A/n: woulda updated sooner, but my internet was down all day because of a storm. On the bright side, I have a LONG next chapter almost done!! Hehe!
I could hear voices.
They were talking quietly.
"What happened to her?!"
"I don't know, she just threw up all over Jake Ryan..."
I let out a shuddering gasp. They all fell quiet.
"Hannah, dear?"
I panicked. Was my wig still in contact?! Do they know my secret?!
I reached up to feel the soft wig still in place. How?
I opened my eyes slowly. Faces appeared above me. I noticed an elderly woman in a nurse uniform taking my temperature.
How had my wig stayed on if I passed out?
"What happened?" I asked. My tongue felt like lead.
"You swayed and then threw up all over Jake,"
I let out a cry,
"and then passed out."
They all thought I cried out in embarrassment.
"Don't worry," Paris laughed, "You actually fell very gracefully. Then he picked you up and wouldn't let anyone see you and carried you to the nurse's office."
It was him. He had fixed my wig.
How dare he carry me. How dare he touch me. How dare he talk to me.
"Is she awake?" I heard that familiar voice asked. My heart started beating faster.
Everyone knew because the heart monitor beside me beeping frantically.
"Are you okay, dear?! My gosh! Your heart rate is increasing like your going to have a heart attack!"
I squeezed my eyes shut. This can not be happening to me. Why is this happening?! I can't take it!
"Maybe she's going to pass out again," He offered as he leaned over and placed his hand on my forehead (making the heart monitor beep at alarming rates), "She has a bit of a fever!"
The contact hurt me. I can't handle it. How dare he do this. HOW CAN HE DO THIS!?
I let out a blood curdling scream. I knocked his hand off me. I had to get out of here. I ripped the sensors off my chest and made a move to get up and run.
He grabbed my arm.
It was burning.
"Let go of her for God's sake!" The nurse exclaimed. He let go of me. I stopped screaming.
I kept my eyes shut and backed away from him, running into a table. I couldn't look at his face.
"What did you do her?!" Hilary Duff exclaimed as she put her arms around me protectively like a big sister would.
"I..." he started but didn't know what to say. He couldn't say we were dating without giving away my identity.
I didn't know what to do. The pain was unbearable.
So I did something I hadn't done it two years.
I allowed myself to cry. Hilary let me cry into her shoulder and I could feel her shooting glares in his direction.
Sobs shook my body and tears leaked through Hilary's shirt. It occurred to me that I was sobbing on my role model's shoulder. Two years of pent up sadness leaked out of my eyes. A few minutes later, I had calmed down. I looked up expecting him to be gone.
He wasn't.
He was staring at me with wide eyes. I turned away from him quickly.
His hair was a little longer, and his eyes even more green than before. He had gotten taller and his facial features more detailed and mature.
I had to do it tonight.
I can't stay here with him and then have to leave him again.
I can't do it. I'll die.
"Are you okay now, Hannah?" Hilary asked kindly. I nodded and thanked her.
"Are you ready to go back to your room, dear?" The nurse asked. I nodded.
"I'll take her!" Ashley, Hilary, Paris, and Lindsay all volunteered at the same time. When had I become the little sister?
"Okay, you can all take her."
Ashley and Hilary helped me stand up and Lindsay and Paris made senseless chatter to keep my mind off things. I was thankful for it. They helped me down the stairs to my room.
Once in the room, we all sat on my bed.
"So, Hannah, how's Jackson been?" Hilary asked as she ate some of the chocolate Paris had snuck in her purse.
It occurred to me that I hadn't ever seen Hilary, Paris, and Lindsay get along together. I liked it when they didn't fight.
"Fine," I said, feeling better after I cried, "He's going off to college soon."
"That's nice, did you two ever think of going out again?" Lindsay asked as she dug through her purse for something. I almost choked on my chocolate.
"No! He's more of a brother..."
"Oh," Paris nodded, "but Jake Ryan, he's gotten hotter."
I flinched. Ashley sent Paris a look. Hilary was about to say something when someone knocked on the door. Ashley jumped up and cheerfully answered the door.
"Go away. No. She doesn't want to see you. I'm not going to ask her! I saw how she acted in the nurse's office! Fine! Geez!"
Ashley turned around and said in a bored voice,
"Hannah, Jake wants to know if you'll talk to him."
TALK TO HIM?
What just so he can leave me again?!
And hurt me again!
No!
"No!" I exclaimed, a little too soon.
"What did he do?" Lindsay asked quietly.
I looked down at my nails, "I'm not ready to talk about it."
"We won't tell anyone, just between us girls!" Paris exclaimed.
"He didn't...hit or..." Hilary trailed off. My eyes widened in realization. They thought he had raped me or something!
"NO!" I exclaimed.
"Then what did he do?!" Paris exclaimed.
"Listen guys, I really don't want to talk about it." I muttered.
"Okay, I guess we'll see you at dinner tonight?" They asked as the climbed off my bed and made their way to the door.
"Uh, maybe. I might just rest for a while instead of eating."
I lied again.
I wasn't going to rest. I was going to end all of this.
"You'll have to rest after dinner," Paris said, "You have to go eat of they put you in that..room."
She shuddered.
Shit.
Oh well. After dinner then.
"What kind of dinner is it?" I questioned.
"Formal." They replied before saying goodbye and leaving.
I sighed.
"DINNER STARTS IN THIRTY MINUTES, START GETTING READY! FAILURE TO FOLLOW DRESS CODE WILL RESULT IN PUNISHMENT!!"
What was this place? A prison? I walked over to my bag that held a few dresses and pulled them out. They weren't wrinkled, thanks to Lilly.
I slipped on a cute bright pink halter dress and some silver flats. I double checked the door was locked before opening the suitcase with my wigs. I put on one that had the blond hair styled into a cute up do. I put on a few silver bangles and applied my makeup again before sitting down. It was about to be five.
I was really going to do this.
I walked over to the desk and opened the drawers. Some paper and a pen laid in there. I thought before picking them up and writing a letter. I addressed the letter to my Dad, Jackson, Lilly and Oliver. I explained everything to them.
By the time it was time for dinner, I was finished. I sealed the letter and set it down on the desk. I straightened my wig before walking out of my room for the last time.
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When I walked in the dinning hall, I realized maybe I had dressed wrong. Everyone else were wearing long sleeved dresses that reached to their ankles. The dresses were either black, brown, or tan.
God, what was this place?!
I was wearing a neon pink halter that reached about a few inches above my knee. I thought about turning around, but the mad look the woman got on her face made me smirk.
I wasn't going to have to deal with her any more, so why no have some fun?
I walked over to her, swinging my hips a little more than needed.
"Miss, I was just wondering, am I dressed wrong?" I said it in an innocent voice that clearly meant I knew I was dressed wrong. She grabbed my elbow in what she thought was a painful grip. Compared to what I've had to endure, it was nothing.
"Hannah! You are purposely sabotaging this program!" She howled.
"I am? I'm sorry, I didn't know a little pink dress was such a big threat to you and your...program!"
Snickers rang through the hall. She growled.
"Sit down. I'll deal with you later."
My eyes scanned the dinning hall. The only available seat was beside him. I couldn't sit that close to him. I couldn't.
"Miss, if it's alright with you, I'll be skipping this meal." I muttered. Her eyes flamed,
"IT IS NOT OKAY WITH ME! YOU WILL GO SIT DOWN IN YOUR ASSIGNED SEAT BY MR. RYAN!! NO SPECIAL TREATMENT!!"
What do I do? I could try and run out but the big body guards standing at the door will just get me.
"May I please switch seats with Hannah?" Paris said, trying to act like she wanted to save me. Everyone knew she just wanted my seat because it was in-between him and Orlando Bloom. Don't even ask me what he was doing here, I have no idea.
"NO! HANNAH WILL SIT WHERE SHE IS TOLD LIKE A YOUNG LADY!"
I sighed. I felt as if my heart was getting ripped apart as I walked around the table. I closed my eyes and sat down in the seat beside Jake. I scooted the chair as far away from him as possible and closer to Orlando.
Orlando didn't seem to mind.
In front of us was a bowl of what I surely thought was murky water with chunks of soap floating in it. I thought we used it to wash our hands. But...everyone else was eating it. I scrunched up my nose,
"What is this?" I asked her.
Everyone laughed again and she glared,
"This is your meal, potato soup! You will eat it and you will like it! We will talk about your attitude over breakfast tomorrow, Hannah."
"Why do I suddenly feel like I've been sent to a concentration camp?" I asked Orlando. He snorted into his "soup".
"Hannah?" Jake whispered quietly from beside me. I froze.
"NO TALKING!" She howled.
"Geez, PMS much?" I heard Lindsay mutter.
Dinner went by slowly. Every few minutes Jake would try and get me to talk to him.
I hated him more and more each time he did.
He didn't understand how every time he said something I felt like I was getting burned.
I hated him.
I hated the way he would flinch every time that witch made a comment about me (which was often).
I hated the way he would clenched his fists to keep from reaching out to me.
I hated the way he would pretend to put soup in his mouth, then spit it back out when the witch wasn't looking.
I hated the way he sounded so sad when I wouldn't talk to him.
I hated the way he would stare at me.
But more than anything, I hated that I loved him.
A/n: Miley gets a little more...alive in the next chapter. Can't say happy..because its not happiness. lol anyways, please review if you liked it! I love all the reviews I get, they rock!! Oh yea! On July 6th (my sis's birthday lol) I have officially been on for a year!! Woo! lol wow, a lot has happened in the last year I've been here...I remember when I wrote my first story there was only a little below one hundred stories written for Hannah Montana. Now theres over 2,000!!!