My heart dropped as I looked upon the boy I loved's lips against the girl I had gone through junior high and high school hating's lips. My eyes began to fill with what I assumed were tears, when Miley grabbed me and we started to walk away. I pulled my arm out of her grip and began walking over to Oliver. I didn't know what I was doing as I heard the shouting of Miley from behind me.

Neither of them saw me as I fastly walked towards them, my heart racing with anger. "What the hell?" I practically yelled once I got up to the two of them.

Oliver's head shot up and looked at me worried. "Lilly. What are you doing here?"

"At the mall? Trying to distract myself from you."

He looked from me back to the whorefaced slut, and then stood up. He grabbed my arm and turned me around so she couldn't see us talking. "What are you talking about?"

"So much for needing time to move on, huh?" I hissed in his face.

"Lilly... I..."

"I really, quite honestly, cannot believe you lied to me like that. That's seriously fucked up..."

"I know..."

"Then why did you lie to me?"

"I didn't. I never really said that I wasn't going to kiss other girls..."

All the anger and heartbreak I had inside was piling up as I heard him throw out at me lie after lie. I balled up my fist and let it go again. Trying to relax. "...just because you love me doesn't me I have to stay at home all day doing nothing." That's when he pushed me over the edge, and I slapped him square in the face.

"See if that makes you see any clearer." And I walked away.

"Good job." Miley muttered to me as I walked past her. I ignored what she said, and just asked her to drive me home.

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And as much as I didn't want to give him the satisfaction, I sat at home, and did nothing. The tears did come, but not as much as I thought I would. Maybe I didn't need him. And maybe, just maybe... Shawn was the one for me. I sighed, because I knew it wasn't true.

Many phone calls came from Miley, who was worried about me. I didn't answer. Many phone calls came from Shawn, wanting to hang out. I didn't answer. No phone calls came from Oliver, wanting to apologize. I would have answered.

The minutes slowly ticked on as the end of the weekend was coming... forcing me to face Oliver at school tomorrow. I sighed again. Knowing my car ride home from him was going to be extremely awkward. But that I really wouldn't much care, because I would be alone with him.

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It was the end of the school day, and my heart thumped fastly as I walked to meet Oliver for my daily car ride home. "Hey." I weakly smiled at him.

"Hey." He said back, quietly.

The walk to his car was more silent between the two of us than it had ever been before, and I found my steps were taking more time to get to where they were headed. "So... how bout that weather?" I dumbly said to try to get any type of conversation going.

"It's pretty hot outside. It makes me wonder why you're wearing black pants."

"Because... I don't know... I just wanted to wear them today." I looked him up and down. "You're wearing a black thermal shirt, nerd." I smiled, wondering if now was really the time to call him a nerd.

"Shut up." He smiled back, I guess it was alright to start poking fun at him once again. "It was cold this morning, and that's what I base my entire outfit on... what it feels like in the morning."

I shrugged. "I suppose it makes sense."

He shoved me a little. "It does make sense. And either way it doesn't matter. Thermal shirts look good on me, that's all that matters." He winked at me, as I rolled my eyes.

"You're so full of yourself." I laughed. But he was right, he did look good in thermal shirts.

Finally, we got to his car, and I quickly got in the passenger seat. "Hot damn. Why o why does your car have to have black leather seats? Damn it does not help when it's really freaking hot outside."

"Yeah, yeah I know. Trust me. I have to deal with it way more than you have to." He said, as he slowly let his own body sit on his seat.

"This is true." I lightly laughed. I was glad this wasn't too awkward. But at the same time, I still wanted to talk to him about the whole going behind my back like that thing. "So... how was your Saturday?" I asked him, hoping he knew what I was really asking.

"Oh. Right. It was good." He said, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Want to explain yourself at all?" I asked, still looking at him.

"I went on another date with Jamie. We kissed. You caught us kissing. What more do you want?" He gave me a quick look, then looked away when he saw how angry I was at him for saying that to me.

"What happened to you not really knowing what you wanted right now? And needing time to move on from Kelly...?"

He sighed. "I honestly can't tell you. It just feels right with Jamie."

My heart felt heavy all of the sudden. "Right enough for you to basically make yourself seem like a lying asshole?"

He glared at me as we were at a stoplight. "Lying asshole? Those are some pretty strong words Lilly."

"Well... that's your doing. Not mine. You are what you are."

He failed to go as the light turned green, and continued to glare at me. "You know what? I lied to you for a reason. I don't want you. I don't understand why or how you never understood that. I wanted you two years ago. That was two years ago Lilly. And when I asked you out, you said no, for an asshole who don't even talk to now. I am everything but interested in you, or having you in anyway. Jamie and I are a couple now. And you're going to have to live with that."

I was definitely crying as I gave him one final look, and got out of his car, deciding I would rather walk the rest of the way home. "You're such an asshole." I muttered before closing the door.

"And you're pathetic." He said through the open window, as I began to walk away, tears rolling down my cheeks.

(Kind of a bad chapter, but nonetheless... 3 reviews please.)