This chapter is in Lily's POV.
I was perched on my bed covers, bored, eating some popcorn. Me and Miley had a huge movie fest scheduled for tonight, but it was canceled without even being mentioned. Miley had become a brat—no more than that. She was an…Amber. Or an Ashley, I guess, but she's not that idiotic.
I flipped on the TV and saw some huge announcement for Hannah Montana's Best of Both Worlds tour. "Whatever," I grumped to myself. My cell phone jingled, and a homemade ringtone Miley had recorded for me played. I solemnly pressed the Send button.
"Hello?" I groaned, hoping it wasn't someone I really cared about. "Lily?" a voice sobbed on the other end. "Um, yes?" I asked uncertainly. "It's Miley." She was sobbing so hard, I swear she was choking on every word she managed. But I didn't feel any pity for the backstabber. "Miley, don't call here!" I chided her cruelly. "Lily, just listen to me." She proceeded to tell me about everything that had happened to her in the last hour. My heart went out to her, but I couldn't help but say, "I told you so."
"I know you did, Lily, and I should've listened to you. I guess I was just so caught up in the whole thing, I didn't stop to think about the consequences. If I—we don't stop Amber and Ashley soon, they're going to publish all of the secrets I spilled to them in the yearbook. The whole school and more will know my secret, and I'll loose the trust of almost everybody."
"Serves you right, Miles," I said hardly, even though I didn't mean it. I was going to help her. "You're right. I shouldn't have come crawling back to you. I'm sorry, Lily. Goodbye." I quickly shouted into the phone, "Miley! Wait! I'll help you. All we need to do is get to the editing room before the draft copy gets to the printers. I'm sure we can find some excuse. I've got it."
"What?"
And I told Miley my plan.
