AN: Hey, sorry this took so long. Blame my exams! But they're over but I'm going to Cyprus for two weeks tomorrow... so next update may be a while :/ sorry.

Song: Kesha - Backstabber

I apoligise in advance for the suckiness of this update - it's more of a filler chapter to lead to the next stage of the plot, so it's nothing special. It used to be longer too... then I changed my mind and a whole lot of stuff got deleted.

Enjoy x

Chapter Ten: Backstabber: Part One

"Morning Ms Truscott," I smiled as she opened the door.

"Morning dear," she said returning the smile before letting me in the house. "Lilly's still in bed, you might want to wake her." She said before leaving the house for work.

I put my schoolbag down by the door and crept up the stairs to Lilly's room. I quietly pushed the door open and saw that she was indeed still in bed. Her duvet was a scruffy mess and only covered her torso as her arms and legs were sprawled out in all directions. I grinned at the sight before tiptoeing over and kneeling by her bedside. She looked so adorable while she slept, her breathing slow and regular.

I ran my index finger softly down the bridge of her nose but got no reaction. I did it again and again and again and then saw lines begin to form on her forehead and she started screwing up her nose. I continued to stroke her nose softly until she came around from her slumber, blinking several times before realising I was indeed in front of her.

"Good morning," I smiled and she rolled her eyes in typical Morning-Lilly fashion before turning on her side and attempting to go back to sleep. "You have to get up at some point, Truscott. We do have a rather important psychology presentation today,"

"Fuck psychology," she mumbled before swiftly turning back round, hooking her hand around my arm and pulling me onto the bed. She wrapped her arms around me and rested her head on my shoulder, her eyes closed.

"Well, good morning to you too," I chuckled, all my senses on hyper alert at being so close to her in her bed. My skin tingled; every single cell was jittering where her skin touched mine.

"Shush, sleepy Lilly," she mumbled against my shoulder. It was unbelievably adorable. I gave in to myself and wrapped my arms around my tired girlfriend. Girlfriend. I loved saying that. I kissed the top of her head and I felt her smile against my skin.

"As much as I'd like to stay here like this –you don't know just how much I'd like to stay here –we really should get a move on for school," I said into her blonde hair.

"Mmruph," she murmured in disagreement and I chuckled.

"Lilly," I smiled, running my hand through her hair. "Come on, sleepyhead,"

"Let's ditch," she said before snuggling closer. I gasped at the increased contact of skin as she wrapped her leg around both of mine.

"Lilly, I have to go into school today – cheerleading thing. So you either come with me this morning or you walk,"

"Okay, fine! I'll get up then," she smirked before placing a small kiss on my exposed shoulder where she'd been resting. She swung her body over mine and padded groggily into her bathroom, closing the door.

I didn't move from my position in her bed; there were just too many feelings raging around my body to allow me to stand. I wanted her so bad. I knew we were taking things slow and I was okay with that; I really was… but the things she does to me. I need her so bad sometimes that I don't even understand it myself.

"Have you not moved even an inch since I've been in the shower?" came Lilly's voice and I pulled myself out of my thoughts to see her stood there with only a towel wrapped around her dripping body, her wet hair pulled around her shoulders. I shook my head, my mouth slightlyagape and she just laughed. She grabbed some clothes before heading back into the bathroom to change and I couldn't help but think of how my girlfriend was naked in the next room just mere meters away.

"Still not moved eh?" she chuckled as the bathroom door reopened revealing Lilly just wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a deep purple coloured bra. I don't know how I managed to keep my jaw closed at the sight. She was so beautiful; her perfectly toned body and the slight definition of her stomach muscles were driving me wild over here.

My eyes were still roaming over her as she began drying her hair. Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer and made my way over to her. She jumped, startled, when I put my hand over hers and lowered the blow-dryer which she silenced.

"Miley?" she questioned softly as I moved her hair away from her neck before lowering my mouth to her pulse point and kissing it. "Miley…" she repeated in a moan. I slid my hand across her shoulders, pulling away her bra strap to continue my kissing along her shoulders. She trembled under my touch and I smiled against her warm flesh.

"Miles…" she groaned, dropping the blow-dryer and spinning round in my embrace, her mouth suddenly on mine. Her arms wrapped around my neck as she pushed her tongue across my lips and I needed no encouragement to allow her in. Our tongues battled for a little while, each of us moaning and trying to deepen this kiss. I let my hands drop from where they'd been on her shoulder blades down to under her ass and I lifted her up onto her dressing table, feeling her moan into my mouth, the vibration initiating a moan of my own. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her hands holding my face tightly as if to make sure I wouldn't pull away; I wasn't planning on that and if oxygen weren't an issue I wouldn't even stop for air.

"Miles…Miley… no, Miley…" she mumbled between my attacks on her lips. I'd felt her body tense and she began to pull away. "Miley." She pulled back and from her position on the dressing table, she was able to remain out of my reach. "Miley," she put her hand on my shoulder, breathing hard. "Too fast..." she breathed.

"Sorry," I lied. I really wasn't sorry at all, I was only sorry we'd stopped. "Let's ditch,"

"Oh sure, now you want to ditch," she laughed, pushing a lock of my hair behind me ear. "Sorry but on days we ditch; I ain't getting up this early,"

"Fine," I grumbled, much to her amusement. "Fine, let's go to stupid school,"

"You were encouraging me to go not long ago; what's changed?" she laughed and I just grumbled before sitting back down on her bed. She'd changed that's what. She'd changed into just jeans and a bra! Did she really expect that not to affect me? Really?

-x-

When we finally pulled into school there were a few students just filtering in so we had to hurry in order not to be caught together.

"See you in Psychology," she said, checking to see if anyone was looking before placing a quick kiss on my lips and getting out of the car.

"Lilly!" I called to her and she turned back around, leaning against the car window. "I have practise after school so you can either wait or, y'know, hitch a ride from someone. I don't expect you to wait,"

"I'll wait," she smiled. "Usual spot?"

I nodded and watched my girlfriend head into the building. I sighed and realised the meaning to that expression: 'I hate to watch her go but I love to watch her leave'. Those jeans really did cling to her figure rather deliciously.

"Miley!"

I jumped in my seat and turned to see Traci outside my door. Why was she here so early? She was normally late for school. I tried to act inconspicuous and got out of my car.

"Yeah Traci?"

"What were you doing?" she questioned and I tried to act confused as I swung my bag over my shoulder and hugged my textbooks.

"What?"

"You were just staring at that skater girl…" she trailed off and nodded in the direction of where Lilly had been walking.

"No, no I wasn't," I lied hoping to God she hadn't seen Lilly in my car. "I-I just spaced out. I was just thinking,"

"Okay…" she elongated the word then shrugged it off. "Whatever. So practise starts at four sharp. Don't be late,"

"You're telling me not to be late? Aren't I still captain of this squad?" I asked her, my tone a little irritated as I started heading towards the entrance.

"Well yeah but this is majorly important – the next game is the last game before summer vacation. It's the biggest game of the year Miley; everyone needs to have their head solely on the game so you can't just be sat spacing out in your car staring after some skater chick,"

"I wasn't," I protested. I briefly wonder why she emphasised 'on the game'… was she directing that right at me? Did she know more than she was letting on? No, no she couldn't – how could she? I brushed off the comment as I walked through the school doors, down the corridor and to my locker with Traci following by my side.

"Like I said, whatever," she shrugged again, her nasally voice elongating the vowels more than necessary. "We need to have the best performance and help the guys win. If we loose, everyone will be unhappy and it'll ruin the Endgame Dance,"

"Traci, I know what you're saying but we're only cheerleaders – we don't actually win the game," I told her, putting my psychology textbook in my locker and taking my English Literature book out ready for first period.

She was silent for a few moments, simply watching me. "What's happened to you?" she said more to herself than to me. "You've changed. What happened to the shy Tennessee girl who climbed to the top of the social ladder in mere months? Where did that determined cheerleader go? Because lately, all I see is a girl who doesn't put the same effort in anymore? What's changed Miley?"

"I…" I paused, leaning against my now closed locker. Had I really changed that much? I knew I hadn't been the same 'determined cheerleader' but that never really was me… I'd just been more of myself as of late – is that a bad thing? Sure, I love cheerleading but I just don't see the point anymore… did I ever? It was just a way of creating popularity wasn't it? And for it to look good on a college application? Wasn't it?

"Whatever," she said for the third time. "Just don't be late." She added before sauntering off down the corridor as the first bell rang out telling people that school was about to start. I sighed, a little confused, and headed towards homeroom.

-x-

"…but the research within the model of relationship breakdown seems to be culturally biased, which is known as eurocentric, as it has been conducted in Western societies," said Lilly, giving the final line of our presentation to the class. We got a small applause, as did the other groups, before we were told to take our seats once more.

"Well, good presentation girls," said Mrs Stevens, obviously surprised at how good it actually had been. "Truscott and Miley were our last group and there's only a few minutes left of the lesson so I'll let you go early today. Please leave a hard-copy of your presentation before you leave so I can mark it,"

Everyone set about collecting their things, chatting excitedly about being let out early. I couldn't help but smirk at the glare Lilly was giving our teacher for last-naming her; it really irritated her.

"I gotta go," I said softly, brushing Lilly's hand with my own under the table. She slowly entwined our fingers, smiling. "You still waiting? You don't have to,"

"I'll wait," she said simply. "Plus, I'll be able to see you practise from in the gallery," she winked and I laughed softly, squeezing her hand before letting go and leaving the room.

[Lilly]

I put the hard-copy of our presentation on Mrs Steven's desk before I left, her eyes burning into me as I left her classroom. Seriously, what was her problem with me? She's actually worse than Miss Linley but at least she has a reason for not liking me – I'm distracted easily by Mik and we talk too much in her lesson. Mrs Stevens had no reason to hate me – I was quiet, kept myself to myself and was clearly the smartest kid in the class… so what the hell was her problem?

I shoved my things in my locker and slammed the door shut. I immediately jumped as it revealed someone stood there.

"What the fuck, Johnny?" I exclaimed, placing a hand on my racing heart. How the hell did he get there without me noticing?

"Hi to you too Lilly," he smirked, his arms crossed and his hair bobbing along with the shaking of his chuckling.

"What do you want?"

"Whoa, calm down Lils. I just wanted to apologise," he said holding up his hands. I could see in his eyes he wasn't being sincere but I let him continue regardless. "I shouldn't have said what I did… and I miss you; you were one of my best friends and now I've lost not only you but Mik and Oliver are ignoring me too,"

"What's your point? You can hardly expect us to be all chummy again. Not only did you call me a lesbian," I whispered the word for fear someone in the emptying corridor would hear. "But you told the entire school we'd slept together at that party,"

"And I said I was sorry about that. It was just a joke that went too far and then someone overheard and it spread around school,"

"Sure it was," I said turning on my heel and heading down the corridor, my sneakers squeaking slightly on the polished floor.

"It was… wait, where are you going?"

I stopped abruptly, my hand on the door which led to the art department and then the viewing gallery. "Bathroom, what's it to you?" I questioned harshly.

"… There are toilets down there?" he questioned, confusion on his face but something else in his eyes.

"Yes. Hardly anyone goes in them though so they're always quiet," I stopped myself before more spilled from my mouth. Too much information and he'll realise I'm lying.

"Oh. Right, whatever," he shrugged and I quickly headed down the corridor and into the viewing gallery staircase. I peeked through the door for a few minutes until I was satisfied he wasn't going to follow before heading up the dark staircase.

Looking down through the viewing windows I could see Miley and the rest of the cheerleaders just setting up in the gym. I smiled, knowing that they couldn't see up here unless the lights were on. I could sit and watch my…girlfriend – that sounded so weird yet so right at the same time – dance and gyrate and jump around. While I watched, I couldn't help but think back to our little make out session this morning… I'd stopped her. If I hadn't we'd probably have tumbled into my bed and I wasn't ready for that, not yet. Plus, our first time was a bit of a drunken mess and I want to make up for that… when we do finally sleep together for the first time since being together, I want it to be special, I want to do it right… maybe not all the candles and things like you see in the movies but not just two hormonal teenagers jumping each other.

[Miley]

I was shattered. I'd been trying extra hard during practise not only to stop Traci's snide comments but because I knew Lilly would be watching. I sneaked odd glances up to those dark windows, wondering whether she'd be smirking down at me but the glass was dark.

"Practise again same time tomorrow Miley," said Traci as I pulled my shirt over my head, my practise outfit folded neatly on the bench in the changing rooms.

"Yes, I know Traci," I said indifferently as the other girls headed into the shower room.

"You got dressed quick," Traci noticed, nodding at my now fully dressed self. "Going somewhere?"

"Uh my dad wants me home as soon as possible today," I lied. I don't think she bought it but she didn't say anything more. After a few moments of us simply looking at each other in silence, she turned on her heel and followed the other girls into the showers.

Once she was out of sight I quickly shoved my things in my bag and jogged out of the changing rooms, down the hall, round the corner onto the main hallway then down the art department corridor.

"Miley?"

The voice startled me and I noticed Johnny Collins leaning next to the viewing gallery door. Fuck.

"Hmm?" I said, slowing my pace to try and think of something to get me out of this situation or get him to leave.

"What are you doing down here? Its afterschool,"

"I could ask you the same question," I said trying to keep my tone indifferent, as if it were perfectly normal for me to be walking down this corridor afterschool.

"I asked you first," he said, raising an eyebrow.

Think Miley, think. "Bathroom. The ones round here are cleaner than the main ones," I lied. He smirked and shook his head as he laughed at what seemed like a private joke. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing," he said still smirking. "Well don't let me stop you," he said before heading down the corridor. What was that all about?

I headed up the stairs and found Lilly sitting by one of the paintings Mik had done. "Hey you," she smirked, standing as she noticed me.

"Hey," I said as we both walked towards each other, meeting halfway in an embrace. She tucked her face into the curve of my neck and I sighed into her touch. She was just so warm and so… cuddly.

"You were really good," she said against my neck, snaking her hand up from my waist to my shoulder, pulling back to look me in the eyes.

"Ya think?" I smirked, glad me extra effort had paid off.

"I know," she breathed, before capturing my lips in hers. My stomach got butterflies as our lips danced together, the hand which was on my shoulder snaking up to my hair. She pulled back, appearing confused. "I like your hair down," she said softly. I'd put my hair up while I practised but at her statement I swiftly removed the band and allowed my hair to fall free of its restraint. She grinned before kissing me again.

After I don't know how long, my phone rang. Answering it, I saw I had a text from my dad saying he wanted me home for dinner.

"Come on, my dad wants me home for dinner," I told her and took her hand leading her down the steps. I hesitated slightly in case Johnny was lurking around still but the corridors were empty.

"Umm… Miles?" she said quietly as we climbed into my car.

"… Lilly?" I mimicked the same quiet tone of hers as I pushed my hair back and pulled out of the lot.

"Well I've been thinking… your brother knows and you and your dad seem pretty tight…" she paused. "I think… I think I wanna tell my mom,"

"Really?" I squeaked before I could stop it and her face grew fearful. "No, I meant… Are you sure? It's a big deal,"

"Yeah, you're a big deal to me," she said almost shyly and I reached across to squeeze her hand.

"Want me to be with you when you tell her?"

"No, I should do this on my own. Thanks though," she smiled. "I don't know how to break it to her though… do I just blurt it out over dinner? Try and work it into a conversation…"

"I honestly don't know…" I told her. "Jackson just kinda guessed really… he found out by accident but I was going to tell him first before my dad…"

"Mmm," she murmured, deep in thought. As we neared her house, another of my songs came on the radio and again I switched stations. "You did that last night. Do you not like Hannah Montana or something?"

"Um, it's not that I just – never mind," I stammered.

"Uh… okay then," she smirked, shrugging it off. "See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, wake up on time Lilly. I don't think I'll be able to stop myself if we have a repeat of this morning," I smirked.

She laughed softly, before closing the gap between us – after checking no one was looking- and placing her lips on mine for a brief moment before exiting the car.

"Bye, Miles,"

"I- uh, see ya," I stumbled, almost saying 'I love you' before I'd even known I'd thought it. I don't think she noticed. It had just jumped into my brain at that moment as she started walking towards her house. I didn't know where it had come from – no, I did. It was true; I loved Lilly. I really did. She made me feel like… me. It sounds completely cliché and utterly cheesy but it was true – ever since I moved here, I was Head Cheerbitch who was popular and had a famous movie star boyfriend; guys wanted me, girls wanted to be me and those who didn't hated my guts. I was the stereotypical American cheerleader and I didn't even notice myself getting lost in it.

But Lilly… oh Lilly… She's changed all that. I can feel what I used to feel back in Tennessee. She's my golden fields and my soft breeze through the trees. She's the exhilaration from riding Blue Jeans bareback up the old tracks and she's the calm of the creek. She's my home.

I put the car into drive and set off for my physical home; still thinking of how I loved the blonde skater girl.

AN: Short and sucky. Sorry. But yeah, like I said - just leading to the next section hence it being called Part One. Reviews are much appreciated :D

Yeah, so the next update may be a while cause I'll be on vacation. So apoligies. Regardless, stay tuned x