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A/N: Oh my gosh! So many hits in just 2 days! I love the reviews, and to all the people that have been sending them, you guys rock. You're so supportive unlike my mother who still thinks my story is boring. Haha. So yea, please read, and review. It'd be very nice if I had as many reviews as I had hits, but hey we don't always get what we want. So here's chapter five up for you, so you can have what you want!

Social studies, the class I was in right now. She sat in front of me, just like many of my other classes. It was a good thing though. I'd never object to it. I could look at her, and not be eyed suspiciously by anyone. Nothing could happen. One of the best things about this class, it was only the two of us. Okay, so it wasn't only the two of us, but the class was small. Around fifteen people was all, Miley and I not included.

"Okay, so would anyone like to tell us the definition of…" Mr. O'Riley, the teacher trailed off. The class phone rang. He walked over and picked it up.

"Hello?...Yes… No…Who?...Yes, he's in class today….No…Alright." He put the phone back, causing a click to sound.

"Who was that for Mr. P?" asked someone from the other side of the classroom. The teacher turned and looked at them.

"Is it any of your business?" He crossed his arms.

"It's my business if it was for me." They let out a laugh, and a few people in the class let out "Oh's" meaning "Oh, you are so gona get in trouble." I shook my head and let out a small chuckle. Miley turned around.

"Why is it so predictable that Johnny's the one to be saying that?" She asked. She put her hand on my desk. My hand was in the exact spot on the desk, here she put her hand. I looked down, and moved away. She looked to where her hand was.

"Sorry." She whispered, and turned back around to her desk. Why is she acting this way? She usually never acts like this. Is something up? Does my breath stink? I put my hand to my mouth, and checked my breath. It's not that bad. Could it be that—no. It wouldn't. She doesn't like me that way. I know it for a fact that she doesn't.

"So in conclusion, don't back sass me Mr. Collins. It could get you a one way ticket to the principal's office." The teacher finished.

"Just like you need a one way ticket to get a decent hair cut?" He remarked. The class burst out in laughs. The teacher's face grew bright red. Sure, he had a horrible comb over, but no one really ever said anything about it. They never said it to his face at least. Miley shook a little with bits of laughter. I smiled. Not because of what Johnny Collins said, but because of Miley. Her laugh just makes any dull moment better. Anytime that I felt upset, or if I was having a bad, day. Just a simple laugh from Miley was I needed to make it better. When I returned my attention to what happened in class, the teacher was already filling out a principal's note, saying why Johnny was there.

"How bad do you think he's gona get it?" I whispered into Miley's ear. She shifted herself so that she faced me.

"I don't think that bad. Maybe a week's worth of detention." She answered. She looked into my eyes, and for a second, I thought I saw something in her eyes. The slightest little hint to say that she felt the same way. I looked over at the teacher.

"Hmm. That makes sense." No way. She wouldn't feel the same way about me. She doesn't. Stop thinking that she'll ever like you like that because she doesn't. Get over it! But it's so hard to…

"Maybe if we're all lucky, he'll talkback to Mr. Craig and get suspended." She kept her hands on her lap the whole time. She avoided looking at me directly in the eyes. Seriously, why is she acting so weird? Is something wrong? I laughed.

"Yea." And If I'm lucky, you'll feel the same way I feel about you. Wait, no Oliver! Stop! I never took my eyes off her, and maybe she felt uncomfortable with it, because she turned back around to face her desk. I gripped my hands on the edge of my desk. I hit my head lightly on my desk. Why! Am! I! So! Stupid! Okay, ouch. Now my head hurts.

"Oliver, what are you doing?" She asked. I lifted my head and put my hands on my desk.

"What? Oh, nothing. Why?" I could feel myself blushing. No! Oliver no! Show no emotion! Stupid no!

"You were banging your head on the desk. Usually you only do that when you fail a test, or if you're talking to yourself and you're calling yourself stupid." Her eyes were looking into mine. She suddenly turned away to her hands, which were still on her lap. Oh great stupid. She's figuring things out. Look at what you've done now. You made everything worse. You ruined everything.

"No, it's uhh… all the rage in Holland. Yeah. Hit you head on a desk to get rid of fears. That's it. I'm trying to get over those mirrors." Nice save idiot, she's never gona believe something like that.

"Okay? Have fun with that then." She turned around once more. She believed that? What is the world coming to? First I get a question in heath right, now my excuses are actually working!? Seriously, maybe something's up. Wait. There I go again.

"Okay class, to reduce further interruptions, anyone else who talks, will be sent along with Mr. Collins." The teacher announced. He turned to the board to write something down. Some giggles and chuckled erupted from the other side of the room. He snapped back around. The sounds subsided. He turned back around. What's everyone laughing at? My question was answered when I saw what was on his back. There was a picture of a bald Mr. O' Riley. It was well photo shopped I'll admit. The whole class burst out laughing.

"That's it! One more sound from anybody, and I'll have to call Mr. Craig to come in here and have a talking to all of you!" He yelled. His face was even redder if possible. Is his face really ever gona get redder than that? Someone from the back row got up and walked up to the front of the room. They whispered something into Mr. O'Riley's ear, and went back to their seat. My question was answered again when his face got almost as red as the red stripe on the American flag, which was posted on the wall. Johnny is gona get it…

"Make that one week into a few days of in school suspension." Miley whispered over her shoulder. I laughed. The bell rang and saved everyone from Mr. O' Riley exploding. I picked my bag up from the floor, and hurried outside. I stood near the door and waited for Miley. Once she saw that I was waiting for her, she picked up her pace.

"Hey Miley! Wait up!" I called after her. Really. What in the world is up with her? Once I caught up with her, I saw she was already talking to Lily.

"Why were you walking so fast?" I asked. Miley stopped talking to Lily.

"Oh. I just had to tell Lily about Johnny. She'd crack up." Miley answered quickly.

"What happened to--" Lily started. Miley nudged Lily in the arm with her elbow.

"I mean, yea! Johnny Collins! What a riot!" Lily yelled. What were they talking about? Was it about me? What is up with those two? Did I miss an awkward day memo? I don't like missing memos. It makes me feel out of place. I remembered in first grade when I was sick the day before Halloween. I missed the notice saying that the Halloween party was canceled and that you shouldn't wear your costume to school. I had to go through the whole school day wearing a Superman costume, when everyone else looked normal.

Flashback:

I walked into the classroom with my costume on. Cape and all. Laughs came from everyone. Even the teacher was cracking up. In face she was doubled over laughing her head off. Lily had it worse. She was in the middle of drinking a carton of milk when I walked in. She ended up spitting it all out on the floor. Then I ended up not knowing that she spit it on the floor, walked over it, and slipped. Let's just say people were laughing forever.

End of Flashback

"Okay then. I'm guessing that was another "girl" moment, so I'm just going to butt out." I put air quotes around girl. I pointed my finger in the direction of my next class, and started walking that way. Man, was I confused. What if she did feel the same way…

A/N: Okay, so that was chapter five. I don't think it was that great, but that's up for you the reader to decide. So please read and review! Next chapter will be posted very, very soon if I get enough positive feedback!