Mileys P O V

Later that day, I walked home and did my homework, and than Jake called.

"Hello?" I said answering my cell phone.

"Hi Miley, it's Jake," he said.

"Oh hi Jake. What's up?" I asked.

"Do you wanna go to the mall with me?" he asked.

"Sure, but I can't today. I've got alot of homework and my dad says that I can't go past six on school nights, other wise I stay there too long," I said.

"Okay, well how about tomorrow right after school?" he asked.

"Uh... sure why not," I said.

"Okay my limo can drive us," he said.

"Coolems."

"That's it?" he asked.

I wondered what he could be talking about.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Have you ever ridden in a limo before?" he asked.

Oh he was wondering about my reaction.

"Oh yeah, a few times," I lied. "I used to all the time back in Tennessee, but not so much anymore."

"Well-"

"Miley!" someone shouted coming into my house and interrupting Jake thank goodness.

I turned to see Oliver.

"Oliver?"

"Miley I really need to talk to you!" he said.

"Not now Oliver I'm on the phone with Jake," I said.

"Oh really?" He put the phone up to his face. "Hi Jake."

He than handed the phone to me and put his fingers on the button that hung up the phone.

"Hey! What was that for?" I asked.

"I really need to talk to you about Jake," he said. I sighed. Why must he now?

"What?" I asked reluctantly.

"Okay, Jake was the one who sent you that text," Oliver spilled. My mouth hung open. How could he do this?

"Oliver why would you say that? That's really mean to try to get him in trouble like that," I said.

Now Oliver's mouth hung open.

"What? You gotta believe me Miley. On the day he left for Romania, he stole Lillys cell phone and texted himself from Lillys saying that he wants to break up, that way you guys would break up, and Jake wouldn't be blamed for it. why he picked Lilly, I don't know, but he did. I even watched him just delete the text message as evidence while Lilly was in tutoring," Oliver said.

"Oliver-" I started trying to tell him off.

"Miley! You're never gonna believe this, someone erased the text message and I swear that it wasn't me!" Lilly shried coming in the door.

I looked at Oliver. He gave me a I-was-totally-serious-look.

"Please say you believe me!" Lilly squealed.

I was about to answer when the phone rang. I sighed not sure of what to do. So I picked up the phone and guestured for Lilly to wait a moment.

"Hello?"

"Hey it's Jake," Jake said on the other end. Great. Now I'm really caught in a tangled web of rumors.

"Jake I need to talk to you seriously. What did you do after school?" I asked. I couldn't see him, but I knew that Jake was taken aback.

"Well I need to talk to you too. why did you hang up on me?" he asked.

"The phone slipped," I lied. "Now where did you go right after school?" I asked.

"Home," he lied.

"Jake," I sighed. He knew that I knew that he was lying.

"Okay I stayed after a little bit, what's the big deal?" he asked.

"Because Lillys text message that was sent to you is gone and I had someone tell me that you did it after school," I said. Wow, things where getting awkward. I heard him mutter something and than he hung up. I gasped and dropped the phone. He really did do it. A moment of silence went by until Lilly spoke up.

"Now do you believe me?" she asked. I hung up the phone, and than hugged her.

"Yes. I do believe that you didn't send it. Could you ever forgive me for all of the horrible things I said?" I asked.

Lilly hugged back.

"Of course."

"Now what?" Oliver asked. But that seemed to be the question to the endless answer. Now what?

The next morning I got dressed and headed off to school. I planned on doing everything in my part to stay away from Jake. Otherwise I might just slap him again. Why? That's all I can think about is why? Why would he do that? I didn't plan on asking him that though.

My day was half way normal until I got to lunch. I went to dump my tray by myself, and all of a sudden I was being snapped like a twig the other way into the dark just like a few days ago. My wrists were still sensitive from the last time that it happened, and I winced in pain as someone clenched my bruises. I turned to see Jake. Again.

"Why are you doing this? Let me go before I hurt you," I shouted trying to get someone to come over.

"I didn't do this to hurt you Miley. I did this because I need talk to you, and I know that you wouldn't answer any calls or texts if I tried," Jake said. I sighed.

"Let go of my wrists and maybe we'll talk," I lied. "they're bruised the last time you did this."

"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you like that. I didn't mean to hurt you at all, I just needed to talk to you," he said. I than noticed a small, shiny object forming, and running down his cheeks. Was he crying?

"Are you crying?" I asked. He wiped the object away with his hand.

"Miley I need to talk to you, and it has to be serious. I never wanted to tell you anyway," he said. I than realized that he really was being serious. I straightened my back.

"Okay, I'm listening," I said.

"The reason I tried to break up with myself so that we would be over is because I didn't want to see you get hurt, so I knew if I acted like we had broken up, than you wouldn't be as hurt, but it didn't work because you guys figured out the whole deal with the time I sent the message to myself, so I had to delete it," he said.

"Wait, what? Why would I get hurt?" I asked.

"I think anyone would if they found out that their boyfriend was dying. Miley, I have a brain tumor, and it's spreading in my head out of control. The doctor said that there isn't anything that they could do," he admitted.

I threw up again.