A/N: Thanks for the incredibleness, you guys . Love yaa :) Hope your Valentines Days were wonderful. I was grounded. Yeah, I know- it sucked. Take my advice, be good to your parents and dont do bad things. Haha :P

Hey, if you havent heard about it, go check out ttran59 and Miixaoo's challenge thing. I'm too lazy to tell you about it, so click on the link in my profile and go check it out yourself. I'll be participating, and it officially starts next week, so get moving. Let's hope I get back in my writing mojo before then, though. I've been a little out of it lately, and the other writers doing it are kind of like really really good, and then theres me, so... I'm just hoping that I get back into it.

And thanks to ttran59 for helping me on this chap with her knowledge on college life :)

Sorry if it takes me a while to update in the next few weeks or so. My grades went downhill in a week, and I'm plotting revenge against someone (haha), and theres quite a few boys in my life. And then I have this acting thing, and our competition is next week, and we already made it to the state championships too, so I'm going to be out of town in a few weeks anyways. And then tennis practice is starting again. Just warning you, please dont yell at me for slow updates. That goes for Broken too. But I've been pretty good writing ahead for this story. Broken, not so much.

Ah, sorry for the long note. Just had a lot to say. Enjoy the chapter.

In a Moment

Seven

I dropped the heavy textbooks on my bed and sighed deeply, already missing summer. The titles on the books were taunting me, reminding me about the studying and homework I had to do already.

I shoved the books to the end of the bed and jumped on the empty space, resting my head on my soft pillows. I was incredibly tired- I wasn't used to waking up at 7- and I had a later class, too. I decided to take a small nap and was drifting into sleep when my phone buzzed in my sweatshirt pocket. I rolled my eyes dramatically and opened the phone, seeing that Nick texted me.

Barely saw you today :( How did your day go? It read.

Okay, I guess. I'm not too excited about this whole college thing, but whatevs. Yours? I texted back.

Terrible without you. Dinner tonight?

I sighed, and bit my lip. I could skip class, or skip dinner. It was only my first day, so I decided to play it safe. Class tonight. Breakfast tomorrow?

I tapped my fingers on my phone while I waited for a response. Class in the morning. Lunch?

I rolled my eyes. How was this ever going to work out if we both had uncoordinating schedules? I'll only have a few minutes, but lets meet at our place.

He sent a confirming message, and I fell into a light sleep. I woke a few hours later to my cell phone vibrating, and looked at the time. My eyes shot open and I burst out of bed, grabbing the textbook I needed and slinging my purse on my shoulder. I ran down the stairs and out of the house. I noticed that there were several girls sprawled around, painting their nails and braiding their hair, and I wondered how they weren't stressed like I was. Maybe I just have harder classes, was the thought that ran through my head.

By the end of the week, I was exhausted. I was drained physically and mentally, and didn't want anything else left to do. But that didn't stop me from wanting to see Nick.

Friday night, I was sitting on my computer, with Jade across the room on her laptop also, since she was too tired to party with the other girls. "Miley, its for you!" I heard someone call from downstairs. I sighed and got up from my bed and walked across the hardwood floors to the staircase. I saw Nick standing there, roses in hand, wearing a beat up black leather jacket, a white v-neck showing underneath. He cocked a crooked grin, and I rolled my eyes. "Wow, thanks for the warning," I muttered before hurrying back into my room. I shut my laptop closed and threw off my Juicy sweatsuit.

"Nick?" Jade asked, no emotion present in her voice.

I nodded and ran in the closet, grabbing a pair of distressed skinny jeans and a black tank. I slid my arms through a gray cardigan and slid my feet into a pair of black flip flops. I ran out of the closet and across the hall to the bathroom, and ran a brush through my long, curly locks. My eyes were tired, but I tried to perk them up with a few swipes of mascara and salmon-colored lipgloss. Satisfied, I grabbed my purse from the bed and ran down the stairs to meet my boyfriend.

He hugged me tightly, and then tilted his head and kissed me lightly. He grinned when he got a little bit of lipgloss on his lips, and I wiped it off for him.

We walked out of the house and I was surprised to see a slick, black convertible waiting idly on the street. I turned to him with shock, and he shrugged and looked away. I bounced down the steps and hurried to the car, not waiting for him to open the door for me. I slid onto the buttery leather seat and marveled at the beauty. He laughed at my innocence and got in the drivers seat. He turned the key in the ignition and began driving away.

"So how has school been?" he asked after a few silenced minutes. He released his right hand from the steering wheel to turn down the volume on the radio.

I rolled my eyes. "Terrible. Who gives a term paper and announces test dates the first day of school? It's so stupid. I have so much work to do, its sickening. I don't even want to think about the amount of homework I have to do this weekend." I cringed. "Is college really like this? All the work, I mean?"

He sighed. "Sadly, yes, but you get used to it. My first week was the same. Teachers give curriculum lectures and then dive right in into the material and expect you to be prepared. It's terrible." I nodded in agreement. "Are you getting a job? I know you have all that Hannah money, but its bound to run out sooner or later, right? Or is your dad covering all your expenses?"

My stomach churned, thinking about the fight I'd had with my dad two nights ago. I called him to talk, and after grilling me about not calling in two weeks, he was still fired up and had a lot on his mind, which included a job. He told me that I needed to learn responsibility and a job would do that, and by protesting I made him even more mad. I hung up with tears streaming down my cheeks, and ever since I'd been looking for places that hired. I wanted to show him that I valued his opinion.

I told Nick a little bit about what happened. "I filled out an application for Starbucks," I continued, "but they called this morning and said they found someone else. I'm back at the drawing board."

He nodded mutely. "There's a bakery downtown hiring if you want," he suggested. I shrugged and figured I'd check it out later.

"What about you? Where are you working?" I asked Nick.

"I'm trying to play at some shows, but they're all booked so far. I just want to get noticed."

I nodded, and then a sudden idea popped into my head. "Nick!" I exclaimed loudly, slapping myself on the forehead. I couldn't believe I hadn't thought about this earlier. "Hannah's record loves me! They hated seeing me go, so what if I replaced me with someone better?"

He looked over at me curiously to meet my excited eyes. "And the person better would be…"

"You!" I practically shouted. His face lit up. "I'll go in and convince them to listen to your music and sign you!"

He looked at me warily. "But you were a popstar. I'm not."

"So? Nick, they signed everyone from Shania to Josh to Flo Rida. This label isn't about genre or style at all. Trust me."

He smiled and took my hand. "You're the best," he whispered.

The smooth pavement suddenly turned to brown gravel, and he drove the car into the parking lot. I stretched my head, and a bright smile colored my face when I saw the top of a Farris Wheel and heard the sounds of young families on the rides. I grinned and pecked him on the cheek, ready for the adrenaline rush, and practically dragging him out of the car.

Three hours later, I was skipping through the park, cotton candy is one hand and Nick's hand in the other. I was beaming; my heart so satisfied and full that it could explode. We rode ride after ride, and thankfully his adrenaline rush was as big as mine. Somehow, in those few hours, I fell for him even more. Just the sight of his cute dimples as he laughed at clowns was enough to make me want to marry him in that moment.

We were sitting down at a red wooden table when the sound of his name being called rang across the dining area. He turned towards the direction the sound came from, and spotted a short, blonde beauty waving at him with admiration. Her tan skin was glowing and her bright blue eyes sparkled as she pranced towards our table. I bit my lip in disgust and couldn't help but be jealous of the girl standing before me. She was dressed in a white v-neck, purple cardigan, and dark skinny jeans tucked into suede boots. She had similar style to mine, but somehow looked model-gorgeous in a simple t-shirt and minimal makeup. I already hated her.

"Nick!" she exclaimed again, now by his side. He rose and hugged her politely, gesturing for her to sit next to him. "How have you been?" she asked curiously.

"I've been really great. Miley, this is my… good friend, Hayden. Hayden, this is my girlfriend Miley."

The color drained from my face as realization hit me. She turned to me with a cute smile and said a quick hello, before immediately turning her attention back to Nick.

I sat there in silence for close to an hour as the two caught up. I finally got up to the bathroom, stumbling a lame excuse, and left the table. I got in the bathroom and felt tears prick my eyes. I blinked them back quickly, and took my phone from my pocket. I called Jade, breathing slowly as the dial tone filled my ears.

"Hello?"

"Hey Jade, its me."

"Hey, Miles, whats up?" she asked.

"Hayden, whoever that is, is here. She showed up and she's been talking to Nick for the past hour! What do I do?" I was really unsure about calling Jade, but I knew that she'd give me the honest truth and I really didn't have anyone better to call.

"God, I cant believe she still wants to talk to him," she muttered in a low voice, and I was pretty sure she thought that I didn't hear it. "Just… just let them talk. They haven't talked in a few months, let them catch up, and then when she leaves you guys can go back to having fun by yourselves. Don't let her ruin your night."

I took a deep breath. "Okay."

After a few last words, I hung up the phone and left the bathroom stall. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, wiping a finger under each eyelid to fix the smudged eyeliner, and then went back into the warm night.

When I walked back over, Nick was sitting alone at the table, texting on his blackberry. I spotted Hayden as I walked by her at the concession stand. She was squirting yellow mustard onto a corn dog and I smiled and continued to walk, but she put her small hand around my arm and stopped me.

"Hey, I just wanted to tell you something, okay?" she asked quietly under her breath. I nodded. "Just… be careful, okay? You see, you think that you know someone but they might just turn out to be someone else. I don't know you or anything, but I just don't want you to get hurt. I don't want Nick to hurt you like he hurt me." I glanced up at Nick, who was now staring at us with curious eyes.

I nodded slowly. "Okay."

A/N: Hmm, Nick has secrets? The story is starting to unveil, my friends.

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