her.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Oliver shrugged and glanced over at me.

Miley followed his gaze, her blue eyes piercing me and making me blush furiously.

Before any of us could say another word, the bell went off for the start of the next period.

"Crap, I can't be late for Math again! That'd be twice in one week! See you in there, guys." Oliver tipped the books he was carrying back on the pile Miley had and dashed off.

We watched him go, just stood in the middle of the corridor as people rushed past us, racing to get to their next class.

I wasn't too bothered; it was only Math after all! Plus the sole reason I went to the class was stood right next to me, staring at me intently…

"Lilly, I-" Miley started but someone brushed past her and the books started to slide from her arms.

I managed to grab them before they hit the floor. I'd already scrambled round on my hands and knees like an idiot this morning, so I didn't want to do it again.

"Thanks." she gasped, changing her grip on the books as we started to walk again.

"Anytime. So where're these going?"

"The storage room, there isn't enough space for them in the science labs anymore, so I volunteered to take them."

"That was nice of you… but there are way too many books here for one person to carry, as you've already found out twice now!" She smiled but shook her head. "I would have thought Prince Charmless would've been here helping you, at the very least!" I looked over at her when she didn't reply. "Miles?"

"It's okay; I can take 'em from here. Thanks, Lilly." She reached for the books I was carrying with her free hand, but I pulled them away.

"Miley, what's going on?" She avoided my gaze, reaching for the books again.

"You should get to class, I can do this."

"Miley." She glanced at me for a second before sighing and turning away.

"You'll find out soon enough. Don't worry."

"It's a bit late for that!" I grabbed her arm and turned her back to face me. "What'll I find out, Miles? C'mon, tell me!" She shook her head and grabbed the books from me. "Miley!" I yelled after her as she hurried away down the corridor. "Wait!"

I started after her, but she stopped before she turned the corner and looked back at me.

"I did it for you, Lilly. I just wish… I just wish I'd done it sooner." I frowned, confused even more now as she turned once again and disappeared round the corner.

Before I could go after her, someone yelled my name from the other end of the corridor.

"Truscott!" I groaned and turned to see Jake Ryan heading right for me.

"What do you want?" I stood with my arms folded, glaring at him.

"I hope you're happy!" He looked furious.

"Well I've never been the 'glass is half full' kinda girl, but I have all of my limbs attached so I figure things aren't going too badly!"

"Oh ha fucking ha! Who the hell do you think you are anyway, Truscott?!" He was only a few metres away now, and it didn't look like he was gonna stop!

Maybe it wasn't the best idea to wind him up – yeah, that's what logic told me anyway!

but since when have I ever been a logical person?

"I know you aren't the sharpest pencil in the box, but you just answered your own question!" I hadn't moved, I was still stood in the middle of the corridor, arms folded nonchalantly, watching him charge straight at me.

"I'll tell you who you fucking are!" Before I could throw another smart come-back at him, he had grabbed me and shoved me into the lockers so hard I had to bite my tongue to stop myself crying out. "You're a bitch! A fucking bitch! You're so below me that I could stomp on you! You're nothing and no one! I could beat you to a pulp right now and no one but that snivelling little weasel, Oken would care!" He slammed me against the lockers again as if to prove his point.

"Don't you dare talk about Oliver like that! You fucking prick, how dare-" He slammed me backwards again, even harder this time, to shut me up.

"Oh, sorry, what I meant to say was, no one but Oken," he snarled, his face so close to mine I could feel his hot breath on my skin, making me recoil and turn my head away from him. "And that stupid fucking slut friend of yours!"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" He barked out a vicious laugh.

"Don't play dumb with me, Truscott! It was all your idea, I know it was! She always listens to you, and you've hated me all along, so I know it was you that put all that shit in her head!" I struggled, trying to loosen his grip on my arms but he squeezed harder, making me grit my teeth. "But, you know what, Truscott? I don't give a shit. She can go die for all I care! I can do so much better than her anyway; I don't even know why I was wasting my time with her in the first place! She won't even put out!"

"Who the fuck are you talking about?!" I had an idea, but I couldn't believe it. It didn't make sense.

"Stop playing games, you stupid bitch!" He shook me; my head slammed against the lockers and pounded painfully.

"Get the fuck off me, you dick!" I shoved him hard in the chest, but he didn't budge. "Get the fuck off!"

Suddenly, we heard the sound of footsteps approaching.

"This isn't over, Truscott! You, Oken, Stewart, you're all nothing. But I'm gonna make sure everyone else sees just how worthless you are too! Believe me - you'll be sorry you ever crossed Jake Ryan!" With that, he took off down the corridor, slamming me against the lockers once more for good measure.

I sank to the floor slowly, resting my head on my knees, a painful, throbbing ache pounding against the back of my skull.

My back and shoulders killed where he'd pushed me against the lockers, but I was unbelievably glad he hadn't decided to hit me, 'cos I knew I wouldn't be able to explain away or cover up a black eye and bloody nose quite as easily.

"Truscott?" My head snapped up, thinking it was Jake back to have another go.

But I realised the voice was female.

There, coming down the corridor towards me, were Amber and Ashley.

I groaned, and put my head back on my knees.

"What do you want?" I asked as they stopped right in front of me.

"You didn't show for Math so we were sent to find you!"

"Does it really take two of you to do that?"

"No, but Miley Stewart didn't show either, so I was sent to find you, and Amber was sent to find her."

"It's my lucky day."

"No, but it is ours!" I looked up at them both stood there staring down at me. They seemed suddenly excited.

That couldn't be good.

"We wanted to ask you something!"

"Yeah, totally! So is it true?" Amber asked, looking like she was about to explode.

"Is what true?"

"Oh please! Everybody already knows anyway, so you might as well tell us the sitch!" Ashley snapped, folding her arms as she looked down at me.

"I'm serious; I don't have a clue what you're talking about. Now leave me alone." I climbed slowly to my feet, careful not to move my head too much so that I didn't make my headache worse.

"Lilly, everyone knows Miley Stewart broke up with Jake! So you don't have to pretend!"

I straightened to stare at them both, my mouth dropping open, my throbbing head and bruised back forgotten.

"W-what?!"

"Oh please, like you didn't know!" Amber sneered at me as Ashley nodded.

"Yeah, you can't deny it! Jake already told everyone that it was because of you!"

"M-me?!" They both nodded.

"The whole school knows you hate him, so it makes sense!"

"N-no. I didn't… it wasn't… my fault…"

"Uh huh."

"So come on, what'd you do to get her to dump him?" Ashley leant forward eagerly.

"B-But… I didn't."

It still didn't make much sense, and I was completely and utterly confused.

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Author Note: Well there you have it!! Chapter three and things are coming together.... kinda... though it doesn't make sense... and it probably won't for a lil bit lol but the next chapter should be up... well, when i write it, which won't be too far away =) so review and let me know what you guys think!! Oh and if you like my stuff, then you should without a doubt check out Lord Jellyfish's stuff, it is AWESOME XD and if you already have, niiiice, you guys rock =) Later dudes