AN-Next chapter everybody! And even though you might hate it, the next chapter will be the last. Most likely anyway. If there are any more chapters after the next one, it'll only be one more. So, that being said, please enjoy chapter 4.

Disclaimer-I don't own Hannah Montana and blah, blah, blah...

Chapter 4: Truth

Oliver's POV:

I walked down the hall away from Lilly, madder than I'd ever been before. I didn't understand why Lilly would do this to me. She knew how much I liked Jenna, and yet she lied to me about her.

I thought Lilly was my best friend. But at that moment, I wasn't so sure.

I kept walking down the hall. School was just about over and all of my classes were over, so I started heading towards the door.

But when I went past Lilly's locker, I saw something lying on the floor in front of it. I walked over to get a closer look and saw a book that looked like a diary. I was about to walk away and just leave it there, but I decided that if it was Lilly's, she wouldn't want someone she didn't know to find it, so I picked it up, stuck it in my book bag, then walked out of the school.

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Lilly's POV:

After Oliver walked away, I headed towards my locker to get my stuff.

I really couldn't believe that Oliver would think that I was lying to him. But maybe it was a sign. Maybe it meant that Oliver wasn't as great as I thought he was.

I reached my locker just in time to see Oliver turn and start walking away.

"Oliver!" I called after him.

But either he didn't hear me or he was just ignoring me, because he kept walking towards the door and outside.

I sighed, then got my things out of my locker and walked outside towards the buses.

I climbed on the bus and saw Oliver sitting at the very back of the bus staring out the window. For a minute, I considered going back and sitting next to him, but I decided not to and sat down towards the front of the bus.

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When the bus reached Oliver's house, he walked to the front of the bus and climbed out, managing to avoid looking at me the whole time.

I turned to look out the window and watched him walk inside. Then as the bus pulled away, I kept staring at his house as long as I could see it.

Then the bus stopped at my house and I stood up and stepped out onto the street. I wasn't until then that I noticed Dakota sitting on the front steps of my house.

I walked over to him and said "Hey Dakota, what are you doing out here?"

"I'm waiting for you and avoiding Mom at the same time," he said.

"Why are you avoiding Mom?" I asked, sitting down next to him.

"Because she's driving me crazy," he said. "She's treating me even more like a little kid today then she ever has."

"I'm sorry," I said, sounding distracted.

"Ok, you obviously don't want to talk about me," he said. "What happened?"

"I don't want to talk about it," I said.

"Yes, you do," he said. "And even if you don't, you're going to."

I sighed, then I told him everything that happened today, starting with writing in my diary this morning and ending with Oliver getting mad at me.

"Wow," he said. "That really sucks."

"Tell me about it," I said. "But I really want Oliver to stop being mad at me."

"Well, go talk to him," he said.

"He won't listen to me," I said.

"You won't know until you try," he said.

"I know," I said. "I'm going inside."

"If you're going to go feel sorry for yourself, it won't to any good," Dakota said. "Oliver won't talk to you again until you talk to him."

"Whatever," I said, walking inside.

"She can be so stubborn," Dakota said to himself.

"I heard that!" I called from inside.

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The next morning, I had to drag myself out of bed.

I had had the worst night of sleep in my whole life and I was so not ready to get up when my alarm clock went off.

I slammed on the snooze button and tried to go back to sleep, not caring if I was late for school. It just meant that I could put off seeing Oliver.

But after just a few minutes of trying to get back to sleep, my mom came into my room.

"Lillian Caitlin Truscott, get your butt out of bed!" Mom said, shaking me.

"Mom!" I said. I pulled my pillow over my head.

"Lilly, what's wrong with you?" she asked. "You've been acting extra weird lately."

"I'm fine," I said from under my pillow.

"Hun, I can't hear a word you say with your head under there," she said, trying to pull the pillow out from under my hand, which was holding it on my head.

I pulled off my pillow and said "I'm fine, Mom."

"Well, then get up and get ready for school," she said, then she turned around and started to walk out of the door.

"I should've said that I wasn't ok," I mumbled.

"Well, it's too late now," my mom called from out in the hallway.

I rolled my eyes and got out of bed.

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Oliver's POV:

I was getting ready for school the day after my fight with Lilly. Ok, well, at that moment, I was looking for my math book.

I put my book bag up on the desk in my room to get it out of the way and kept looking.

But when turned around, I hit my book bag and it fell on the floor. And everything inside fell out onto the floor because I was an idiot and didn't zip it.

I rolled my eyes and bent down to pick everything up. Then I noticed the diary I picked up in front of Lilly's locker yesterday. It was opened up on the floor. The lock broke.

I started to pick it up when I thought I saw my name in the diary. I picked it up and looked at it. And without really meaning to, I started reading it.

After I finished reading that page, I leaned back against the wall. I had completely forgotten about my missing math book and all my stuff all over the floor. And that I was probably late for school.

I definitely knew now that this was Lilly's. And I knew that I had to talk to her.

To be continued...