AN: Chapter 3! Still in Miley's POV.
I walked through the halls the next day, silently hoping and praying to myself that Mikayla would be striken with some strange illness and have to move far away to get it treated.
See, this is why I don't talk to anyone.
I walked out to lunch and saw Mikayla sitting with her friends, and they all threw looks at me, whispering and laughing. "Can you be anymore obvious?" I muttered to myself.
"What was that?" Mikayla asked, as she and her gang of wannabes stormed up to me. Why did I not notice them get up and walk over here? When did they get up? Oh wait-she's talking again.
"Answer me, what did you say?!" Mikayla yelled. "I said, can you be anymore obvious" I spat back. Woah-who said that?! "You better just stay out of our way you little whore" Mikayla spat.
"Yeah, because I'm the one with a different guy every night, yeah Mikayla, I'm the whore" I muttered sarcasticly. Mikayla spun around on her heel and stared at me, hate in her brown eyes.
"At least I don't have a drunk for an older brother" she spat. My mouth dropped open, and I heard a few gasped. Well, there goes a whole new batch of rumors.
I don't know what made me do it, I don't even know how I had the strength to do it. But when she said something about Jackson, something inside of me just snapped, and I pulled my fist back and punched her squarly in the nose, and heard more gasped as a loud crack was heard.
"You'll pay for that" one of Mikayla's snobby friends whispered. I couldn't even see straight, that's how mad I was. I felt two hands on my shoulders, pushing me towards the parking lot. I didn't fight them, knowing that I was already in deep trouble, and decided to go with the flow.
I heard a car door open, and then I was pushed into the seat, and the door slammed. My vision started to clear and I noticed that I was in the beat up old car that belonged to none other then Lilly Truscott.
The blonde climbed into the other side and took off out of the parking lot, coming to a stop near a playground that I had never seen before. "Sorry about kidnapping you, but I thought you'd rather be kidnapped then suspended" Lilly spoke, and I nodded my head, still not wrapping my mind around what the heck I had just done.
"Why'd you hit her?" Lilly asked, breaking the silence. "She said something-she deserved it" I mumbled, not willing to tell the girl exactly why Mikayla had deserved to have her nose snapped.
"Is there a reason she deserved it?" Lilly asked. "Maybe" I muttered. "Placeholder" Lilly said, pointing her finger at me. If I wasn't already calmed down, I would have smacked her arm so hard it would have hit her in the face. "What?" I asked, confused.
"When I was in therapy-" Lilly started. Oh no, here it comes. "The therapist said that when people don't want to answer something, they use words like maybe, whatever, stuff like that" she finished. My god, that actually makes some sense.
"So..why are you helping me?" I asked. Lilly smiled.
"Simple, I happen to think you're pretty alright, and didn't want to see you suspended cause of something that slut said" she said, pulling away from the curb and racing down the street again.