Pretty flawless blend of pink and purple converted together as it birthed a new day. Birds were humming peaceful rhythmic hymns and little kids with no current ambitions, bubbling energy and a thirst for fun were strolling around with an aim for a hyperactive day filled with laughter and photographers were running around trying to find the next golden thing that would at least get them front row seats to the biggest paycheck and legendary gossip title.

To any common human individual out there in the twisted, irrelevant world we shared, people would label this a good day.

Miley Stewart thought it was a whole other story.

The devilish beam of the bristling item that bore a hole through her tender skin coated itself throughout the whole of her freakishly pale figure, mind spinning madly on with regret and turmoil and her poor irresponsible choices decision-wise that she couldn't go on throughout the day without letting the tiresome, fatigued groan of despair unleash from her lips.

She could tell today was going to be yet another horrible day.

It honestly was getting harder to wake up in the mornings with that heavy guilty conscience feeding bad images in to her sour, sorry excuse of a brain.

The memory of that traumatic event still haunted her within each day.

Each day was like another way to torture and punish her for the sins she had commited whenever she so much as she walked into a destination.

The withdrawal and permanently closed off relationship between her and Mitchie had been made quite clear to the whole of the student body and to those around the world which had resided to rumors and constant talking from people that wanted a little insight on their assumptions and eventually led to haters.

Mitchie, totally out of character-wise had decided to blab about what she had done to her, in result making her seem like everything totally opposed to the victim and making the whole school change their views about her.

Eventually, someone in the student body had decided that her sudden nickname was good enough for the tabloids to get a hold of which created a field day for the photographers.

Waking up one day, already with a dampened mood only to arise and smell the coffee and find your father and your publicist heatedly arguing about the newspaper that held you and a horrible 'diva-ish' picture of you and a title that brang shame to the good girl american name wasn't all to get all perky bout.

'Sweetheart gone bad' wasn't really the best of all names, especially given the fact that millions of people throughout the world all thought of you as their once known role model that was nothing short of a phony with nice shoes and a style of class.

What she found out earlier on though, was as much as it literally bruised her heart to walk throughout the streets and set sight on her best friend only to receive the cold shoulder was the pang and the shattering ache that evoked within her at the mere thought of Shane.

She missed his tender touches and how he seemed to know exactly what she was thinking , she missed him painting her toes and him cuddling while watching a movie, even ones like the notebook which enabled him access to seeing her cry.

She missed swatting him playfully when he teased her about her being a crybaby when in general he cried just as much as she did.

She longed to see that devilish smirk of his or those flawless eyes of his that blew her away and yearned for his hands to run through her strands of brunette hair, either that or run his hands throughout the whole of her body.

She ached to smell his enriching cologne, it was a smell so bittersweet and so enriching and provided a mysterious element to it yet she figured out it was just so very… Shane that she'd literally have a seizure whenever she so much as smelt it from a far distance.

Her hands would sweat and her mind would get all blank and she'd stutter her way mid-sentence to avoid being around him when they cross paths ( which was every damn minute with her luck) when really, all she ever wanted to do was run into those broad, luscious muscular arms of his and kiss those majestic lips and run her soft fingers throughout those gentle brunette tresses on the top of his perfect little head.

The constant dreams she had didn't really help the revelation either.

So she did what she did every other day, trying to drown out the haunting scheduled thoughts of the day by pulling the covers over her body and burying her face in her pillow and just hoping that the earth would blow up into smithereens and she wouldn't have to feel the physical and emotional blow to her heart anymore.

Two steps then four and it wasn't long until her door slammed open and royal-like footsteps stalked throughout the room before it hovered in front of her and she felt her self being shaken away by the arms of her father.

" Miley…" She fought virtually against his shaking grip. "Wakey, Wakey."

She threw her head to the other side and briskly swatted his hand away as a response and even decided to kick him in the shin hoping that he'd get her message and just go away but she had forgotten that her father was hard-headed and stubborn and won't keep striving until he's reached success and it applies to all things so she gives up when she realizes that he'd once again get his way.

How do you think he became the dang president for crying out loud?

She freezes, not making a sound and she can tell he's watching her with inspecting eyes and knows that she's not asleep but she won't give him that satisfaction and absolutely can't survive another day at that hell hole of a school so she'll stay there slavering away with her cookie and crème chocolate and non-healing photo's and hold her breath with the knowledge that he'll go away.

That all flies out the window when that tickling sensation within her nose evokes and despite her wishes and struggles, she ends up sneezing smack dab right into his face.

She smiles meekly as she flutters her eyes open to face him.

He wipes at his face with tissue that he keeps in his customary tux before deciding to speak. He always has to speak. " Well good morning to you too, bud."

"Sorry, daddy." She sighs.

Robby Ray shakes his head, tracing his little darlings glorious face with a finger before speaking. "No apologies needed, darling. It's a Monday all bright and sunny and guess what?." He smiles. " You've got school! Up and at em' darlin' its going to be a great day."

She's officially deleting the word great from her vocabulary from now on. " Can't daddy."

He arches a curious eyebrow in response. " And why the heck not?"

She contorts her face into one of pain and grips her stomach tightly, looking up at him with blinking profane eyes of what she hoped was one that was a fabrication of dullness and sickness. " Not feeling too good, daddy. Might be a while till I can so much as walk out of a room, much less go to school."

"Oh yeah, and which one is it this time? I've got tummy ache, time of the month, tonsillitis, chicken pox.. Need I go on?" At the disbelieving look he got from his daughter, his lips quirked to one side. " Never try to outsmart your ole' man, darlin', living with six brothers and sisters in one trailer park tends to get you used to lies. " She groans and he smirks successfully. " Get up and get dressed darlin', it's a beautiful day."

She rolls her eyes and throws the covers off her body, begrudgingly walking to her walk-in closet when her father stops her from the across the room.

"Hey Mile?" She turns around to face him with expectant eyes. "Sometimes when you love something or someone you need to let it go in order to get a move on with your life, if its meant to be… it'll come rushing back, it might just need time." He winks at her. " Have patience, darlin' and don't give up."

With a knowing grin and a shoulder rub he exits the room and she wonders if he knows that in this case, the phrase works both ways for her and that she deserve to so much as have either of them in her life.

She's irresponsible and a book case of drama, a sinner and a bad friend and she doesn't deserve anything good that she gets in her life so she's not going to fight, even though her father wants her to and she will continue until she has managed to get that through to the rest of the world.

Doesn't mean it doesn't hurt or sting or provide a huger hole in her heart within each second that passes.

She sighs and flings the black t-shirt that she had in her hands across the room before she slumps unto the floor, unto her knees and buries her face in her hands.

"Easier said than done, daddy." She whispers mutedly and with that, she finally cries. Again.

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She walks into class.

She walks into class with a head full of bouncy brunette curls and a pasted bubbly smile and a bounce in her step and new expensive clothing and an attitude that most people would think that she wasn't affected by the separation between her and her best friend- correction, ex-best friend.

Most people don't know, that in reality, her smile is fake and doesn't reach her eyes and the sparkle she has is gone and that no amount of expensive clothing can make her best friend jealous for the girl is the definition of beauty and flawless that even in a pair of sweat pants , old green t-shirt and beat up sneakers make her still look like a built- in goddess and she hates the fact that she knows.

She doesn't deserve the satisfaction of seeing the anguish and the pain and the sadness that she holds but she does and it kills her because no matter what she does, no matter right or wrong she has the upper hand, even in cases like these.

She knows she shouldn't have blabbed to the whole school about her well, now wellknown feud between her and the supposed enemy but she was hurt and she was angry and she needed someway to heal and see that remorse and guilt and pain cross over her face and see how she likes it.

She hadn't intended on taking it that far, she didn't intend on having her hated by the whole school and have people picking on her and bullying her with crude remarks and hating comments and sure of hell didn't mean to take this feud so far that people were so intrigued by it that they even decided to feed this to the damn paparazzi and have this printed in the national enquirer.

But she was furious and confused and still in the healing process when it comes to her heart and so she did it anyway and even though she knew that revenge wasn't the best answer and did nothing but make the situation worse, she wasn't about to give her the satisfaction of having her back down and be the nice girl.

She was repulsed by nice, despised the word nice, nice was what got her here, all broken hearted and bitter smile and a thirst for revenge and pain towards the subject of her pain.

Nice was what got her into the whirling mess of tears and drama and loss and she wasn't going to give her advantage to get access to the upper hand once again.

She had the upper hand now, she had control and she was damn well going to keep it for as long as she could.

She'd just ignore that guilty conscious throbbing in the back of her head that was telling her this was all wrong.

She could feel her… Miley, boring a hole through the back of her head with plead and need and had it been a different circumstance she would've turned around and forgave her and gone about the rest of her day chatting to her and gossiping and telling her about the new trio of hot guys that transferred to her school and that's when she realized she missed having her best friend to talk to.

She's made friends, new ones in fact.

They're from the cheerleading squad infact, people of which she had come to know had a distinct hatred for her enemy since the beginning and like to display it whatever chance she got, they helped her get over her and her vile ways and even landed her a spot on the team and in result, she had even become tight and close friends with the captain, Alex Russo.

It still didn't stop her from not trusting them, or feeling comfortable with them or missing Miley.

But then, she'd get a haunting blast from the past and imagine Shane and Miley together, caressing each other, kissing each other, making love to each other and that bitter part of her self would resurface and she'd find herself thinking every possible way to make Miley Ray suffer just like she had.

Oh boy, she hadn't even started.

She had been so consumed into her thoughts and her evil ploys that she hadn't heard her teacher assign a new project and partners until she had heard her name and the enemy's together… in one sentence.

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

"Mrs. Montez, out of all due respect. I can't be paired up with her!" She storms, crinkling her face up in disgust.

"Now, now Mitchie clear up your tone, young lady.. very disrespectful." the teacher smiles at the enemy, one of which looks away from her glaring eyes. " Miss Stewart is a wonderful student and a wonderful classmate, you never had problems working with her before."

"That's because I had no idea how much of a backstabbing slut she could be. I will not allow myself to be paired up with someone that could very well be painted with STD's.. who knows how much she's screwed." She bristles, a glimmer comes to her eyes as the class erupts with laughter.

"Miss Torres!" Her teacher cries out with surprise yet she doesn't care, her eyes searching out the blue eyes of the girl that she had known since she was no more than six years old, she can see the tears in her eyes and the pain glistening in her eyes and as much as she's hurting from the fact that she had caused her best friend pain, the revenge and the burning hatred she feels right then and there was one too big that it overshadowed immensely.

"Then again, who would want to fuck someone that from what goes around, isn't that good in bed anyway?" She smirks. "Who knows, maybe her hillbilly of a father will help her out."

She smirks seeing the way Miley sobs painfully before rushing out the door, mascara running down her cheeks as she runs out of the classroom in front of all her classmates.

"Enough!" Her teacher shrieks scolding-ly, drowning out the sound of the kids cracking up and gripping their stomach from the laughter. "Miss Torres, to the principal's office now!" She storms.

Mitchie shrugs nonchalantly. " Hey, anything's better than being cooped up with Slutty Stewart."

"NOW, young lady." the brunette teaching lady exclaims. " And since you are obviously so immature and unreasonable, I will let everyone else pick their own partners and have you permanently be placed with Miss Stewart for the rest of the year."

Mitchie opens her lips to protest but her teacher beats her to it. "End of discussion, now take your bad mouth out of my classroom."

Mitchie rolls her eyes, continuing the façade she had led everyone to believe before cooling-ly bumping fists with a cackling Alex and a few other classmates and nonchalantly walking out of the room.

It was only when she stepped out did the sorrow look display itself across her face and the haunting image of Miley crying and whirling out of the room takes place in her mind.

Suddenly… revenge didn't seem as sweet as it was supposed to.

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She's sniffling and shredding the tissue paper she has in her hands and she places her hands over her heart as her breathing becomes a quick struggle and it feels like the air is being blown away from under her.

Her salty tears mat against her exasperated skin and her face turns blotchy red, her mascara leaving a huge pool of dark running lines down her flawless face yet she doesn't care and that's the least of her worries for the pain that she is currently experiencing is one too deep and one too intensifying to pass up.

She couldn't believe it.

She honestly was wondering, how the hell did they get here?

Mitchie knew her, through and through.

She knew, that Miley had been a virgin and that the only man she had ever slept with had been Shane yet she had turned that bit of truth into something so despicable and fake and hideously outrageous in a ploy to hurt her.

Using her father had been the extra bullet to piercing painful daggers through her heart.

She knew she had done wrong and knew that she deserved hatred and none of Mitchie's friendship but it still hurt to hear your ex-best friend, someone you had known since your childhood and had held you to grieve over something terrifying, diss you and manipulate others in a way to plot and scheme and plan hurtful things and words to attack you with.

She had been in the wrong, she knew that and she knew she should suffer from it but she had never expected her to take what she had done so horribly and with such hatred that it would stoop to this level.

How could she look her in the eye, talk to her, spit those things to her face and not even have a bit of remorse in her body?

How could someone, someone that had loved and catered a person for the most of her childhood treat someone so horribly and crudely and not even have a guilt conscience as a result?

Whatever reason it was, Miley had gotten the message loud and clear. Mitchie wanted nothing to do with her and wanted the whole of the school to know, she had ruined her life and now…. She was planning on ruining hers.

She clenched her fists and placed her lips into a shaking pout and before she knew it, she was shaking and trembling and painfully sobbing once again.

She hadn't expected to feel two familiar arms, the one's of which she had been yearning for wrap their arms around her from behind and pull her flush against his body to wrap her into a soothing embrace.

She hadn't expected Shane Grey to be her rescuer in her time of need.. In a girls bathroom.

In silence.

The silence was death-ening, it was eer quiet, the sound of her sobbing into his shirt and him whispering comforting words in her ear while he stroked her back with such delicacy and she had to close her eyes from the fluttering sensations that arose in her tummy.

She found the hurt being pushed away an instant, in his arms.

Every bit of her was just screaming for her to take him back, she missed him and he missed her and she was sorry and she wanted him back and she dang well loved him and right there, in his arms, she darn near caved and went ahead and almost propositioned the darn thing.

That is till she remembered why she had broken up with him in the first place and that barrier she had held in front of him that night came out full circle and she found herself slowly ridding herself from his embrace.

"What?" She sniffed, turning her head away from her. "What are you doing here?"

He laughs a bitter laugh, shaking his head. Even with their circumstances he's still being caring towards her and affectionate and as usual, he's getting the cold shoulder. She can tell he's becoming frustrated.

"I don't even know. Lord knows you won't appreciate it." He spat.

"You know that's not true!" She barks, her voice gruff and low and ultimately weak. Had her comment not triggered anger into his system, he would've turned around and called it quits.

" I used to think you wanted me but that's apparently not the case anymore, guess your just a constant source of surprises aren't you?"

"I don't deserve you, Shane." She whispers dejectedly. " I don't deserve Mitchie, I don't deserve my fans.. I don't deserve anything."

"Will you shut the fuck up with this whole ' worthless ' act you have against yourself!" He barks, voice- steel like. "Your beating yourself up about the negative side of yourself when in reality, your acting so damn selfish that its actually turning me ape-shit."

"Its for your own good, Shane." She argues brokenly. "I'm just doing what's best for us."

"Ever think you pushing me away isn't good for us? Ever think that your hurting us more than you were before because of it!" He screams in her face. "You have this sick, sadistic thought of being a hero and isolating everyone away so you don't cause pain but in reality you are, anyway! Have you ever stopped and thought about how I feel, where I lie in this stupid position? No. Why? Because your so high on your damn pedestal that you can't see that this is killing me."

"This is wrong, this isn't right, Shane." She rebuttals. " You can do so much better without me."

His eyes darken and spark with heat and anger and he finds himself slamming her into a wall and gripping her shoulders briskly. " Can't you see! I'm in love with you, Miley!" He shrieks, face red and leaking with tears. "I'm in love with you, so damn bad that it hurts! I don't know how or when this thing we started became something more but it did and it is and its something so strong that the impact is killing me every day! You can't keep doing this to me!"

"You can't love me, Shane!" She whiplashes with a cracked voice. " You just- you can't!"

"But I do!"

"Well I don't love you!" She thunders and for a moment, everything freezes. Shane backs away as if he's been burned or stinged in a pit of fire and Miley closes her eyes painfuly, ignoring every bit of thought that was telling her that very sentence was false in every possible way.

Her eyes re-open and she catches his eye and she gasps at the swirling emotions that take possesion of his beautiful swarm of chocolate orbs and before she knows it, he lunges at the door with a broken heart and escapes from her vision.

She slumps to her knees and she cradles her face in her hands and she could feel the tears glistening down her cheeks again and the pain resurfacing as her whole body shakes.

Her whole world was crashing from under her and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

And as if, she needed anymore punishment, a hard texture meets the back of her head creating a painful burn before her body collapses into a heap on the floor.

And then it turns black.

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So sorry for the delay in the chapter, and just so you all know. Yes, this is the part where Miley gets kidnapped.