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During english class, the teacher gave them the whole class today to work on the project because they had a sub. When they were working on the english project, Jake couldn't stand the silence of Miley not talking to him.
"Miley, please just talk to me." He pleaded.
"Fine." Miley said.
"..." Jake looked at her waiting for her to say something, anything!
"I hate you." Miley said extremely lowly. The coldness in her voice was sharp to Jake, it hurt.
"Um...okay." Jake said, not knowing what else to say.
"Give me the sheets for the project. I'll finish it tonight, by myself." Miley demanded, then put her hand out and waited for the papers. The day earlier she had been to hurt to be mean, now all she wanted was revenge. Jake sighed and handed her the papers, and the whole rest of class Miley acted preoccupied with the work.
At lunch that day, Phil Johnson walked up to Miley, and sat down at her lunch table with Lilly and Oliver.
"Hey, Miley." He said smoothly. Miley always thought Phil was cute, she didn't really like-like him though.
"Hey Phil, what's up?" Miley replied.
"Well, my friends having a party and I need a date. Wanna go with me?" He asked her out. They had 6th period together, so they weren't really 'strangers', plus it would make Jake jealous, and Miley liked that. A lot.
"Yeah, that'd be great." She agreed.
"Alright, I'll pick you up at 7:00 tomorrow night."
"See you then." Miley smiled, then Phil picked up his lunch tray and walked over to eat with his friends.
Once he was gone, Lilly asked, "What about Jake, Miley?"
"What about him?" Miley acted like she didn't care.
"Nevermind." Lilly said.
"Im exciteddddd." Miley squealed. But what she was really excited about was seeing Jake hurt. Just like he hurt her. She looked over at Jakes table, he was sitting with Phil and John. Miley knew the party was going to be at John's. They always were, and that was good, because maybe Jake would show up.
The next night, Miley started getting ready for her date. She put on a short, black, and low cut casual black dress. It wasn't really fancy at all, but it wasn't jeans and a tee.
At about 7:15 Phil showed up, and honked the horn. Miley walked outside and got into his car, then Phil drove them to the party. The minute they walked through the door, Miley noticed the party was out of control but oddly, she didn't mind. They walked over to the kitchen, and Phil handed her a drink. He got himself once to, and he chugged down. Miley looked at him questioningly.
"Just do it, you'll be fine! I promise." He pushed. Miley let the drink slide down her throat, burning the whole way down.
"What was that?" She asked.
"I don't know. I don't think anyone does." Phil said, then took another one for himself, and handed Miley another one. He grabbed her hand, "Come on, lets dance."
"Alrighty then!" Miley said, then they went onto the dance floor. After about ten minutes of dancing, Miley shook her plastic red cup, showing that she needed another drink. She went into the kitchen and came out with one for her and one for Phil. She wasn't really a big drinker, but right now it was numbing the hurt and anger she held in, so she was loving it.
About 3 drinks later, Miley noticed Jake walk through the door. She continued watching Jake, but tried to dance at the same time, and it wasn't working out. She tripped, but Phil caught her.
"Miley, your great! You can really loosen up." He laughed.
"Haha, yeah." Miley wasn't feeling too hot now. She had had about 6 drinks, and yes, she had to admit she was pretty drunk.
"Um...I'll be...be rig-right, back." Miley slurred, then pointed ungracefully to the bathroom.
Phil nodded his head, but then he saw Miley stumble will she tried to walk away, "Need help?" he asked.
"Nope." Miley laughed. She then turned around and started towards the bathroom again.
"Oh man, this does not feel nice," Miley said under her breath as she walked to the bathroom. The second she stepped into the bathroom she started puking into the toilet. After a few minutes of throwing up everything she had drink/eat, she laid down on the bathroom floor and passed out.
Back out at the party, Jake was walking around looking for something good to do. He wasn't really a drinker, he did once at a celebrity party, and it got him into trouble, so he gave it up. He saw Phil, so he decided to walk up to him.
"Hey, dude. No date tonight?" He asked Phil.
"Hey man. But no, Im actually here with...Miley." Phil told Jake.
"Oh. Okay." Jake acted cool about it. "Where is she?" Jake asked.
"Um, she went to the bathroom like 15 minutes ago. I don't know where she is now." Jake didn't answer after Phil said this, he just went to find Miley. The first placed he checked was the kitchen and she wasn't there so he went to the bathroom, and saw her on the floor, passed out.
He walked over and shook her shoulder. "Miley? Miley wake up." Jake said, very concerned.
Miley opened her eyes and groaned."Don't touch me, Jake. Go away!" She said harshly.
Jake didn't move. "What are you even doing here?" He asked.
"Im having fun...without you. Thats what Im doing here." She said loudly, not realizing how loud she really was.
Jake sighed, then got up to get a warm, wet rag for her forehead, it would help for the headache that would be coming. He ran into Phil on the way to the kitchen, "Wow man, you really know how to take care of a girl." He said madly, then pushed past Phil.
"What are you talking about?" He asked, but Jake kept on walking into the kitchen. He got the wet rag, and went to the bathroom. By the time he got there, Miley was passed out again, hugging the toilet.
Jake sighed, "Lets get out of here," He said to her, even though she probably couldn't hear him, and would resist if she could. He picked her up and carried her out to his car. (Kind of like in The OC, when Summer and Holly drop of Marissa passed out and then Ryan carries her. awww. haha)
Miley stirred a bit as Jake put her in his car, but she was passed out the whole ride home. Jake opened the door to his house, and carried Miley upstairs and put her in his bed. Like usual, his Mom was gone, probably out getting drunk herself, and his Dad...well his Dad still hadn't come home. Jake moved the hair away from Miley's face gently and pulled the covers over her.
"Good night, Miley." He whispered to her. She turned over on her side, and continued sleeping. He sat down in the chair next to his bed thinking, she's probably going to hate me again in the morning. Then he feel asleep too.
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