A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Victoria one hundred percent. This is her dream, her idea that I just wrote down and made seem totally bad ass. I love you, Bud.

I've got nothing to say about this chapter other than I think it's the best piece of argumentative writing I've ever written lol… even I sometimes say "ouch".

Please, please, please whoever you are review this to tell me what you thought of this… I beg of you :D

Much love,

xo

Chapter 13 – All Hail the Heartbreaker

"Dude…"Miley said as the three of them sat on the leather couch backstage with Miley's stylist handing her the rest of her outfit ready for the finale of her party, "you had an the entire concert hall at Foxwoods crying because of how romantic you were! How can you say that woman don't take you seriously!?"

Joe laughed, "Because it took me a week to get the one girl I wanted to take me seriously to take me seriously!"

Mandy giggled and snuggled into him closer than she had been if it was even possible for her to even closer to the boy. He didn't seem to mind, and neither did she when he would occasionally press gentle kisses to her eyelids to reassure himself that she was actually there.

"You don't make any sense, Boy…" Miley shook her head as she saw David her hair stylist heading for her with her tiara in his hands. She smiled and clapped her hands together joyfully. She'd been waiting to wear her tiara since they had bought it months ago. She'd had to endure the occasional parade around her room with it on when no one was home while she was waiting for the actual day. It had been torture and she was so glad she could act like a princess for a little longer.

"You have to get dressed first," David said placing it with her clothes, "I'm not going to put it on just so you can mess it up when they're helping you put your dress on."

She gawped at him ready to protest but he simply walked from the room. She stared at the place he exited and shook her head. She looked down at herself, dressed in her t-shirt and her jeans after coming off stage and dropped down onto the armchair opposite Joe and Mandy. They'd told her she'd have to wait to get changed before the fireworks and end of the party and she'd been too cold to stay in her tiny little skirt she'd performed in. She needed proper clothes and her jeans and t-shirt were all she had. They'd been a lifesaver. She could now feel her extremities and function well enough to walk. How the heck she'd performed feeling that cold she was clueless to. It had been freezing with the breeze coming off the river.

"Is Miley in there?"

Her entire body froze at the voice and she looked around from where she sat, followed by Joe and Mandy whose eyes were wide with shock. He didn't have the nerve to come in here… there was no way…

"Miley…" said Jason her manager coming into the room, "Nick Jonas is at the door and says he wants to speak with you…" she stared at him confused and wordless, "Shall I send him in?"

She looked around at Mandy and shrugged her shoulders, "Sure?"

He left and moments later, his tall middle-aged form was replaced by the young man that she looked at everyday on the news and magazine. He looked nervous, and totally unlike the boy that she'd been faced with weeks ago in her dressing room at the concert for hope. He'd been angry and sure of himself back then… but now he was uncomfortable and out of his comfort zone. He had nothing to complain about. He'd got everything he wanted. She was boyfriend-less, Joe was happy and was probably already starting to like his brother again. He had broken up with Selena because he wanted too… he was still the most sort after boyfriend in the teenage world and everyone was still in love with him.

What could he possibly want with her now? She'd said her piece earlier. He had a lot to do to make everything okay with her. He wasn't that stupid. He could understand that telling the truth wouldn't make her like him again… the truth was expected of him, just as it was expected with every good human being on the planet.

"What is it?" she said nonchalantly folding her arms and standing to look at him.

His posture was awkward and an idiot could tell that he was uncomfortable being there. It could be read by how his eyes darted nervously around the room.

"Can I talk to you?" he mumbled his hands finding his pockets.

"Yes."

He sighed and looked at her, begging for some kind of help in the most awkward conversation of all history, "In private?"

She rose an eyebrow and let out a laugh, "If you have something to say to me you can say to my best friends… I'll just tell them anyway…" She smiled and looked at him with malice, "Plus… after the last time you talked to me alone… I want a witness to anything you may admit to… like… your hellish plans to bring around the demise of my career…"

He looked at her and shook his head. She could tell he was desperate for this one thing to happen. He looked like this one conversation that he wanted with her would be the end of his life if he didn't have it. That pure thought was what forced her to string him along, making him beg to her all of these things that he wanted. He'd never asked her what she wanted. He'd never cared about what she wanted for a very long time… why should she worry about what he wanted… what he longed for? It didn't seem right.

"Please… Miley just hear me out…" he mumbled breathlessly, "If you listen to me and you still want me gone afterwards… I promise I'll go and I won't talk to you until you give me some sign that you want to actually talk to me… I promise you… that may not mean anything… but I can assure you that I mean it… I'll be gone before you can blink…"

She sighed and her guilt crept up on her. She looked over at Mandy and nodded reluctantly, biting her bottom lip and closing her eyes with all the annoyance that she had within her. She opened her eyes, only to find Mandy looking at her worried and scared. She nodded again. She could handle it. She had a very fast knee and she knew where his testicles were… that's it he had any.

"We'll be outside…" she said grabbing Joe's hand. He looked around at Miley and gave her a wink, "If you need me for anything…" he said looking at Nick, "Holler… okay?"

She nodded and soon they were left alone in the small, claustrophobic room that was in no way big enough for the emotions that they both had. Miley felt like she would suffocate it provoked by any kind of emotion.

She watched in confusion when instead of talking, he walked around the room for a few minutes, gathering himself together and mumbling soundlessly words that she could not understand. He soon stopped in front of her where she stood be the window. He looked at her and she ached at little because he looked hurt. She chastised herself again and closed her eyes shaking her head at him in annoyance.

He looked at her and stepped forward. She was confused… more confused than she had ever been in her life. She shook her head and looked down at the floor. He would never change. He would always be the most confusing person she had ever met in her life and he would always be subconsciously be hurting her with the things he did and didn't do. She was always going to remember him as the boy that screwed with her head as a teenager. He was the boy, the first love… who taught her that all important lesson that men are not to be taken seriously as they will always mess you up. The only man a girl can trust is her daddy… and even they sometimes got things wrong. What the heck was Miley meant to do?

"Are you going talk or are you just going stand there?"

Her body froze when he moved forward and pressed his lips gently to hers just like that first kiss they had shared all those years ago when they'd only just met. It was quick and it was gently as she had no time to react as he pulled away and looked at her with desperate eyes. She stood for what seemed like minutes in the exact same position that she'd been in when he'd pulled away. Her eyes had fallen closed even in the short duration of his press to her lips and she hated herself because of it. Her lips were pouted and pink and her arms were folded across her chest as she tried to comprehend what he had done.

When she did… she felt the anger begin to bubble within her…aimed at the both of them.

"Why did you just do that?"

"Because I'm in love with you." He said quickly and breathlessly, shocking the both of them.

She looked at him with malice and he was adamant for one split moment that she was going to kill him. Her eyes clouded over with darkness and her jaw set. Her hands curled into fists and she flexed the muscles not knowing what to do with them. He instantly regretted being so forward. He should have explained…

"I know that it's big-headed of me to think that you'll want to hear that…" he stuttered on, "I know I've done everything wrong that a person could ever possibly do… and I know that I've ruined your life…" he held a hand out to her, "But I want to make everything right again… I want you… I… love… you… I tried as hard as I can to not love you…" he shook his head… "but I can't… I can't stop loving you, Miley…"

SLAP!

Her hand landed hard on his cheeks, the sound echoing around the room mixed with the harshness of her breathing as the anger rose from her like a volcano. The stinging in his cheek was close to matching the one that was in her hand as she shook her head at him. Her eyes wide and manic, her fist clenched at her sides threateningly.

"Don't you dare say those words to me!" she spat in disgust, "How dare you…" she stepped backwards, "Don't you dare say those words to me… you… you…"

He held his cheek in his hand, "Why?"

She let out a full blown disbelieving belly laugh in his face in that one simple word… She couldn't believe how stupid he was being. Was he an idiot? She was sure he had been smarter than this at one point in his life. It was like he'd been hit around the head or given a lobotomy or something. How could he ask something so stupid?

"Why?" she laughed, "You want to know why you can't say that?" she shook her head, "How could you even ask me question you pathetic child! You treat me like shit for this long and expect me to drop every little thought, every splash of emotion I have felt towards you for the past eleven months and just… just…forget you hurt me more than any person I have ever met in my entire life?!" she shook her head as emotion began to well in her, "Are you an idiot? You made me feel like I ruined everything!" Great… She needed to cry. She wanted to cry. This so wasn't the time for her to be crying. "I destroyed my life by letting you consume it, do you realise that?" he was stepping away from her, his hand still clutched to his red cheek by the word, "I turned my life into a complete sham by trying to impress you and your pig-headed asshole nature! I made myself look like an idiot trying to win you back, you shit!" tears were rolling down her cheeks, but the anger could not be missed. She wanted to kill him. She did… she wanted him dead in front of her or at least badly hurt, just so he could understand how the hell it had felt like to be her for the past eleven months, "I went over every word of that last conversation in my head hour after hour, day after day trying to make sense of why you would even treat me like that!" his unharmed cheek was slowly reddening to match the one she'd hit, "I spent months reading into every picture, every word… every song lyric! Everything!" she took a deep breath from her screaming and shook her head at him, "I was determined to prove them all wrong because they told me that you were just another boy." She was ashamed at herself. She looked away and shuffled backwards from him, "They were right, so stupidly goddamn right! You're just like the rest of them, ready to use me and drop me before anything else!"

She paused for a second and took a daring step towards him, ready to slap him again if she needed to. She pointed to one finger to him warningly and with her other hand she wiped away the tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Have you ever thought in that shallow-minded head of yours that when I lost you…" she began before the need to pause consumed her, emotion beginning to take over completely, "when you broke my heart… I didn't just lose my first love and my boyfriend…" she paused breathless, "I lost my best friend too!?" The words broke in her throat and from then on she became more hysterical… more angry… more consumed in telling him everything she had longed to tell him since they had stood and battled each other with words in the rain, "I told you everything! I gave you my EVERYTHING!" She took another step forward and the words rained down in sobs, in aches of her heart and the remembrance of everything he had done to her, "You made me forget that the world even existed! That's why it hurt so much when you dumped me… because you made me think that there was a future for us!" she clutched at her stomach and her chest as yet again that physical ache she'd numbed away with stupidity and foolishness began to return to her in a vengeful and unkind hit, "It felt like there had been something ripped from inside me." She lurched with a sob and looked up at him shamefully, struggling to live, "I was lost Nick and I slowly began to lose everything as the minutes went on. I lost you; I lost my friends, my fans… my family. And it was all because of you."

She gasped and shook her head, "I hate you Nick. I hate you…" she smiled inwardly as his face dropped and the colour drained from his face, "and I blame you for everything that has happened to me this past year."

She stood up and it seemed that she was still in pain. She dealt with it. This needed to be said. She needed him to know that she didn't need him or want him anymore. He was no longer part of her life. She couldn't handle him being part of her life anymore… him being part of her life made her hurt too much.

He tried to speak but she stopped him.

"But don't worry about me, okay? I have found myself again and I don't need you." She nodded and he looked like he was about to cry, "You are just a guy… a guy who used me and broke my heart." The reminder sparked something in her and she shook her head at him, wiping her eyes and shrugging her shoulders, "Plus, I wouldn't want to go messing your life up now, would I?" she sighed, "I don't want to end up as pathetic as you."

Now it was time for her big finish, her time to say the simple words that she had longed to say for months. They were the words she'd dreamed about… that she'd inform him of, just to show him and the world how much he'd messed up her life… how much life didn't need to make sense anymore. She didn't need to make sense. That was what she'd learned from him. She didn't have to make sense. She just had to survive… she had to live… not just exist as his girlfriend.

She forced away tears and she pointed at him, her nose running and her anger fading as she felt the coming of the words she was about to speak. He looked at her softer than he had ever done. He looked broken and she didn't care… imagine what she'd felt like back then. At least now he got an idea…

"So if you want to know why you can't kiss me and tell me you love me…" her voice shook gently and tears rolled down her cheeks, her head quivered from side to side, "I'll tell you "why"…"

As she spoke, her voice broke and she felt everything overcome her for a second.

"Fuck you… that's why."

He stared at her. He was broken. His lips moved, trying to speak and she decided that she wouldn't stay if he asked her for an encore. She'd said everything she wanted to say. If he had a reply, she didn't want to hear it… she just wanted to have her say. He'd had his a long time ago in the form of his stupid actions that he had failed to regret.

"I'm sorry…" he whispered to her. He didn't know what else to say. He was numb.

Those words, as she fought against herself, threatened to break down her barriers to him. They awoke something inside of her and she fought hard with tears not to let it succeed.

She took a deep breath in and shook her head, "That's not good enough anymore…"

With that… she turned and walked from the room with no intention of returning, no second thoughts and no guilt. She was past being guilty. She was just being truthful.

Nick stood there and shook his head as he looked down at the space she had left. He was a failure.

His eyes brightened as he heard footsteps returning to him. Maybe she'd changed her mind… maybe it was like at Foxwoods when she would open the door to him and let him kiss her thinking that he was trying to tell her how he felt. He had been… but in the wrong way… all he wanted was a second chance and back then he'd blown it by being an ass.

His heart rose in his throat and sunk to his stomach as Joe entered the room looking angrier than ever. Miley and Mandy were his two best girls. He would kick ass for them any day. He'd proved that and Nick prepared himself for another punch. He could handle it… he needed it… he had to feel something more than this, right?

He was disappointed however when his brother bent forward to bow before him and looked up at him with dark eyes and anger filled actions. He shot him a devilish smile and sighed disgusted, ashamed and bored.

"All hail the heartbreaker…"

And as he watched the words leave his brothers mouth and flitter around the room, he felt something in his chest ache with excruciating pain and longing...

A/N: Hmm… you're probably all wondering what happened aren't you? Well you'll partially find out in the next chapter, but I need feedback first because I haven't written it. I've also nearly written a chapter of "Fifteen For A Moment" but that won't be uploaded for a couple of days, maybe tomorrow if I get enough feedback from this one.

Love B xo

PS. I found out that my mother's getting married in the summer and that might occupy some of my time helping her organise everything… so… XD

PPS. I need to know if people want me to reupload "It's My Party"? I'm willing to do it, its just it will take a lot of time and I don't know how many people want it… so let me know ;)