a/n-sorry about the suckish chapters lately. here's a better one, in my opinion.

Chapter 9: I'm Fine

When we got to the beach, the party was already kickin'. We spotted Johnny and he began to walk towards us.

"Hey guys, where's Miley?"

"She's grounded, but she's gonna try to sneak out." I told him.

"Oh." he was disappointed. "Is she grounded 'cause of me?"

"Yeah." Oliver said plainly, and I laughed and hit him.

"Don't worry, Johnny. Her dad's just a little over-protective."

"Alright well, tell her I'm really sorry. I gotta go but you guys have fun."

"See ya."

Oliver and I hadn't even sat down yet when Jake Ryan winked at me. "Hey, Lilly," he said.

I gave him a weird look. "Hi…?"

"You wanna dance now?"

"Jake, I'm sorry but Miley's going out with Johnny and she's not here anyway, so you can't make her jealous."

"I'm not trying to make her jealous; I just wanna dance with you." He seemed like he was being serious. I used to be obsessed with him…but then I got over him. I mean, a month ago I would have been thrilled if he asked me to dance. But now I just had no interest.

"Jake, I uh…" I couldn't find the right words. "Why do you wanna dance with me?"

He shrugged. "Well, you're pretty hott and I kinda wanna get to know you a little better." Oh my gosh. I'm hott? Jake Ryan thinks I'm hott? My new diet must be working! "So what do ya say, babe?"

"Her name's Lilly, not babe!" Oliver said angrily. Jake and I gave him a weird look. "Just saying…"

"Well…umm…" I really wanted to dance with Oliver again, but I know it would be just as friends. Should I really wait around for something that's not gonna turn in to anything more?

"If you'd rather, I'll get you some dinner or ice cream…"

"No!" I shouted, and Oliver looked at me worriedly. "I mean, I had a really big dinner already…I'm not hungry." Ooh! Bad move on my part! Oliver's mouth dropped open, knowing that I lied, but he didn't say anything.

"Ya know what? I think I will dance with you!" I said to Jake, so I could avoid the questions I knew Oliver would ask.

"Sweet. Don't worry, Oliver. I'll return her soon." Jake pulled me onto the dance floor. Oliver just glared at him.

"Whoa, wait a second. What do you mean you'll return me?"

"Oh, I just mean that …ya know I thought he might want to be with you."

"I am not an object, I am a girl. And I chose where I go and when I want to return."

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean anything by it! Do you still wanna dance?" he asked, and I glanced at Oliver. He was still glaring.

"Yes, of course!" I knew that if I didn't, Oliver would ask me about everything.

We danced to a slow song and a fast song. As soon as the fast song was over, Oliver grabbed my arm and pulled me near the bathrooms, away from everyone else.

"Lilly…" he shook his head, at a loss for words.

"What?" I played innocent. But then out of nowhere, I felt really dizzy, and fell to my knees, holding my head.

"Lilly!" Oliver was worried.

"I'm fine, Oliver. Really."

He rubbed my back and sighed. "I'll go get you some water. Stay here." I was in trouble. What if he figured it out? He returned in no time, but he had French fries with him, another weakness of mine. How come this kid never just got water, he always had to bring back some other delicious food?

He handed me the water and I took some sips. "Lilly, you haven't been eating have you?"

"That's ridiculous, Oliver!" I grabbed a handful of his French fries and shoved them in my mouth. "See?"

"Then why did you practically just faint?"

"I was dizzy from dancing because it was so crowded. I always get dizzy. It was nothing."

"So why'd you lie to Jake? You said you had a really big dinner, but you told me you weren't gonna eat dinner 'cause you weren't hungry."

"I changed my mind and I did eat."

"Oh really? Well to make me happy will you just eat some more French fries?"

"Fine," I agreed, taking more fries. Man, they were so good. But oh so many calories! I'd dance a little, and then go to the bathroom to throw-up.

"So how was dancing with Jake Ryan, the TV star?"

"Not as good as people would think."

"Why?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. Just wasn't that great."

"Oh, well it seemed like you were having a good time."

"I didn't want to hurt his ego." I smiled, and I got a smile out of him too. "So you wanna go dance, or what?" I smiled.

"Only if you eat one more fry." I shrugged and ate one. "Thank-you, now we can dance." he grinned.

We danced for a while, and the guys played some more football. Oliver and I didn't play this time. I was too tired, and I had a headache (which I didn't tell Oliver about), and he just didn't feel like it.

"I'll be right back, I have to go to the bathroom." I told him, and went to throw-up. It was so gross, but I did it easier than the last two times. I flushed the toilet and came out, only to be face to face with Oliver.

"Did you just throw up?"

No sense in lying. "Uh, yeah. Those fries must have had some food poisoning."

"I ate more than you, Lilly, and I'm fine." he crossed his arms and examined me. "Lilly, you have dark circles under your eyes, you're always tired, you're dizzy, and you're really pale. And your bones are practically sticking out!"

"So!" I yelled, getting angry.

"Lilly, you're anorexic! And bulimic! You're bulexic!"

"Oliver, whatever I am is none of your business." I turned to walk away.

"Lilly!" he turned me around. "Don't you know how dangerous this is? Why are you doing this?" he yelled in my face.

I started crying uncontrollably. "Because everyone else is skinny and beautiful and I'm not! And Amber and Ashley kept calling me fat! But then Jake said I was hott, and he's never said that before, so I figured my diet must be working!" I cried and yelled. Good thing everyone else was down by the water.

"Lilly, that's crazy!" Oliver yelled once more.

"And I…I…" Suddenly I couldn't speak.

"You what?"

I couldn't catch my breath. What was happening? I couldn't breathe! "I can't breathe." I squeaked out. I don't know what happened after that, 'cause I blacked out.