I Hate Everything About You..

'Hey!'

I turned around to see Zoey running towards me. She was in the year above me, but my only and closest friend.

'Hi.' I smiled, walking along the corridor towards the office. 'Zoey, I'll see you later, I need to go get my new schedule - I'm getting moved into your year.'

'Seriously! Smiler! That is so great!' she squealed, her brown eyes shining. She grabbed me and pulled me into a tight hug.

'Zoey, I seriously need to go now.'

'Ok, I'll see you later, Smiler.'

She ran off, her reddish-pink bunches bobbing on either side of her head. Zoey could either be really mature, or act like a kid Taylor's age. I was guessing today was a 'little kid' day.

'Miley Stewart?'

'Yes, Mr Carrol?' I said quickly, walking over to the principal.

'Here's your new schedule - I was coming to find you, but I guess you had the same idea. You're in music first - room 23. That's the one upstairs.'

'Thank you so much sir. I wont make you regret this decision.'

'Miley, choose a seat.' said Miss Donnelley, the music teacher. I nodded, and Zoey quickly pulled me into the chair next to her.

'Lemme see your schedule.' she hissed. I handed her it, and she started checking my classes.

'Miley, I need to talk to you about your musical capability.'

'Well, Miss, I can play the guitar and keyboard.' I said quietly. I wasn't usually shy, but I didn't want to act like I was showing off or anything, because I wasn't.

'She can sing real good too, Miss!' Zoey interrupted. I elbowed her in the chest. She knew I didn't like singing in front of people. Not even my mum had heard me sing - only Zoey.

'Really? Would you sing a little bit?'

'Thanks a lot, Zoey.' I hissed, before turning my attention to Miss Donnelley. 'I'd rather not. Not in front of the class.'

'That's ok. Wait behind after class - I'll give you a note for your next class, to excuse you for being late. For now, I think we'll put you onto the guitar, is that ok?'

'Perfect.'

'Miley! Wait behind.'

I sighed. I was hoping to sneak out. Truth was, I was as nervous as hell.

'Ok, Miss.'

'What would you like to sing?'

'I- I don't really mind.'

'Hmm, I'm not in the position to tell you what to sing - its your choice.'

'Uhmm, would you mind if I sang something I wrote?'

'That would be excellent.'

I picked up the guitar sitting next to me and started strumming it.

{insert lyrics to 'I Miss You' here. I'm too lazy to type them.}

'That was amazing. Your voice is brilliant. Have you ever had any vocal training?'

'No.'

'Wow. I just cant get over your voice…. And you wrote the song too? You have so much talent to work with.'

'I wrote the song when I was seven.' I admitted. 'That's why its not too good.'

'Seven? You have GOT to be kidding me!'

'Um, Miss.' I interrupted her high pitched screeches. 'I really need to go to English.'

'Miss Miller was being so unfair, Smiler. Don't worry, shes always like that.' Zoey assured me, in between bites of her sandwich.

'I'm not too bothered- I really don't wanna be in her crappy reading aloud performance anyway. Miss Nisbet has already put me in one of the drama performances. And Miss Donnelly wants me to sing.'

'You'll pass out from exhaustion by the end of it. Anyway, how's life? I havent seen you all summer!'

'Nick is still being an utter dick, Taylor is as cute as ever, and Georgie is a crazy fucker.'

'That sounds the same as usual… being honest, I would have expected you and Nick to be dating by now. The chemistry is so obvious.'

'Zoey! You shouldn't even be thinking that! Its like incest!'

'But he's not your blood brother. And your parents first introduced you two at the stage when your hormones were everywhere- you two were going to get attracted to each other.'

'Just shut up.'

'OH!' Zoey yelled, jumping up triumphantly. 'YOU LIKE HIM!'

'I don't. Well, I want to be friends, because I hate fighting with people, but I don't LIKE like him.'

'Whatever you say, Smiler.'

'Hey, Miles. I havent seen you all day.' Nick smiled.

'I know. I got put into Zoey's year.'

'Wow. You must be smart.'

'I guess I am.. But I'm not a geek or a nerd or anything.'

'You're just talented.'

'Don't make me laugh.'

We were walking home, and when we were about halfway home, Zoey rode past on her bike.

'smoochie smoochie.' she smiled, making kissing noises.

I threw what was in my hand at the time - my math textbook- at her.

'Too slow.' she smirked, catching it one handed.

'UGH.'