Ugh, so tired.
I ditched school after my secret was blown. I was preparing to leave school as Otis in a few days and come back as Lilly, having the perfect plan of us being exchange students. But now there's no chance. Everyone knows who I am because the gossip in Seaview spreads around like the plague. And, to top off my sundae of disaster, Miley will most likely never speak to me again.
My mind redirected from my growing misery for a moment as my cell vibrated in my pocket. I checked who was calling and almost dropped the device on the ground while trying to flip it open.
"Miley, I-"
"Lilly, I just wanted to let you know that I don't want to talk to you ever again, okay? After what you did, be happy I don't completely hate you," Miley said coldly.
"No, listen! I-"
"Delete my number from your contacts," she demanded.
"Miley, I know your number off by heart," I reminded her.
"Just do it!" she yelled then hung up. Well, this is just great. Miley has no idea why I said what I did! I didn't want us to stop dating or anything, just wanted everyone to think I was the scum and not Miley. Her reputation isn't that hot as it is, so if people found out she was going out with me even while knowing my secret, she'd be dropped down to my status. Dirty lesbian liar. She doesn't need that or deserve it. But she thinks I did it for another reason. I just have to explain everything and hope Miley will understand and take me back because her tone told me we weren't girlfriends or even friends anymore.
Mum had cleared things up with the school and I was heading back with hardly any confidence. I've taken so many days off now because of the whole 'disguising as a guy' thing and all it did for me was get me into a place even more horrible than before. But I don't regret it. For a couple of blissful weeks, Miley was mine. I experienced another side of her that was completely unknown to me and I craved it again.
I entered the school and the atmosphere darkened. I'm not kidding. Malice was in the air and I kept my head down, knowing it was all directed at me. Everyone knew and that scared the crap out of me. It was almost like walking past a hungry lion pride covered in meat sauce. You knew they were going to pounce, but you just didn't know which one would make the first move.
"Lesbian bitch! Amber got suspended because of you!" Ashley cried out without hesitation, standing by herself at the end of the hall and I could practically see the steam wafting from her skin. The puppet was angry without her controller.
"She deserved it," I replied when I was close enough, making my way to my old locker, which was one down from Miley's. The thought of seeing her so I could clear things up gave me some relief, but Ashley halted my quest by jumping in my path.
"No, she didn't, you did! You should be the one suspended! There must be some kind of law against dressing up as a guy," she fumed, getting in my face. We had an audience too; a bunch of animals prepared to cheer and riot if a fight started between Ashley and I. Idiots.
"Piss off," I muttered, stepping around Ashley.
"What you pulled off was sick. You're disgusting," a boy declared, his friends nodding their consent and a few more accusations were made and my innards felt heavy. I know I deserved everything, but their words still hurt me. Shouts followed behind me and I tried to keep my head buried in my locker for as long as possible, not wanting to face the things I couldn't handle yet. A hand touched my back and I flinched, praying that its intentions weren't to harm me. I didn't need my outside to match my beaten up insides. The hand rubbed up my back, but I remained hidden in the small black space of my locker.
"Oh Lilly," Miley's comforting voice bounced throughout the locker, making its impact on my ears even more overwhelming. I could feel her beginning to lean over me, arms wrapping around my waist to hug me, but I couldn't allow it.
"Miley, no, let go of me. I don't want you to be a part of this," I said, untangling her limbs from me and pushing her gently away from me.
"I thought you cared about me Lilly," she whispered, her tone so sorrowfully crushed that I could hardly breathe from how tight my heart was clenching.
"Why do you think I'm doing this? I don't want you to be put down like I am Miley. I just want you to be happy and I know being insulted and hated everyday isn't something you'd enjoy," I explained, turned my head slightly to look over my shoulder at her, not ready for the wet shine coating her eyes.
"Don't you get it? I don't care what anyone thinks Lilly. I just want to be with you," she confessed, turning away then, making me believe I had lost all my chances at getting her back. "Ya'll listen up now!" she yelled out down the hall, surprising students due to the outburst, causing them to look over to see what was going on. "You can think what you want, but I'm in love with Lilly!" Wow. Did she really just say that? It can't be possible. Why would Miley, the girl who didn't want to talk to me again, scream to basically the whole school that she loved me? The short answer: she wouldn't. This can't be real. I'm sleeping, having a wonderful dream about Miley loving me and being far more spontaneous than usual. But then it happened. Something far too dynamic and miraculous to be a fabrication of unconscious mind.
Miley marched right up to me, grabbed my face and planted a big, wet, completely fabulous, kiss right on my lips. In front of everyone! I knew what the look on their faces would be, but Miley seemed to be trying to take my thoughts away from that as her tongue forced itself between my lips and twisted around mine. Mission accomplished!
This isn't the end. Unless you want it to be.
