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CHAPTER THIRTY TWO: Not Ready

"No...Jackson." Lilly pushed him away. "I'm just not ready."

"What do I have to do?!" Jackson was actually using his "serious" voice. He pulled his hair out. Lilly shrank back. "I wanted you, I had you, I lost you, slowly got your trust back, just to get a lame excuse like: "I'm not ready?!" I love you, Lilly. LOVE YOU! I don't like you. Get it? Love. I always have, always will. When will you satisfy my need to love you? You need to love me!"

Jackson was really scaring Lilly. She had tears flowing down her face. He grabbed Lilly's shoulders and shook her.

"Do you know how I felt when you and Oliver were going out? You don't have any idea. I was torn apart, peice by peice. I could've killed myself, or him. And when he hurt you, I could've. I wanted to so badly. Do you even know? You couldn't! Do you understand me?"

Lilly shook her head.

"Do you love me?"

She thought about it. She thought about Oliver. "I don't know!" She cried. Jackson became silent, in angry thought. Then, he stalked into the party, leaving Lilly in disdraught tears. She sat down on the cement, confused, and afraid. If Jackson wasn't on her side, then who was? She could hear the party inside, but she had no desire to join. Lilly wrappted her arms around her knees, pulled them to her chest, and sulked.

The ball became quieter, a slow song came on, and there wasn't much noise. Then, someone opened the door. Lilly turned, expecting to see Jackson back to normal, ready to apologize. Instead she saw...

The end. JK!

Paris Hilton and some rich guy.

"Sorry." She said in a nasily(SP) I'm-not-really-sorry, and-never-am voice, when she saw Lilly. She giggled and the couple left. Hours seemed to pass by, and Lilly dozed off.

She awoke to the door opening once again. Then, there was a loud silence. (A/N: haha. Loud silence.) Lilly gazed up at the figure. She squinted in the darkness. It was a man, in a black tux and a plain black mask. He looked like every other guy at the maskerade ball. But this guy had an eerie silence to him.

He was staring at her. Lilly gropped for the ledge of the balcony to pull herself up. She stared at the man.

"Who are you?" She whispered.

"You're worst nightmare." He replied with a cliche. Then, he took his mask off.

Lilly stumbled backwards. She could run, but he was blocking the door way. She could scream, but that would only make him mad, and no one would hear her.

"What do you want from me?" She whispered.

"Haven't you figured it out yet? Don't I look familar?" Lilly shook her head, the man becoming blurry from her eyes filling up with tears once again. "Wellington." he said, searching her face for any recognition. There was none. "Andrew Wellington." Silence. "You still don't know?! Let's try this: Mariah Clydes."

"Mariah? As in Micheal's girlfriend?"

"Yah." Said Andrew bitterly. "Micheal's girlfriend. Do you know who I was? Micheal's 'best friend'." He said sarcastically. "Mariah's boyfriend. She dumped me for him. Your brother." He was ranting like a crazy man. "When Micheal died, Mariah didn't want to have anything to do with me. I swore I would ruin his life, the same way he ruined me. Well, he's gone now, so I settled for the next choice. His dear little sister. Lillian May Truscott, who sometimes goes as Lola Loffnangle. Best friend of Miley Ann Stewart, also known as Hannah Montana. Ex-girlfriend of Oliver Oscar Oken. Caught between loving him and Jackson Rod Stewart."

"You're crazy." She muttered.

"CRAZY?! You know who drove me there? You're brother. It's his fault that all this is happening to you."

"No, it's not. It's yours!" She cried.

"It's his fault, and you're going to have to pay for it. One way or another. Sooner or later." Lilly trembled, looking into his mad-stricken red eyes.

"Lilly!" Jackson opened the door, forcing Andrew backwards. He looked from Lilly's tear-streaked face, to Andrew's clamped fist.

Jackson pulled his own fist back and punched Andrew directly in the face, breaking his nose, grabbing Lilly's wrist and pulling her to safty. "Do you want to fill me in?" He asked, catching his breath.

Lilly shook her head.

"I'm not ready yet."

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