A/N: Second chapter of B-O-F. Enjoy.

Beth


Miley kissed him. She kissed him. All the while the only thought going through her head that both of them were dating two people other than each other. She had Justin and Nick was quite obviously with Selena, the perfect one. The one he was just meant to be with by Disney standards. Miley was an outsider when it came to their circle. She couldn't help but feel like the Disney Company were a little old-fashioned sometimes and they didn't know what the internet was actually used for when it came to teenagers.

But for some reason it didn't stop her from kissing him back.

He was Nick Jonas. He was the Nick Jonas she'd fallen in love with… the first love… he was forever reserved that honour until she grew older and forgot until the twentieth reunion of the Disney Elite. He was the boy that consumed her for more days and minutes than she could ever count. His name was somehow stained to her skin in sharpie ink if you looked close enough. He was the purpose for the pain. He was the reason she was fighting every instinct in her body, by fighting back and trying to get her reputation back. He was the one that she had to prove she was better than they thought, even if it meant he never spoke to her again. At least she could prove it.

But instead of actually talking he was using his mouth to motivate her emotionally in other ways.

She was still angry. He was meant to hate her and despise her just to keep the continuity of the Jonas brothers. He was the one that had broken up with her, and now he was kissing her so madly… so passionately, that she couldn't feel anything from the top of her head to the tips of her toes except the feeling of his lips… and oh did that sensation feel wonderfully numb.

But it was wrong… it was wrong to be kissing him. It was betraying people she cared about and it was just wrong! She didn't want him back. She had Justin! He had Selena and everyone else. They would hate her! They would make her life a living hell with their childish antics and wildly bogus subliminal messages via really gay looking t-shirts. They would do anything to make her look more idiotic than she did already. They would tear her world down with a few simple words. They could tell anyone, and even though a picture could say thousands of words… the actual words could say it a lot clearer.

This was wrong.

She pushed him away, more gently this time… backing slowly away from him against the dressing room door. How she had come to face this way she did not know, but she had an idea. She stared at him in deeper set shock than before, but a lot more confusion building in her stomach so much that she wanted to vomit just to see if it would stop. He looked guilty but proud as he watched her, wiping her saliva mixed with his own from her lips. His hair was untidy from her fingers burying themselves deep within it. His cheeks were blushed in heated passion and she could not doubt that she probably looked worse off than he did.

"You're with Selena…" she whimpered holding her hands out for mercy… not from him… but from anyone else that would give it to her, "This is wrong…"

Nick eyes were bulging with emotion and she couldn't tell which kind. She shrugged her shoulders as he remained silent.

"I know…"

"Then what in the world, are you doing Nick?" she closed her eyes so she didn't cry like the pathetic child he'd accused her of being earlier, "She's your girlfriend… the one that you were so sure that you cared so much about that you dumped me just in case and lied to me saying that we were too much…"

He was silent and his eyes were glaring at the floor as he was deep in thought at their current situation. He would not say anything. He would not even admit that he Googled her name when he was reminded in anyway of their tour. He would not admit that he still had a picture of her in his wallet that no one saw, well they had… it was the one of them in the rain. He had his own copy, but he kept it secret until the light went out, when he could remember her and think nothing of it. He would not admit that her name was still a daily part of his life, in more ways than thought possible.

He would hold his same old front of anger and malice. He would not repeat a word of what he had said to her a whole lifetime ago. He was a Jonas brother. The Jonas Brothers were all about front and charm. He had a front to keep and he would not let something like his feelings get in the way of ruining a huge empire of fame that they were soon getting.

"I know, Selena's my girlfriend… and I love her…" he shrugged, "I love her Miley…"

Her heart dropped and it felt like someone was grabbing everything within her chest cavity and using it like a squeeze toy. She couldn't breathe, her heart stopped beating she was sure of it. All she could do was widen her eyes in shock and hope that his little speech was over soon, that his eyes would stop boring into her, her cheeks would not feel red and she'd lose the feeling of wanting to jump at him and kiss him all over again. He was handsome and he was beautiful… inside and out in her eyes. At least he used to be… where was that boy she used to know? The one who held her in the rain and made her laugh about stupid things… she wanted him back. He was the real Nicholas… This boy standing in front of her dressed up obscenely like an idiot… he was Nick Jonas. He was the media machine.

She choked in a breath. She gasped forcing her lungs and heart to start working again and did what she did best for that moment. She coped… she looked him in the eye and had the guts to ask the questions.

"Then why did you just kiss me?" she whispered, her shoulders rising and falling limply in a shrug, "Why did you not just throw back all the words I said back in my face…? Why didn't you just call me a slut and walk out?"

And he did something that he never thought he would do to her at this time. He laughed in her face and felt an over-whelming power of truth and honesty bubble through him and force him to tell the truth and become the jerk completely.

"Because as much as you don't like to admit it Miles…" she grimaced at the use of her pet name, "I know you… and I know me…

"I wanted to get what I want… and you can't live with yourself when you know you've done something wrong…" he smiled putting his hands in his pockets, "I wanted Justin Gaston the twenty year-old slime ball out of your life… and it was wrong for me to kiss you…" his smile wasn't even happy. It was sly and it was greasy. He'd used her to make everything go his way, "Every time you see him, you'll be reminded of my face kissing you like there was nothing that could stop me… and it'll ruin you inside out until you give up on him…"

She was silently crying at his words. Hurt that he would do this, angry that the real Nicholas wasn't coming back soon and slightly touched that he remembered and knew her so well. She wiped her tears from her face, and it was time for her to do what she did best when it came to Nick and his asshole ways.

It was time to get those singers lungs working and yell at him until the cows came home. She was going to hurt him in anyway that she could. She couldn't take his bullshit anymore. It was the only way to describe it, so help her God. He was talking crap. He was ruining her life and it was slowly turning to rubble around her all because he wanted the world to be on his side.

She'd felt like that too at one point, and then she grew up and realised the world isn't kind and that it never really goes your way. It goes the way that it wants to. Fate makes things happen and sometimes they aren't the things you want to happen or they go in the wrong order. Sometimes things aren't meant to be and sometimes they are. You have to work hard for things to stay good and purposely making things bad messed that up. It's all about Karma.

"You son of a bitch…" she whispered… "You nasty… evil…" she stayed stationary leaning against the door, building he momentum, "Asshole…!" she yelped covering her mouth with her hand, "Why would you…" she was speechless, "Why would you even want to do that? It's one thing to say that you don't want me… but to… to ruin everything else is just…"

For the second time that night, she was interrupted by something harsh hitting her and awaking her of her sense. This time, it was the door, opening an inch or so and hitting her in the back before she groaned and moved forward grabbing it and pulling it open, her hands reaching to her cheeks and wiping away the tears. She looked down away from the other handsome boys amazing eyes and to the floor in shame. She liked him… she really liked him… and now she was going to lose him.

"Hey Miles…" he stepped into the room, putting a hand to her arm and attending to her quickly to see if she was alright.

She ignored him, seeing Nick smiling out the corner of her eye, his arms folded and obvious happiness in his face. He really was an asshole.

"Hi…" she whispered to Justin as he leant down to kiss her on the cheek. His large hands took her small ones as his perfect eyes looked softly from Nick's smiling grin to Miley's guilty pout in confusion, "Nick just came by to talk for a while… to say how great tonight was…"

She was unbelievable, quite literally. Justin looked at her stepping out and staring down at her with the height he had on her. He looked unconvinced and it wasn't fair that someone who had been as hurt as much as he had was being lied to yet again, by the one girl who had promised not to screw him around. She wiped her eyes again, avoiding his contact with them, and all together making everything seem one hundred times worse to the poor, innocent person in all of this. He had come here to make everything official. They were meant to be spending some time alone together instead of just texting and messaging for more hours than there were in a day. Now she had ruined it, not even two days into his visit.

"What's going on?" he sounded lost, like he was a cat in the middle of two dogs.

Miley looked up at Nick and prayed that he would prove himself a little by simply letting her have a chance to make all this right. He smiled at her, laughing a little and stepping forward kicking his stupid Italian shoes on the chair as he walked by. He stopped in front of them and shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.

"Ask Miley…"