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Hey! I hope you're liking this story so far, I'm really into it :D The chapters seem to get longer every time haha. Well, enjoy :D
'"Don't worry about it." He replied smiling. I smiled at him, to tell him again how thankful I was.
And with that, we said goodbye and walked down the muddy path to the car. Turns out, Nick Gray and I aren't so different after all..'
Miley POV
I don't think I've ever had the same dream twice in row before. Ever. But last night, I dreamt about the bridge.. and falling, all over again. I work up numerous times in the night. Dad had to come and deal with me, I felt so bad. All in all, I've had around 4 hours sleep. Maximum. So you can imagine what I must have looked like in the morning. I heard Mom and Dad talking about it, and if it gets any worse they're considering getting me someone to talk to. So I'm a fucked up teenager with mental problems. Brilliant, just brilliant. That's my high-school life down the drain.
By the time I was out of bed, it was already 10 to 9. I had 10 minutes to get ready and out the door. I ran over to my closet, grabbed a blank tank top and shoved it over my head, and pulled on a pair of dark blue skinnies. I didn't have time to put on any make-up. I combed my hair once and over, and clipped my fringe up with a hair grip. Once finished, I grabbed my handbag and ran downstairs where Mom and Dad were sitting at the kitchen table trying to act normal when really they had a million questions to throw at me right there. I didn't have time to discuss anything right now, let alone sit down and have Dad give me a full-out lecture. So I grabbed a piece of buttered-toast and ran to the front door. Apparently, I wasn't fast enough.
"Miley, wait." Mom blurted out.
I stopped abruptly, my nose nearly touching the door, hand on the doorknob. I sighed.
"What?" I turned round to look at her.
"You can't go on like this. You have to end it with Liam."
"But-" I started.
"No buts. I can see it, you know it's the right thing to do. He can't treat you like this. We won't let him treat you like this."
I knew she was right. But somehow I couldn't bring myself to accept it. I didn't want to believe it. I'd persuaded myself that it was normal. Normal for Liam to treat me like he was. I was his girlfriend, he could do what he liked. I was so wrong. Despite not being able to bring myself to believe it just yet, I had to agree with Mom. I was late for school already. At that moment my phone buzzed in my pocket, I took it out and checked my inbox. It was a text from Demi, my best friend. It read 'Miley, where the hell are you? X'
"I know Mom. I'll end it, I will. I have to go, bye."
And with that, I ran out the door and pegged it to school. As soon as I got to the gates, I was panting like hell and my whole body was aching. I'd had a lot of that in the past 2 days. I went in, turned a couple of corners and found the room I was supposed to be in. I turned the handle slowly, opened the door and was greeted by 30 pairs of eyes staring directly at me, including Demi's. Evidently, it doesn't take long for gossip to spread in somewhere like high-school. I walked to my desk and promptly sat down. The teacher was staring at me too. I was expecting a telling off, or a detention for being late. But I got nothing. Weird. He carried on his talk on Global Warming and gradually everyone seemed to focus their attention away from me. For a little while. As soon as the bell went and I got out the classroom, all interest was on me. I could hear people muttering all sorts of things like 'Yeah, she was raped..' and 'Liam told me he was the first person Miley called and straight away he went looking for her!' and then a chorus of 'Awwww!'s. Demi turned to me. I was fuming, and it was obviously showing.
"Ignore them. They don't know what they're talking about, they're just rumours." She said sympathetically. She pulled me into a hug.
That's when I spotted him, over Demi's shoulder. A miserable looking Nick Gray sitting at a bench, the other side of the corridor. I smiled at him, expecting one back. But instead he just glared at me, and turned back to his book. What the hell was going on. What the hell were people saying.
"Demi, I need you to tell me everything. Please. You're my best friend, and you're the only one that'll tell me the truth." I pleaded. "What the hell has being going on?"
She sighed sympathetically. "Come on." She said, guiding me towards the girls bathroom.
Once we got in, we quickly checked if there was anybody in there with us before Demi started.
"Liam's been shit stirring. Once he heard about... what happened to you, he took advantage and made up some of his usual bullcrap. He's been spreading that you called him straight away, and he came running. Made it all out to be some sort of fairytale. He's being telling everyone what a hero he is."
"Wait, what? How did he even know what happened to me? How does anyone even know what happened?" I said, my voice getting louder and more irritated.
"Ur... that would be me."
"What?" I replied confused.
"Your Dad, he rang my mum who told me what happened. He wanted to make sure I knew, so I was extra careful around you for a few days, and so I could be there for you."
"I don't believe it. He told you? Didn't he think where this would lead? And now he's got everyone tip-toeing around me." I shouted. I was so angry I could scream. "So, then you told Liam?" I predicted.
"Yeah. I know, it was stupid. I wasn't thinking. I was so outraged at it all, that I went to him thinking he's your boyfriend, he should know. I know, he's the last person you'd want to tell. I get it, I'm sorry." She expressed.
"You thought he had a right to know? A right to anything? If he hadn't stood me up, none of it would have even happened!"
"Wait, what? Huh? You got stood up?"
"Yes! That's why I was out so freaking late!"
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry. That's why he's doing it, isn't it? To persuade everyone he rescued you like the hero he is, when really the whole thing was down to him."
"No shit Sherlock." I said sarcastically.
"I'm so sorry Miley. If I'd known-"
"No, it's fine. Forget about it, it's done." I broke in.
Demi sighed in sympathy. I could tell she was sorry, she wouldn't have done it deliberately. Then I remembered.
"Wait, what about Nick?" I blurted out.
"Huh? Nick?" she said confused.
Oops. "Ur, doesn't matter."
"Ok.. so, you think we should go and set the records straight?"
"No. It'll all blow over. That's the last thing I want, to cause more trouble. There's only one person I want to set straight."
Look out for the next chapter!
