Chapter 6

"Why Me?"

Disclaimer: Okay, we'll go through this again, cause, well, I dont wanna get arrested. Sooo...Disney owns Hannah Montana. Not me. I own this plot, this story, Candi, Holly, Mr. and Mrs. Ryan, Mr. and Mrs. Magnolia, Michelle Ryan, and...uh...thats it. Get it? Got it? Good. :)

"Why Me?"

"I can't believe this. This is all your fault." Candi and Jake were sitting on the living room couch, while Mrs. Ryan was on the phone with Candi's mother. Candi was yelling at Jake.

"How is this my fault? All we did was go to sleep." Jake tried to defend himself. Candi laughed at the tone in his voice. They were only friends. And here, Jake's parents, thought they...well, you know. Jake smiled at her, and they both giggled a bit, as Mrs. Ryan walked into the room. Her red stilleto heels clicked on the hardwood floor.

"Well. Go on," She folded her arms. "Tell me."

Jake and Candi looked at each other, then they both rolled their eyes.

"Very well," Mrs. Ryan responded. "Candi, I believe your mother wants you home."

Candi stared at her, a scared look in her eye. "N-no. I can't go home." She said in a loud, scared voice.

"Im sorry," Mrs. Ryan began, "You must." She grabbed her by the arm, and walked her to the door. Candi was struggling all the way there. Jake followed them.

"Mom! Candi can't go home! She...she cant!" Jake yelled, as his mother pushed Candi out of the house, and threw her her things.

"You should have thought about that before last night." Mrs. Ryan slammed the door.

Candi's P.O.V.

Great. What am I supposed to do, now? I can't go home! I just CANT! The bruises are starting to go away! And If I go home, who knows what'll happen! But where can I go, now? Let's see...who's another person who knows my secret? Well, we can cross Jake out. Hmm...Lilly doesn't...Oliver doesn't believe me...Miley! She knows! I'll go to her house!

So, clutching my bag, I walked down the street, in a short football tshirt, that made everybody stare. It also made about fifty cabs pull up. The drivers...guys. Of course. I was almost at Miley's. Just a few more steps. I finally arrived at her door. Her brother, Jackson answered. I was scared because, well, I've never met him before. And me: jeanless. Terrific. I've seen his picture in Miley's locker before. And If Im not mistaken...one in Lilly's as well. : I stood there for a minute, hoping he would say something first. However, he didn't. Leaving me to say something. As usual.

"Hi, Is Miley home?" I asked, a small smiled pressed on my face. He looked at me weird. He still didn't respond. I quickly thought of something to say. "You must be Jackson. Im Candi. Candi Magnolia. From school." I smiled widely. He was cute. He smiled back.

"Ohhh...so your Candi. Miley's up in her room." He said. He opened to door and let me in, I was thinking to myself...again.

Thank god he didn't ask about my bruises. Now how do I get up to her room. Oh yeah! The stairs. Okay, try to do this. It wont hurt that much.

With that, I walked up the stairs painfully. I passed three doors, and arrived at hers. I knocked on the door slightly. I heard a guitar stop playing, then footsteps, then the door open. Miley frowned when she saw me.

"What are you doing here?"

Not the best welcoming gift.

"Jake's mom kicked me out, I had no where else to go. I couldn't go home." I smiled at her. What was wrong with her? Miley Stewart, my best friend, never acted like this. "Are you okay? I, is something wrong?" I asked her. A frown pressed against my face.

"Let's just say I should've never came back."

And with that, she shut the door in my face. So, once again, I walked downstairs. Jackson was sitting on the couch wearing a darkblue baseball hat. He saw me.

"Hey, that was short." He told me, watching me open the door. I had slid on some ripped jeans while I was in the hallway, so I was wearing a football tshirt over some tight jeans with rips on the knees. And, of course, flipflops.

"We didn't have to talk about much." I said with a straight face.

Silence...

"I can, uh, drive you home if you don't want to walk." He said.

I looked at him. "Sure," I replied, stepping away from the door.

He got up, and with me, walked out.

Jackson's P.O.V.

Okay. I can't believe it, but, im doing a favor for one of Miley's friends. Is there something seriously wrong with me?! Don't answer that. Okay, she wont talk. How am I supposed to know where she lives. Alright, try again.

"So, tell me again where you live?" I asked her, without looking away from the road. She was holding her head in her palm, and her elbow was pressed against the window. She was just staring outside, as if something out there was amuzing. She didn't look at me, but this time, she answered in a soft, low, silent voice.

"I live with my aunt. Drop me off up here and I can walk the rest of the way. It's kind of hard to drive up there."

I knew she was hiding something. I just replied in a low, "Okay," as I turned the steering wheel left, then stopped the car.

She looked at me and smiled, showing me all her teeth. "Thanks!" And before I could say anything else, Boom. She was out of the car, and headed up the road. I pulled away, and headed home.

Candi's P.O.V.

Miley's brother was sweet, but I knew he would've taken me home, no matter what I told him. While I walked down the cold November streets, hands in the pockets of a navy blue hoodie-sweater that Jackson gave me, and wind hitting my knees through the holes in my ripped jeans, and blowing my hair all around, I looked around. Guys were honking at me. They were everywhere! Get this: One guy pulled up to me. He said, "Hey, baby. You lookin' fine. Ya wanna ride?" I gave him a disgusted look, then flicked him off. I never knew what a starved, skinny, anorexic-looking middle finger could look like...until I looked at my own. I ran as fast as I could. Unfortunately, fast wasn't fast enough. The worst person possible, besides my dad, or mom, or Brandi, found me. He was the last person I would've expected. Nope, not Jake. But close.

"Candi? Is that you"

Oh, shit.

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