"Hey Otis, fancy meeting you here," Amber said, her disgusting body leaning on the locker next to mine. Miley's locker. How dare she filthy my dear, sweet Miley's locker with her horrid self? I'll be sure to get Miley to wear some rubber gloves before she can even consider touching the infected areas of metal.
"Well, this is my locker," I managed to say as politely as possible to Amber the dummy head.
"Oh gross, there's a bug on my locker!" Miley cried as she approached me, her hand finding mine as Amber launched herself away from Miley's locker, frantically raking her fingers through her hair worriedly and checking over her clothes to assure that said bug wasn't on her. "Ah, much better, it's off now," Miley said happily, leaning into me with a big smile, leaving my hand to wrap her arm around my waist. Whoa, this girl sure can act! If I didn't know any better, I'd say we were actually in a relationship for real. And, without reminding myself that we weren't, I placed my arm over her shoulders and kissed her cheek with a small laugh.
"Haha, you're so funny," Amber drawled flatly.
"I'll say!" I added good-humouredly, pecking Miley's cheek again for the heck of it. She giggled and cuddled closer to me, sticking her tongue out at Amber in the process. Amber shot a glare at Miley as she started to leave and that cow (disease-ridden cow) ran her fingers across my back on her way to probably look at herself in the mirror to wonder why I don't like her. Maybe someday, I'll enlighten her and explain that one of the thousands of reasons why I hate her is because the 'hands and feet to yourself' rule doesn't seem to exist in her glamorously twisted world.
Softness touched my temple and I glanced at Miley, who beamed a sheepish grin after kissing me. I smiled a little and moved in to return the favour to my favourite cheek, but Miley had other plans. She must have turned her head at the last second because it definitely wasn't her cheek I was kissing.
I swear, if Miley hadn't grabbed around my neck, pressed herself into me, kissed me harder, made my mind come up with good excuses as to why I should return everything she's giving, then I so wouldn't be sucking her bottom lip right now. Miley let out a moan that revibrated right through me and I clung to her even more, to the point where she was almost a part of me. A spark of excitement ignited into a consuming heat when her tongue danced over my lips and I opened my mouth, allowing her to dive right in. She licked over my teeth before tangling around my own tongue and I moaned, gripping her hips. The tasty intruder left my mouth and Miley pulled back, her hand leaving my neck to cup my face.
"You taste amazing," she whispered, starting to repeatedly shower my lips with chaste kisses. I know I should be wondering why the hell Miley is suddenly so touchy feely, but what she's doing to me feels so good and I doubt she'll ever try whatever she's on again so I really have to be greedy and take all I can get and then some. That's why I stopped her draw backs and merely grabbed her in for one big, mind-blowing kiss. She sung out another low moan and I hid my fingers in her hair, drawing her closer, wanting no gaps between us. Miley's hands lowered and past by my neck and travelled down my sides, squeezing between us to an area she's never touched before. I gasped and Miley tensed in my hold, then broke free. She took her hands away, looking at them as if they had committed the greatest crime of all. Does she think they have? "Lilly," she breathed, her expression completely grief-stricken. "I'm sorry," she said before turning and leaving me in a place I didn't want to be. And this place hurts. A lot. I felt so rejected as I watched her disappear in the crowd of kids acting as if they hadn't witnessed her groping the front of my jeans. I know they'd seen it, but I don't care one bit. All I care about is Miley and her actions. Does she regret touching me? Because I don't regret enjoying it and I wouldn't regret going even further with her. But I'm in love with Miley and that's where we differ. Miley doesn't love me. Her running away slapped me in the face hard to enough to make that clear.
Miley ignored me after that. Every wave and greeting was shrugged off or "unseen" and I was left alone in the dark... with Amber and Ashley being the only ones to comfort me with their unwanted light, which was more excruciating than my solitude. Okay, I'm lying. Nothing is worse than being without Miley, that's at the top of my 'bad' list. I'd understand if Miley wanted to stop our 'going out' charade, but she didn't have to stop talking to me. I'm happy with friendship. Why can't Miley see that?
"Oh, Otis, cheer up. Miley is just trying to accept that she's not good enough for you," Amber said, her attempt at making me feel better doing the opposite, as always.
"Actually, I'm the one who's not good enough. She deserves more. So much more," I muttered, staring off into space, while Amber sighed dramatically, as if she'd had enough of giving up time from her busy schedule to make me feel better, which she hadn't succeeded in.
"No, you do! You deserve better! Miley has no right to treat you like this because of something she did!" Amber shouted, making it clear that she had either heard the news about Miley's frisky hands or seen it. "I mean, what she felt can't have been that bad..." Amber trailed off and I really didn't want to know where her eyes averted to.
"Amber's right," Ashley chimed in, shadowing Amber's stare. I was so compelled to just stand up and say, "She's never wrong in your books you puppet!" But I didn't. I mean, I had a heart even when it came to the heartless. Their intentions may have been slutty and their words may have shunned Miley, but they were trying to make me feel better after all. "Besides, I bet Miley is still lesbian lusting after Lilly."
"The Triple L syndrome? Definitely. It would explain her ill treatment of poor Otis here," Amber piped, nodding her head in agreement to Ashley's nonsense.
"What are you two on about?" I asked, even though the real question should've been, "what are you two on?"
"Surely Miley has told you about her old fuck buddy Lilly?!" Amber said rather loudly and the surrounding students in the cafeteria chuckled. I glared at her and she shrugged. "They never admitted it, but it was so obvious they were into each other. I honestly think Lilly was acting like a tomboy just so she could get Miley's attention, but Miley just drooled after everything Lilly did so there wasn't really a point. I was getting sick of watching them." Whoa! These two really have nothing better to do than warp my hobbies into a cry for attention aimed at Miley, the girl I am now in love with... Hey... wait a second. This can't be right. Amber and Ashley have never spread a truthful rumour before and yet here I am praying that it is true.
"You don't like Miley, do you?" I asked.
"No, but it was really annoying watching her be so stupid. So I told people some things to speed up the process. Those two dorks needed to be dorks together and not apart. Watching them circle the other was just getting too annoying. I think they got together for a while, but Lilly moved away. I bet her mum didn't approve or something. And then Miley was left all sad and alone, until you came along," Amber finished explaining nonchalantly. I stood up with a smile on my face, not believing one of Amber's thoughtless speeches had actually helped me. But I didn't have time to care.
"Thanks Amber." I'm never saying that again. I ran off to find Miley after that, hoping to clear things up between us. I had to know if friendship was what she really wanted.
It had almost been twenty-four hours since Miley started giving me the silent treatment, so I knew last night she would have thought things over. Hopefully. Because I sure did and it was Amber's previous speech that pushed me the rest of the way to actually go and talk with Miley instead of cowering and sulking, wanting Miley to be the one to break the ice.
I found Miley in the back of the cafeteria with Oliver, a new spot they overtook for lunch since Amber and Ashley had control of our old table. I wondered for a moment if she told Oliver about me, or if Oliver knew it was me from the start. The first one was more likely.
"Miley, I need to talk to you," I said firmly, glancing at Oliver for a moment, hoping he'd get the hint. He sighed and looked to Miley, probably wanting a confirmation if he should leave, but Miley's attention was on me, eyes clouded in a blank stare.
"Oliver, do you mind...?" she asked drolly, waving him off to finish her question. Oliver nodded with clear uncertainly and stood, picked up his bag and left us alone. I took his seat next to Miley, noticing her fidgeting hands, playing with a bracelet I recognised as the one I had brought for her on her sixteenth birthday.
"I'm sorry for going so overboard Miley," I started, having a vague idea of what I was going to say due to countless rehearsals last night while alone in my room. "I shouldn't have forced you to continue our fake relationship even after you knew it was me. I let my feelings get the better of me. I'm really sorry," I finished, hoping the small pout I added would heighten my chances at forgiveness. It used to. I think... Either that or Miley is just really forgiving. No, it has to be the pout. My ego said so.
"Feelings?" Miley questioned sceptically. That's not what I was expecting...
"Isn't it obvious? Miley, I lo-like you. A lot," I said, biting my tongue for my slip up. This wasn't the right time to admit my absolute love for the girl.
"How long?" Why does she care?
"Ever since you first kissed me. It's like... my feelings were asleep and your kiss woke them up and then they started to grow. Yeah, I know, sounds like a fairytale, but I swear that's what it felt like," I babbled, wondering what more I needed to say to be nominated for the 'brainless nut of the year' award. "Miley, I need to know what's going through your head. Tell me? Please?"
"I have no idea Lilly. Even after you told me you were Otis, I still felt the same about you. Do you think...Do you think it would be okay if I confirmed things by...umm... by..." she bit her lip at this point, her cheeks starting to redden and even if what she was going to say stabbed me in the heart, I couldn't help but be amused by her cuteness.
"By?" I encouraged, offering Miley a smile that most likely displayed just how much of a slave I was to her.
"Kissing you?" she finished, ducking her head and hiding behind a curtain of brown curls, which I ran my fingers through to get to her chin. I tilted her head up and leant in, but paused before our lips made contact.
"This is a kiss from Lilly," I whispered, moving in the rest of the way and gently pressing my lips to Miley's.
Miley's POV next chapter?