The series is coming to an end soon *tear*

But enjoy the last chapters!

Miley's P.O.V

I've never seen Oliver so angry in my life. I've never even seen him hit someone, let alone with that kind of force.

Jake fell as though he'd been hit by a car and slammed into the ground, blood spurting from his nose. My natural instincts caused me to leap out from behind Oliver and bend down to tend to Jake. His eyes were closed and his nose looked wonky but other than that, he looked alright.

Lilly came rushing into the room, stopping dead when she saw Oliver and me over Jake's unconscious body; it was like a crime scene out of the movies.

"What the hell did you do?" she yelled, coming to bend down next to me.

"Sorry I hurt your boyfriend," Oliver muttered viciously, side stepping Jake's body to get out of the doorway.

Lilly stood back up, glaring at Oliver. "He's not my boyfriend. And what gives you the right to burst in here and knock him out."

"Miley's my friend and she's supposed to be your best friend but I guess none of that matters does it?"

"You have no idea about anything what's been happening so shut the hell up," Lilly snarled in his face.
"Will you both shut up?" I screamed.

They both stopped and stared, stunned at my outburst. Jake chose that moment to stir and open his eyes.

"What happened?" he murmured.

"You were born and eighteen years later, you screwed me over by hooking up with my best friend," I said fiercely, standing back up.

Jake wiped away the blood on his face with his sleeve and stood up slowly. Ignoring me, he turned to take in Oliver. "Don't remember inviting you," he said.

Oliver bounded over to Jake in two giant steps and pinned him against the wall, holding him by the scruff of his neck. "You're scum, you know that," he whispered.

Jake looked unfazed, staring over Oliver's shoulder at me. "If it's obvious to you Oliver then of course I know it."

Oliver's face turned red. He released one hand and pulled it back. I closed my eyes and flinched, not wanting to see.

Jake's P.O.V

In the space of ten minutes, I'd been punched twice; although this time I managed to duck away most of the impact so he only clipped the side of my face.

"Lilly?" I heard Miley say quietly in the background.

The word was enough for Oliver to slacken his grip on me and turn around to see what was going on.

Lilly was standing unsteadily, holding on to the couch arms to keep from swaying. She fell but none of Miley or Oliver had the kind of reaction time I did. I was already half way across the room when she dropped, landing in my outstretched arms. Miley was the only one who moved towards us; Oliver stayed frozen. I could tell by the concern highlighted on Miley's face that the current animosity between her and Lilly didn't matter if her best friend was hurt.

I laid her gently onto the carpet as her eyes fluttered open. "Jake," she murmured, staring up at me.

I smiled. "You okay Lilly?"

She nodded and I slowly helped her back up. She grasped my hand and with the other grabbed Miley's. She squeezed them both and smiled palely.

"I don't want anything to come between us Miley. You're my sister and I love you and I'm sorry."

Miley didn't say anything, just kept looking at me. I wondered what was running through her mind.

Lilly squeezed my hand again and I looked at her. And I mean, really looked at her. That's when pieces of the puzzle clicked into place slowly and although it took me awhile, I'd finally gotten it.

The moods. The throwing up. The fainting.

Oh my God.

"Lilly," I breathed. "You're not…you can't be."

She nodded with a wry smile at my finally having worked it out. "I'm pregnant."

Miley went stiff beside me and I knew the conclusion she and probably Oliver had jumped to. Sure enough, I glanced back at him and there he was, looking murderous.

"Dude, totally not mine!" I exclaimed.

My words didn't wipe away the expression on his face. Instead, he just turned and walked right out the door.

"Oliver," Miley called and with a last look at Lilly, ran out after him.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to tell anyone," Lilly admitted. "Somehow, saying it out loud would have made it more real."

I paused. "It is Oliver's right?"

I received a sharp elbow to the ribs and groaned at once.

"I'm going to pretend you didn't ask that okay?" she said, clapping a hand on my shoulder.

"Okay," I said, still wincing.

She got up to move away but there was still a burning question on my mind.

"Did you ever like me?"

She sighed. "To be honest, I don't know; I've been wondering the same thing. I think you can be a good guy when you want to be but I think my hormones kind of accelerated those feelings."

"Huh," I mused.

Just then, Miley made a timely reappearance. She cleared her throat to make her presence known and bit her lip anxiously.

"I talked Oliver into waiting downstairs. You should talk to him Lilly."

Lilly nodded and finally, Miley and I were alone.

"So…."

"So," she countered, standing awkwardly by the door.

"I'm sorry," I said, my words rushing out at once. "I should have never kissed her but I think I was just lonely…"

"That's not good enough Jake. You can't just kiss someone when you're lonely. Lilly was scared, confused and hormonal; she didn't know what she wanted. She has a decent excuse. You however don't."

"It's not an excuse but you always seem to be looking for one to tear us apart," I said, my voice wavering.

"I wouldn't have to look for excuses if you didn't keep giving them to me," she yelled.

"Are we really going to do this? You know we're just going to be right back where we started."

"No, we're not," she said sadly. "I don't want to do this anymore. I don't want to fight; I don't want to make up. I just don't want to….and I don't want you."

My heart sank like dead weight. "You don't want me?"

"No."

"I guess this is goodbye then."

"I guess so," she whispered.

Miley's P.O.V

I tore myself away from the greenest eyes I'd even seen and walked away, leaving a part of myself behind forever.