She will be loved – Chapter Seven – Writing on the Wall

Taylor was holding up a navy t-shirt that read 'I love NY'.

'Do you guys think mom would like it?' she asked.

I nodded, totally in my own world and Miley was trying on about a hundred different dresses, gushing about them to the Latino girl, whose name I hadn't quite caught yet.

'So what's your name?' I asked her, throwing the cigarette butt into a trashcan beside me.

'Maria…I'm kinda new so Miley was showing me around one day and I guess we all just became friends' she said and looked away sniffing.

Geez what did I have cooties or something. I didn't have time to reply because right there in the doorway was the woman who should have been cast in The Devil wears Prada', the person who has tortured me more than any high school could ever…my mother.

'Darling I have been looking everywhere for you. Look you found your old Carson friends how lovely' she said embracing her arms together and looking around, practically oozing with pretentious airs.

'Hello mother' I said acting as if my old worst enemy had just walked in the room like in one of those old cowboy movies. Heath snickered while Miley and Taylor coughed looking around.

My mother tried not to let the awkward air affect her but I could see my hostility was getting to her. 'Well Paul was just telling me about this beautiful little restaurant so I'm off' she said smiling. She waltzed out the door but just stopped short and spun around. 'Oh Pixie why are you not at school?' she inquired.

I mumbled a certain four lettered curse word under my breath then put on a great big smile. 'Duh mom schools are touring, if you're not on the committee then schools off!' I said without faze.

'Why are you not on the committee?' she persevered.

''Cos I don't wanna be on a dumb committee' I said back.

The crew laughed. I can't believe I just called them the crew again. This was the best time I've had in years. My mother frowned and continued out the door. I'd hear about this later…

'When did you become so brave' Taylor said poking me.

'I dunno New York does stuff to you…not necessarily all good' I said, sighing. I was shattered. I had barely got enough sleep last night and this day was taking its toll on me.

'Who wants to see Pixies bedroom?' Miley sung and took my hand. I followed, giving up to her and we all crammed into the elevator, giggling. Taylor looked back. 'Heath are you not coming?' she asked.

My heart stopped.

'Well we should get back' he said, and his eyes were flickering around.

'Oh no we missed the hotel proclamation thing and now we got no rooms' Miley suddenly wailed.

'You can stay here…I got five rooms and my step-sister person has a room next to me she never uses' I offered.

'Yay' Miley clapped her hands.' So it's settled'. She pulled Heath in who fell against me then backed up apologizing. Miley tutted the smiled 'You know it's almost like fate, the way we happened to just meet you here'.

'Yeah what the hell does it have in mind then?' I said to myself, looking around and resting my gaze on Heath, who was looking at the elevator doors and he sighed then looked to his right and met my gaze…