Thanks so much for waiting this long for an update guys! so this chapter is mainly a filler but it's leading up to something i promise. Like i said before, not my best work but i enjoy writng it. please review!
I tapped my fingers angrily on my desk. I was driving myself crazy, I almost hated myself for trying to get revenge on Miley. I don't know why I even bothered. All it did was make me feel crappier and confuse me even more. Two pictures, laying face down on cold wood, why? What was she hiding? I hated this, I wish I could let it go. Why does she feel a need to hurt me? What did I do to deserve this? I just wanted things to be like they were before, but I don't think that could ever happen now. Not after what she has done, what she has become.
School the next day was hell. I tried to walk as quickly as I could to my locker. I shoved past several ass-holes who tried taunting me and buried my head in my locker, breathing hard.
"Lily!" the sound of Sarah's voice didn't exactly cheer me up. I turned to see her standing there looking concerned. "Are you okay? What Miley said was way out of line, I mean that was bitchy even for her."
"Yeah, it was." I said flatly. Sarah tilted her head curiously.
"So what really happened then? Or did she just make everything up from scratch?"
"Uh, she made it up. Shocking eh?" I lied quickly, not wanting to explain.
"Bitch." she said quietly. "Hey look, I'm really sorry about what I said about Oliver spreading rumors. I guess I just feel like I'm separate from everyone around me and that they don't like having me around so I say things to get them to notice me. It's shallow I know."
"Yeah it kind of is. If you want people to like you, you just have to be kind to them, you don't have to lie."
"I know." She looked down at her shoes, ashamed. I closed my locker, kept my head down and went about my day. Not exactly my best I might add.
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Again I stood at the once-familiar door and knocked nervously on the hard wood.
Again Mr. Stewart answered the door smelling of tobacco and alcohol. It really saddens me to think that this man, who had been like a second father to me, had turned into something so pathetic and disappointing.
"Hey Lily, good to see you coming around here again."
"Hi, is Miley here?"
"Uh, yeah I think she's upstairs." He moved out of the doorway to let me through. I walked past him and up the stairs. Miley's bedroom door was open, her ears were covered by headphones. She looked up to see me standing in the in the doorframe and took off the earphones.
"Not again. Why do you keep coming here?"
"I still don't know why your such a bitch." She smiled and winked at me, which pissed me of more. I tried changing the subject.
"So are you going to tell me what those pictures were that you didn't want me to see? "
"Why would I do that if I didn't want you to know?" I clenched my jaw as she stared blankly at me. I looked over at the desk where the photos stood yesterday. The frames were still lying down on the wood. Miley followed my gaze to the bedside table. She shook her head with a deadly look in her eye. I took a step forward, toward the table and she scooted backwards in her chair. I was closer.
"Lily, please don't." I took another step forward and she stood from her chair and looked at me for the first time in months without a cold, hard glare in her eyes, instead a pleading, scared look was present. I rushed to the table and picked up the photos, I looked up at Miley whose head rested in her forehead then back at the pictures. I wasn't sure what I was expected to see but it certainly wasn't this.
