Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana. I own Amanda.
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Anonymous POV:
They were kissing. How could they suddenly be kissing? They were done! I thought that they were over with! And that they were moving on!
My hiding spot wasn't the best, and I saw Jake slightly flinch as the bush's leaves ruffled briefly. It was hard to keep still from that annoying spot.
Jake's POV:
I broke away.
I looked to see Miley, wearing the saddest face I had ever seen in my entire life.
She was frowning, and was so still it looked as if she almost wasn't breathing at all. She looked like I had…betrayed her?
I was confused.
"Miley. I'm serious. And you can't make me change my mind. It's the best thing for us. It's the safest," I said quietly, trying not to spill.
"Safest?" Miley mouthed robotically.
"I-I—" I stood up, clueless with nothing to say, and ready to go to first period class.
Miley stood up and propped herself up on her crutches.
Miley's POV:
"Jake! You can't leave me like this. It isn't fair that you did this to me. You hurt my leg," I whispered in a scared voice.
Jake faced me at the door to go inside.
"Miley, what happened to your leg anyway? Is it okay?" he asked.
I shook my head and sat down with a light thug on the bench once more.
I pressed my lips together.
"Jake—It isn't really broken. Just…mildly fractured," I whispered embarrassed.
I looked down, and then quickly in his eyes.
"Look, Miley. I kinda—well, I knew that. I knew it wasn't broken," Jake whispered back, his voice trembling just a little.
"Huh?"
"I've broken my leg before. Trust me, I knew you didn't really break it. And I mean if you did, obviously you'd be wearing a huge cast."
"True. But it hurt so much more," I blurted.
My face turned like a sheet of white paper.
"Why?"
"Because—Because…well, my doctor made me go see a physiatrist…and she said that—that it was…It's really my emotional troubles that are bothering me and causing me pain. And that I'm blaming them on my leg," my voice sounded quaky.
Jake looked down.
There was total silence. Except for the rustling of leaves from the bushes behind us.
"O-Oh…" Jake said finally, squinting ahead into the sky as if he was trying to spot Superman.
The bell rang.
"Well—I better go," I said, stepping up and leaving.
"Yeah," Jake said and followed me in.
"Hey!"
I spun around to see a very familiar and unliked face to me—who else but the annoying, too talkative, nosy, bratty, little—
"It's Brianna! Remember me Miley? We met at the hospital!" she said, jumping up and down and screaming her sentences so loudly that it was like she were at a pep rally.
"Um…yeah," I said embarrassedly as people stared.
"Well! My mother said she needed that form! You got it?" she said over excitedly.
"Um…yeah. Lemme get it."
I turned away and pulled out the form from my bag, realizing that I hadn't asked my dad to sign. Oh great…
"Wait a second. I-I forgot to write something," I pulled out a pen and went to my locker. I used the wall as a desk and I sneakily forged my father's signature.
"You know that's illegal."
I looked up to see Oliver.
"Yeah—I know. But, it's an emergency. Please don't tell, Oliver."
"I won't."
"Thanks! You're the best!" I said enthusiastically, sounding a little like Brianna.
I shuffled over to where Brianna was standing, more like bouncing, and handed her the paper.
"Great! Thanks Miley! Um, before you leave, here is the email address of the person you are going to be communicating with," she bickered happily and slipped me a piece of torn paper.
I had no time to look at it just yet because the second bell rang and I hurried to my first class.
Once seated next to Lilly, I quickly opened the note. name.
Really weird.
Lilly peered over my shoulder.
"What's that?"
I speedily folded up the scrap of paper and shoved into my pocket.
"N-nothing."
Lilly bit her lip and didn't seem all that convinced. But she couldn't say anything more because Mr. Cole started to teach.
"Test tomorrow," Mr. Cole said in his monotone as everyone groaned.
I stared at the clock every minute of every class.
Finally it was lunch.
I sat down in the cafeteria, my lunch in my hands. I sat down with Lilly and Oliver.
Lilly was in space.
"Lilly?"
I followed her gaze to Jake, who was sitting next to Amanda, who was laughing and flipping her hair. Jake was smiling.
I felt my eyes burn.
"Miley, don't look—" Lilly insisted.
"No! I have to," I whispered bitterly.
Jake's POV:
I loved Miley and I needed to keep her safe. In order to keep Miley safe, I needed to stay away from her, and to keep my mind off her, I needed someone else.
Like Amanda.
She was perfect. Beautiful.
We flirted all through English, Math, and lunch.
She seemed to be flattered that I wanted to go out with her.
She accepted first thing.
"So, Jake…"
"Yeah, Amanda?"
"Weren't you just going out with that Miley girl?"
My thoughts drifted to Miley.
A beautiful image of her immediately popped up in my brain, but I shook my head to rid those old thoughts.
"What? Oh, oh, yeah. But um, no that's it, we're done so…" I trailed off and became incoherent.
"Rico's at eight?" Amanda giggled in my ear.
"What? Oh, sure…" she didn't seem to realize that my thoughts were somewhere else.
Miley's POV:
Up until, now, Amanda was a really sweet, smart, and outgoing girl who occupied the locker next to me and who I got along with. Now, she looked like an evil monster in my eyes.
"Miley—" Lilly snapped in front of my face, "Miley! Eat! Something! Lunch is almost over."
I stared down at my soggy French fries, my Mad Cow infected hamburger, and my bruised apple.
"I'm not hungry, Lilly," I muttered, bending the straw of my soda.
"No! Eat something! Jake can't just distract you like that! Eat. Come on," Lilly raised her voice anxiously.
I gulped.
"No."
"Please! Miley! You'll do this once, and then in the future, you'll be doing this everyday. He's always going to do this to you, so may as well just eat."
I forced the lump in my throat to go down by gulping again, but with rising difficulty.
"I don't want to."
Lilly stood up unexpectedly.
"Miley!" she yelled.
She was acting like my mom. Well, when I had one.
She sat down.
"Miley, don't go all anorexic. We need you here," Lilly said quietly, avoiding my eye contact.
"Fine," and bit my tongue.
I picked up a limping French fry, and stuffed it in my mouth.
I ate quickly, snatching glances at Jake, who was still flirting with Amanda.
"Lilly, I got to go—get my books for Health. Excuse me," I said, stiffly standing and pushing my way out of the cafeteria, completely forgetting my crutches.
When out of sight, I ran my best to the bathroom.
No one was there, and I locked myself in a stall, and fell over the toilet.
If I can't go anorexic then…Before I knew what I had done, I was staring at my French fries, hamburger, and apple, all chewed and mixed up like stew, funneling down the toilet. That's were they should have been from the beginning, before I had chewed it up.
I flushed a million times, and washed my hands. As I left the bathroom for Health, I popped a breath mint in my mouth.
Now for real I had to get my books.
Oh no. Amanda was retrieving her books, folded over her lock, and a huge Cheshire cat smile spread across her face. I don't think I could even try to imagine Amanda ever crying. She just wasn't that kind of person.
"Hey, Miley. Listen, I would just like to let you know that—I-I'm dating Jake know. I really hope it doesn't affect your…relationship," she said shakily.
My throat hurt again, and I swallowed.
"No, no it's okay," I lied terribly. And then—"I'm over him."
I couldn't believe I just said that.
Amanda's face brightened in an instant.
"What a relief! Okay, well, see you," she squealed happily.
Amanda's POV:
As I was getting my books from my locker for the next period class, I saw Miley come up to her locker to get her things.
I smiled as I looked up at her.
She didn't seem to smile back.
Usually Miley was a really peppy, loud and funny girl who couldn't seem to keep still. I liked that about her. And I guess you could say that she was my friend. I guess so…
But this time her mouth was curved into a sort of a frown. Her eyes were drooping as if she were about to fall asleep standing up that very moment. Her hair wasn't all that…neat. Her forehead was crinkled. Yet her face was kind of blank yet strewn with confusion.
Miley was just one of those people that you just couldn't imagine crying. Well, now I could.
She looked…sad. And I think I knew why.
"Hey, Miley. Listen, I would just like to let you know that—I-I'm dating Jake know. I really hope it doesn't affect your…relationship," I said.
She seemed to freeze for a moment and she didn't blink even after a couple of seconds. I could see her swallowing hard.
"No, no it's okay. I'm over him," Miley tried to say casually. I wasn't all that convinced.
But I smiled anyway and said, "What a relief! Okay, well, see you."
I turned around and started off down the hall when I turned my head to Miley, who was still at her locker. But she wasn't getting her books from it; she was painfully banging her head against it.
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Miley's POV:
When I got home, I skipped homework and immediately logged in on my email.
I needed to find out more about this girl.
What was I supposed to write? Hmmm…
Hey!
I'm Not Going To Tell You My Real Name.
Well…
I just wanted to say hello…
And maybe we can…introduce ourselves better somehow?
Well, I like singing, acting, and some dancing too. I hate homework (well, really…Who likes it? Besides the nerds I mean)
I can't eat raspberries. They make me sick. I like cheerleading.
Um…
I like to go shopping. I like clothes.
-smiley&highlyhyper
My email name hardly seemed to fit anymore.
A/N: Hey, well, a few surprises there I guess. But I have huge ones planned for the future!! I'm so excited! lol. Tell me how you liked it!