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Chapter 2-

Miley breathed furious breaths as she flew to her chamber, light brunette hair angrily swirling around the cloudy air as she slumped to her bedroom, shoulders shaking in anger as she clenched her fists.

She despised when he made such irrational decisions, despised when she made her look inferior, pettish, childish, like she had no say in anything to do with her life. Her dad was the freaking president and at times, she wished he wasn't.

It was times like these, when he claimed absolute power over her that boiled anger into her system. Out of the blue, without permission, he decides to hire a complete stranger to take care of her like if she was an average six-year old needing to be baby-sat. It angered her to no end yet nothing made her as furious as her supposed bodyguard just down under.

She groaned with utter frustration, feeling her muscles tense, another spur of groans flying out of her mouth as a knock on the door could be heard 'round her as she stomped to the front door, furiously gripping onto the door handle as she flung the door open.

Her face-hardened as she saw the man opposite her, standing perfectly straight, looking as handsome as ever, smirk intact.

A pregnant pause transfused through the room as boy and girl stared at each other, blue orbs meeting those of which belonged to dark chocolate as they connected on a personal level.

For a moment- a simple fleeting moment, everything seemed to be okay, before the dark shadows flitted across the room, and the moment was broken.

"What do you want?" Sniped Miley as she attempted with all the energy she carried around her to rid of the fast beating her heart had bestowed upon her.

"Hello to you too," Was his short comeback as he pushed past her, infamous smirk perfectly in place as he moved into her chamber. " I am only doing my job here, remember?"

Miley had to scoff, distaste once again running through her as he plunged unto her bed, as usual creating knowledgeable perfection.

" Save the hearts and flowers for valentine's day, slick." She retorted with an old-fashioned eye roll. " Why don't you make yourself scarce and disappear?"

"Look-" He stated somewhat seriously as he moved towards, fighting the urge to let a smile curl around his lips as she watched his every movement with inquisitive blue eyes taking in the scene before him, made tingles rush through him in an ungodly place causing a frown to take over his handsome features before the darkness flitted across his face once again.

"Cut your dad some slack, alright?"

"Who are you to tell me what I should or should not do?" She shot back quietly, rage filling her eyes as she stalked towards him. " He should have never hired a babysitter for me in the first place, I mean-"

" Bodyguard." He cut in causing her to scoff with disagreement before throwing herself on the bed.

"If that's how you wanna play it."

Shane frowned, taking in the annoyed teenager in front of him, practically bursting into laughter at the irony of the situation. She was so headstrong, fiery, witty, independent yet there seemed to be a sense of mystery that vibed of her body to his causing curiosity to bubble up inside him.

She was different, a well-known challenge and contrary to belief, he came up with the realization that he liked it.

"You know." He started off, teasingly edging his body towards the 16 year old, smirking famously as she cautiously softened her glare.

"People call you a sweetheart while to me, your nothing more then a she-devil." He frowned, angrily. " With nice hair."

She forced her body up, stalking towards him with heated anger stirring up inside of her, smirking upwards in order to get a better look at him as she spoke her next words.

"Is that how you treat your patients." A bragging smirk took over her rosy, seductive lips. " I wonder what Daddy has to say about that."

"What he don't know won't hurt him." His eyes lingered over her. " That goes both ways."

He watched as confusion plastered its way around her golden face of pure beauty, watched as her brows knitted together as she took the spiral of those in deep thought before lifting her questioning eyes towards him.

He smirked, not realizing how dangerously close he was to the victim, faces so close it was as if their rapid breathing was one, as if their aura was united-

He didn't notice how their hearts were both pounding against each other's chest as they stared at each other with incredible passion both unbeknownst to them.

His lips edged towards her ear, sending tingles shooting through her body as her eyes fluttered shut from the incredible sensation running through her.

His voice tantalizing, daring yet husky at the same time as he spoke. "Speak to daddy, he means well."

And with those last words, their eyes met again and it was as if the world finally spun back to its regular pace as they realized their unsettling position.

Their eyes locked, a spur of emotions running through them before their connectivity broke off, the spell it seemed that had been casted over them, wore off and they resumed a fake disliking to each other.

With that, Shane left the room, sliding down the closed door that held the mysterious 16-year old that was currently occupying it.

His eyes snapped shut as he let his thoughts consume him. What the hell just happened?

Unbeknownst to him, the teenager on the other side was mirroring his exact position, wondering the same thing.

Robby Ray Stewart frowned as his eyes dared to look up at the ticking clock, his eyes taking in the current time as he and Denise engaged into a what seemed dull conversation, at least to him, then again, he hadn't been paying attention, his mind was clearly somewhere else.

"Robby Ray Stewart, go talk to the youngster." Chuckled Denise as she caught the far away look that had etched across her best friend's face.

"She hates me, right now." He sighed, causing Denise to look up at him, eyes filled with sympathy.

"Now you know Miley doesn't hate you, cowboy." She informed him as she placed a sympathetic hand on his arm. "She's just confused. She kinda has a right to, you know?"

"I know." He replied as his body slumped with disgrace. "I'm just worried 'bout her, she's my little darlin', she's all I have left."

"Try telling her that." She mused with a smile. "I'm sure she'd love to hear it."

He shook his head, mouth opening with a round of chuckles before standing up and staring down at her. " How do you do it?"

"I own four boys, what'd you expect?" She ended before pushing him towards the direction of the stairs.

Robby Ray sent a genuine smile of thanks her way before gracefully- as one must always do, at least if your President anyway-and walking towards the direction of his daughter's chamber, slightly pausing to take a breather before raising his fists to knock on the door.

"Come in!"

The door cautiously flung open, his eyes meeting the eyes of his teenage daughter, a pregnant pause silencing the room as father and daughter stared at each other.

The tension was building as father and daughter kept their distance, both of them composing themselves for the conversation currently arriving that is till Robby Ray cleared the air with a glum clearing of the throat.

"Darlin-"

"Daddy-"

"I'm sorry." They ended together causing the air to cloud full of their chuckles as they moved into each other's embrace, securing themselves in the hug.

"I shouldn't have yelled at you like that, daddy." Confessed Miley, causing Robby to shake his head with disagreement.

"Nonsense darlin', its understandable. I should've informed you about the whole fiasco in the first place."

"Why couldn't you just tell me?"

"Would you have agreed otherwise?" He questioned, chuckling as she nodded.

"What, I would." At his disbelieving look, she grumbled. " Eventually."

The air was filled with Robby Ray's laughter as his smile reflected ones of which told the world he was dead proud of his daughter.

"You always were headstrong, baby girl." He smiled wistfully. " Just like your mother."

"You ever miss her, daddy?"

"Every waking moment of my life." Informed Robby as he placed a kiss on his daughter's forehead.

"Me too."

"She's in a good place, honey. She's probably watching over us right now."

"I know." Concluded Miley with a sad smile as she took in the scene at hand.

"I'm in a cheering up, mood. How 'bout some loco-choco?"

"Daddy!" Scolded Miley with a giggle. " Mom's gonna have a cow!"

"What she don't know can't hurt her." He told her with a slight wink ahead of her, falling into step ahead of her as he walked towards her doorway.

The phrase caused Miley's smile to disintegrate into thin air as her mind replayed the scene that had occurred between her and her hot bodyguard, rising up a mess of mixed emotions that scared her to no end.

"C'mon, darlin!"

Miley was thrown out of her trance by the voice of her father itself, causing her to plaster a smile on her face as she fell into step with him, nodding at the right times and adding a bit of her own opinions every now and then as he spoke.

In truth she wasn't listening, her mind too worked up on the person that consumed all her thoughts, the never-ending cocky Shane Grey.

Every pair of eyes turned towards their fellow classmate, questioning chatter flying out of their mouths as the President's daughter walked- more like strutted in with two newcomers; both of them deliriously handsome.

Some gasped, some practically had to stall their tongues back into their mouths while others gossiped and simply watched on, each wondering the same thing.

How lucky is Miley and who the hell are her new boy-toys?

Needless to say, the population of the school was going crazy. After all, this was a public school for rich kids, nothing remotely interesting happened around it.

They could worship the situation as it came, couldn't they?

Mitchie Torres stalked past the posse of people crowding around the school hallway, bright smile attached to her face as usual as her aura practically reveled in glory, her bubbly bright smile widening as she caught sight of her best friend, failing to see the two newcomers at her side before rushing towards her and taking the girl into her arms.

" Hey girlie!" She greeted causing Miley to smile back at her; she frowned as she noticed the distractedness floating into her best friend's voice as she responded.

"Okay, am I missing something?" She cut in, cutting off the rambling her best friend had started. " What's up with you?"

"What? Nothing." Assured Miley quickly. " Speaking of nothing, I would like you to meet-"

" Hold up! I know!" Giggled Mitchie, placing an arm around her friend's shoulder in sympathy. " Did you get stuck on the upstairs bathroom, again? "

The friend shook her head with a roll of her eyes, missing the desperate message telling her to stop the sentence. " Girl, how many times do I have to show you how to lock that door, I'm beginning to sound like a broken record."

"Mitch!" Screeched Miley as heat rose into her cheeks, plastering Mitchie's face into confusion and even more so as deep chuckles filled her earbuds.

She lifted her confused gaze from her embarrassed childhood friend, upwards, shock barreling through her as she caught sight of the purely handsome boys in front of her, entranced into the case of the chuckles.

"Umm-" She laughed awkwardly. " Hi."

"Hey." They responded, causing Miley to let an exhale fly out of her luscious lips before deciding to introduce them.

"Guys, this is Mitchie. Mitchie, this is Shane and Nate."

"Hey." They greeted as they grasped her hand into a firm shake causing her to smile flirtingly up at them.

"Hey yourself."

Miley frowned at the sound of her best friend's voice, an unknown emotion rising through her as she eyed the boys, particularly Shane.

She and Shane, since the other night had been avoiding each other, only speaking to each other when needed which already caused mixed feelings to rise up against couldn't help but feel she didn't take a particular liking in her friend's new interest when it came to the boys-

More so Shane.

"Excuse me, boys." She told them. " We'll be right back. I just need to go to the washroom. "

"No problem, don't get yourself stuck in the bathroom, princess. Now that I can't help you with" Called out Shane, smirk intact as he watched her growl angrily before high-fiving his brother in victory.

Miley gripped Mitchie, stalking off angrily before whirling around to meet her so-called 'best friend'.The role seemed absurd to her at the moment.

"How could you say that! With Sh- them present!" She gritted out causing Mitchie to lift her hands up in an utter move of defence.

"I didn't know they were there!"

"That's cause you wouldn't lemme talk, ya big donut."

"Well then, my apologies bestest friend." Retorted Mitchie meekly, causing Miley to roll her eyes.A dreaming sigh reached Miley's earbuds causing her to look at her best friend, eyebrow highly raised.

" Ever been in heaven?"

"No." Answered Miley in confusion.

"Well I think I have." She says as she eyes Shane. " Girlie, if you won't have him then step aside cause I'll be more then willing to have him rock my socks!"

Miley feigned distaste, snorting as disagreement for good measure. " Forget it, he's bad news."

"How bad?"

"Jake Ryan, bad." Winced Miley, shaking her head furiously as she remembered the whole fiasco at hand that involved Jake, the name actually made her shudder in disgust.

"Perfect." Purred Mitchie with a smile. " I've always had a thing for bad guys."

"He's my bodyguard and he's 19, Mitch."

"Even better. He's older and built, I think I've found Mr. Right."

"Of course you did." Muttered Miley, voice laced with sarcasm as she tried to succumb the rising emotion to strangle her best friend.

"C'mon!" Ordered Mitchie with a giggle. " Let's get back to the guys!"

And with that the two-retreated back to the two brunettes' in question, Miley frowning in silent anger as she watched her best friend go to work on her new boy-toy. For some reason Miley despised the scene, despised the constant flirting going on between Shane and her best friend, if only she had known that bad vibe crawling through her was the well known emotion also known as jealousy.

As they say, Jealousy hurts like a bitch, Miley was just figuring that out as we speak.