I like writing this story the most :)

Depressed: I don't need to convince you, you'll convince yourself. I bet you'll get a really good idea and then you'll never get rid of it because you want it done so bad that you'll just explode and write a 30 chapter story that I'll read.

Forbiden Faerie: Lol, you're an oddball. And I'm the second one, without a doubt. No one neglects the real world as much as me... and if they do, that's very sad, they shouldn't do that. Anyway, I'm sure you'll be shocked with what happens.

Not Jasmine: ayi

I arrived at school feeling completely out of place. Not just because I was new, but because all the dolled up girls were giving me filthy looks as if I'd just dragged myself from the gutter. Well, I was definitely going to fit in so well among these types. If they didn't stop leering soon, they'd all have a matching Converse shoe mark scarring their asses to go with the pole they all seemed to have shoved up there. It'd be a nice reminder not to rub me the wrong way... Nothing sexual intended.

I wandered about the school, discovering the location of my classes, locker and hoping to find Miley at some point. And I did find her, which she must be thanking God for because her position didn't seem to be an enjoyable one. A few of those snobby girls surrounded Miley and as I approached, their conversation became audible.

"Can you believe the school let a hillbilly in here? Low standards much?" one bitch said.

"Tell me about it! Being in the same room as her is making me feel retarded," a super bitch said.

"Brainless hicks shouldn't be here. You should go back to your farm and let the pigs teach you again," a mega, ultra, fucking devil reincarnation, bitch said. And, throughout the whole damn thing, Miley just stood there looking scared shitless. She had no responses to any of the insults. The poor girl just remained frozen in place, teary eyes darting over hideously masked faces as if she expected them to attack at any given moment. Well, I didn't know them, but I was moving in for the kill.

"I think taking lessons from you guys would be worse than nothing," I interjected, offering Miley a soft smile before hardening my features as the girls faced me. The bitchiest one was a brunette with a smoothly curved face covered in makeup. What a fucking clown.

"You calling us pigs, you slut?" she asked, moving closer with her prissy posse at her tail to probably attempt to appear more domineering. Pfft.

"No, I'm talking to the other three ugly swines," I retorted sarcastically, glaring icily at Mega Bitch, who was scanning me up and down. Sizing me up, I bet.

"Fresh meat, I see." Oh, I just knew this girl was the type everyone has to know because they either wanted her shot or because they wanted to blindly follow in her footsteps. That trail would lead them right to the gates of Prissy Glamour Bitchy Snobby Land (aka hell). Dipshits.

"No, I believe that will soon be you," I said, looking past them to see if Miley was holding up okay. She still looked pretty frightened. "Anyway, I'm just here to save my friend from being pig slop, so I'll be on my way," I informed, pushing past Mega Bitch and moving towards Miley with a smile, I took her hand gently and tugged her along with me.

"Just so you know, I'm Joannie. I'd warn you not to fuck with me, but you already have. Watch your back!" Mega Bitch (a much more suited name) called after me; as if I cared that I was put on her hit list. I honestly didn't care if she hated me because I hated her twice as much. I squeezed Miley's hand and stopped walking after we had rounded a corner, facing the still petrified girl.

"Are you okay, Miley?" I asked, leaning in close to keep our conversation more private. Not because I liked having a better view of her face or anything. She nodded, but glanced around us, not looking at me. Well, she was obviously lying. "I'm not sure what kind of past you have with that girl Miley, but you don't have to take that kind of abuse. I know I don't really know you, but I like you and I hated seeing you so helpless. I swear, if I didn't have so much self- restraint when it comes to vile people, I probably would have been put in jail for the things I wanted to do to them for speaking to you so-"

"Thank you," Miley whispered, doing something I wasn't prepared for. Shy little Miley closed her eyes and leant her forehead against mine. I gasped slightly as our noses touched, knowing how close our lips were to brushing. I felt... not scared... anxious... Yeah, anxious. But I wasn't sure about what. Did I want her to hurry up and move away? Did I feel overly stressed about how pathetic I was being because I was letting her in so unresistingly? Yep, last one.

"You're welcome," I replied lowly, my lips starting to tingle due to Miley's steamy breath wafting over them. The mood was getting way too intense for my liking and, even with my weakened shield, I knew I had to stop it. "I think hugging would be more appropriate in this case, Miley. People will get the wrong idea," I said, stepping back slightly and releasing her hand, opening my arms to give her the option of whether to step into my world or not. Well, that's just my view on this situation, but I didn't know if I wanted Miley to see my gesture for what I interpreted it as or not. She met my gaze and I was a little shocked, and dazzled, to see her cyan eyes a shade lighter than what I remembered. They almost looked understanding. Her hands trailed around my waist uncertainly, but I ignored her hesitation and wrapped my arms around her shoulders, hoping I wasn't being too rough, as I brought our chests together forcefully. When you grew up with male friends, being tender was the last thing you had to be around them. But the change was nice. She was so soft and delicate in my arms, small almost, even though she was taller than me. Smelt great too... No! No, no, no, (yes) no! I'd already broken the rules I'd set for myself by allowing Miley to pull me into a quick starting friendship bordering on something I had to step back from. Barely friends, that's all I was permitting.

"This is... nice," Miley said, fingers gliding up my back, tracing spine-quivering patterns along the way.

"Tell me about it," I muttered begrudgingly, trying, and failing, to ignore the vibrating of Miley's chest against mine as she giggled. Why did everything about this hillbilly have to be so endearing? Sooner or later, I was going to want more after breaking the regulations of my 'no Miley' diet by having a taste. I'd never been good with sticking to something.

The bell rung, which was our signal to stop swapping body warmth and get our butts to the first class of the year. Miley pulled her timetable out of her backpack once we were separated and I scanned over the paper along with her, thrilled to see her classes matched mine apart from two periods. It was like we were meant to be together... as friends! Just friends.

Oh Lilly, you're such a mush ball when it comes to Miley.