A/n: So sorry for the wait, but…I've had awful writers block for the last few weeks or so…

Chivalry SHOUTS-Thanks…I think . I just wanted to add a little in character chapter just to make sure I don't take away from how they used to act-And so it wasn't as depressing, xD.

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PaigeMatthews06-I LOVE THE ENTHUSIASM! CAPS IS ALWAYS FUN!

Lilerin91-Awee thanks!

Emilia Henderson-Well, the whole Miley things was just something random I added into the story, for a reason I can't remember right now, xD.

xXLove.Laugh.LiveXx-Thank you, that's so sweet to be sucking up. This review really inspired me to write this new chapter, so thanks!!!

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Heyimjennwhatsup-I didn't give up silly, I was just trapped in horrible writer's block. I'd be sad that you'd be sad about me giving up :D

Disclaimer: I wished on a shooting star for it…but it turned out to be a giant ball of trash in space, 

&&:: Chapter Eight ::&&

"Are you going to tell him?" he asks out of the blue, and my stomach churns as last night's flash back comes popping up. Visions of Oliver's face, of his words, and of mine hit me like a brick.

I chew on my lower lip, until he looks straight at me if only for a second with this questioning look on his face, and I bit down so hard that it draws blood.

The metallic taste of it (Sort of like a penny) makes me nearly gag, but I try to clean the wound with my salvia before I try to utter out a response.

"I…He…Tell…Him? I don't…" now I'm a babbling idiot, but what's worse is now the back as fallen silent, and the kids are looking at us in our silent conversation.

"Tell who what?" Arrielle asks, her angelic face looks so darn cute but her voice is filled with this evil tone that made me think if I didn't tell her what she wanted to hear she would place a pillow over my face while I slept…

"Are you gonna answer her?" Scottie broadcasts, and brings me out of my depressing thoughts of murder in the first degree by Oliver's little sister.

"I…Ah..." again with the babbling, God it's like listening to a dumb blonde. Oh wait, it is! Oh shut up you!

"None of your bee wax" Oliver says as he pulls up to the drop off of Arrielle's middle school.

She rolls her eyes, but smiles at us before getting out of the car and hurrying over to her friends who all gushed and squealed.

"Can it be my business?" Scottie asks meekly from the back of the car, as we are now in silence again.

I fight the urge to chew on my lip again, to pick at the scab that is now beginning to form on the wound on my lip.

Oliver doesn't offer an escape for me because he's trying to concentrate once more on driving then talking.

I tug at the tip of my messy ponytail, and look back at him, "It's nothing Scottie. Oliver wants me to tell my dad that we should spend more time together"

Wow, what a freaking lie! Even an eight year old can see through my lies, or at least this is what I think when I look at Scottie's face.

He beams, and then sticks his tongue out at the back of Oliver's head, "It's my business now!"

Oliver rolls his eyes as he now pulls into the driver's lane of the drop off of the elementary school. Scottie gives me a quick hug before he dashes out to meet the little crowd of hellions that are his friends.

The silence is back…Oh god, why can't I just tell him what happened? Why don't I just tell him? Why is my mouth so dry?

"It's our turn" he says yet again interrupting my inner thoughts.

"For what?"

"To be dropped off"

Well now I feel even stupider for Oliver is now parking in the student parking lot of our high school.

My stomach churns, and suddenly the pain of my lip, and the dry throat don't seem all that bad.

HE is walking with his arm wrapped around Miley's shoulders as they walk underneath the white arch that says OSCAR F. SMITH HIGH SCHOOL, and through the wide open doors of the school.

Oliver shoots me a look of…Of what?! Dammit why can't I understand what that look means?!

He opens the door, but waits for me to do the same before he gets out and slams it shut.

The school seems as though it's looming over me and I can't seem to breathe at a normal pace.

Oh god…Save me...

A/n: Okay, short chapter-Sure, but you know you loved it that I updated some time this year :D