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Chapter Three: Just By Chance

Grumbling to myself, I sat outside the principal's office with Oliver. I had no idea why Oliver was here, probably just 'cause he's friends with me. Poor guy.

"Hey, Miles, 'sokay. Two punches shouldn't get you in that much trouble."

"Shouldn't but will."

"Well, we'll just have to see…On a lighter note, whatcha think about Lily?"

"Cute, but skiddish. She say anything to you?"

"When I showed her around, yeah. She's not that shy about boys, but lord almighty get her around girls, she shuts up. Especially you. But…you do have that effect on people. Anywho, she said she moved from Tennessee. Nashville, I think."

"From Nashville, TN to Marietta, SC? Fuck that. She's stupid or something."

"Her parent's choice, Miles."

"Whatev."

After school, I leaned up against a rusted '72 Ford, it's tires were missing. In one hand I held a pink suspension notice and in the other a delicious cigarette. I almost fucked cussed out that bastard, Lavely. Lavely's the principal. I swear he wants my body. I shuddered at that thought and took a long drag from my cancer stick. Oliver was beside me, smoking as well.

"Miles…"

I looked over, it was Jackson. Oh great, I thought. More family troubles. Yay.

I put on a fake smile, "Hey, brother!"

"Heard you got suspended…"

"One day, so it's all good."

He sighed, "What happened?"

"Amber and Ashley, of course."

"Oh. Well, I've got something to talk to you about when you get home. Do you want to ride with me or walk?"

"Nah, I'll walk. Nice day, don't you think?" He looked up and frowned. It was very dark and cloudy, looked about to rain.

"I'll see you, Miles…"

I waved him off, took another long drag from the cig and threw it to the ground, exhaling the smoke deeply.

"I'm gone, Oliver. See you Thursday. Hope you meet someone interesting tonight."

"'Kay."

I started walking towards my house, thankful that it was close, but also thankful it was far away. I didn't want to find out what Jackson had to say. He had a serious face. Not good.

As I reached the house right next to mine, I stopped. There was a familiar blonde-haired beauty sitting on the grass, reading. I remember staring for a few minutes, noticing how peaceful she was. Then I felt like a stalker. So I went up to her.

"Hey. Lily, right?"

The girl looked up from her spot on the grass. Her eyes had widened, I could tell how blue they were. Gorgeous eyes.

"Oh. Yea. You're…uh…"

"Forget my name already?" I was smiling, and it was meant to tease, but it came out harsh. I must look and sound like a serial killer. Oh wait. Never mind, that's look I usually go for.

"Oh, n-no. You're Miley…Miley."

I raised an eyebrow. Oliver wasn't kidding. Wonder why she's so scared. "Why are you sitting out here?"

"I-it's peaceful."

Yea, she was scared. Crap. I shook my head and bent down to get eye level with her. Her breathing quickened.

"Hey, don't worry. Be happy." I grinned and stood, winking at her. Shit, did I really just do that? "Well, it's nice to see that we're neighbors. See ya around, new meat."

I walked off, waving at her. Though I could here her mutter,

"New meat?"

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Oh and Marietta, SC is a real place. I live here. But the neighborhood isn't that bad. And Marietta High School doesn't exist. Just a bit of info for ya.