A/N- I just want to say thanks for all the great reviews! I've been really busy, so I'm having a hard time replying to them all, but I really do appreciate every single (non-flame) review. I wrote most of this story last week, so that's why the updates have been so quick. Anyway, this chapter is more dramatic and a little longer, also more Liley. Hopefully you like.

The next day, it rained. Hard. Miley slouched against the outside wall of the school just by the entrance, protected from the rain. She pulled a cigarette from her pocket, lit it, and inhaled. The smoke mingled with the fog caused by the California rain.

Miley wouldn't let herself thing about yesterday morning. She couldn't. Yet, she did.

Miley felt a spark on her lips, undoubtedly caused by the accidental contact with Lilly's. The blonde didn't seem to want to move away; on the contrary, her hands had moved to Miley's neck. She pulled the punk brunette closer, if that was even possible, and licked her bottom lip.

Miley obliged, allowing the cheerleader's tongue to invade her mouth. It was obvious that Lilly had had practice. Miley wished that she could lose herself in the other girl, but something inside of her caused her to pull away quickly, harshly ending the kiss.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Miley said, her eyes wide. She wondered why she was saying this to Lilly, when she would much rather have been kissing the blonde girl.

"Me? I-It was an accident," Lilly said, her face turning red.

"I don't think people 'accidentally' shove their tongues in people's mouths." Miley was angry, but not at Lilly. She was angry at herself, angry that she had exposed herself in such a way, and to one of the most popular girls in school. Denial swept over her as she tried to avoid looking directly at Lilly, whose sadness was obvious.

"Look, I have to go." Lilly ran from Miley's house, not bothering to take her schoolbag, which she had brought with her. As Lilly was leaving, Miley noticed her wipe her face quickly.

Miley stood in the living room, shocked by what had just happened and how badly she had handled it, for a full five minutes before the tears came.

"Dad, I don't feel well, I'm not going to go to school," Miley yelled as she ran upstairs to her room.

"Sure, bud," Robbie Ray said half-heartedly from behind his bedroom door, where he was getting dressed and moussing his hair. Things just hadn't been the same between him and his daughter since his wife had died. He felt like he was growing further and further apart from her every day.

Miley locked her bedroom door and leaned against it, breathing heavily. "Shit, what have I done?" She whispered, before succumbing to the tidal wave of silent tears.

"They test those on animals, you know," Sarah said in an inappropriately cheery voice. Miley hadn't even noticed the girl sneaking up on her, and she nearly dropped her cigarette.

"Jesus, don't scare me like that," Miley said in a low voice.

Sarah wrinkled her nose. "How can you stand those things? I mean, your lungs are probably rotting from the inside out-"

"Kind of like my soul," Miley said, quietly and bitterly. She threw her cigarette down and stepped on it.

Sarah looked down disapprovingly before smiling uttering a bright "Well, bye!"

Miley was about to reach for another cigarette when a jock-type boy walked up to her. He had a menacing smile on his face.

"So, is it true what they say?"

Miley froze. It can't be. I know rumors get around fast in high school, but this is just-

"That you forced yourself on Lilly Truscott." The boy looked disgusted, but he couldn't help but snicker at Miley's shocked look.

-ridiculous.