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Party Like A RockStar

Chapter Two.

Apologies.

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I slammed my fist down on my alarm clock. It wasn't fun to go to a late night party and then come home and have to go to school the next day. Yeah, that party was on a school night. Hardcore partiers would NEVER let the day interfere with the party, even if it was a sunday night. If my Dad knew I was at a party on a school night past curfew, I'd be grounded, but that wasn't a problem because Dad wasn't home. He was visiting Jackson to see his play-off volleyball game. Jackson went to college further north in California and was a star on the school's volleyball team.

I jumped out of bed and threw on a pair of faded jeans with my dark blue Juicy Couture zip up. I threw my hair up in a messy bun. Days like these when I was so tired, it didn't matter what I looked like. I didn't want to be late so I grabbed a granola bar on the way downstairs and ran out the door.

When the bus pulled up in front of the school I stepped out and was immediately greeted by Lilly.

"Oh my gosh, Miles! I'm so sorry I just left you hangin' last night. My mom came up when I was texting you and was all 'LILLY ITS A SCHOOL NIGHT'. Then she took my phone... So how did your night end up?" Lilly asked me while we walked into the school together then went to my locker.

"I don't know, it wasn't too great..." I told her.

"Wow Miles, thanks for that great description!" She said sarcastically. I guess I could tell her a little more.

"Well, you already knew Jake was drunk, then he tried to drive home. I had to fight him to give me the keys. He was being such an idiot! He could have killed someone trying to drive home drunk. It scares me to think about what he would have done if I wasn't there to take over." Lilly knew about my mom, so she understood where I was coming from.

"Yeah, it is scary... are you guys okay now?" She asked. I wasn't really sure.

"I don't think so. We didn't really talk." I told her. Then the warning bell rang. I slammed my locker and started to walk off the my first class, which was different from Lilly's. We are sophomores this year, and we haven't had many classes together since middle school.

"I'll talk to you at lunch!" I turned my head and yelled down the hallway to Lilly. Then I sat through all my morning classes, extremely bored. Even border than usual. God, sometimes I wish school wasn't needed, I already have a job!

At lunch time I sat down at the regular table with Lilly, her boyfriend Chris, Oliver, and his other friend Michael. Normally Jake was there too, but I noticed he was missing today... not that I was looking for him or anything. I was still a little angry with him.

"Where's Michael?" I asked once I noticed he was missing.

"He is in Kunckle's room taking a science make-up test." Oliver answered.

"Oh, I see." I said, then turned back to my food.

Lilly and Chris were known for being a 'Cutsie Couple'. They were always hugging or kissing or making goggly eyes. It was cute for a while, but when you trying to eat your lunch it peace, the goggly eyes can be quite annoying. I gave Oliver an annoyed glance and he rolled his eyes back.

"Lils, I'm going to go, bye!" I tell her, standing up to throw my lunch away.

"Yeah, uh-huh..." Lilly says, not paying attention. Oliver followed me out and we walked out of lunch early and went to my locker.

"I'm so sick of them! Doesn't Lilly get we were her friends first? Not Mr.-Oh-So-Perfect-Chris? She can't ignore us for that stuck-up loser! God." Oliver sighed, shoving his long shaggy hair out of his face. It looked like it hadn't been cut since middle school, but it was cute in his boyish way.

"Hmm, is someone a little bit jealous?" I mocked him. Although he would never admit it, I knew Oliver had a thing for Lilly.

"What?! No! No no no." Oliver denied, but it wasn't convincing.

"Alright, whatever you say Ollie-boy." The lunch bell rang and it was time for sixth period. "I'll see ya later."

"Yeah. Bye Miles." Oliver said, then walked off to his own locker.

The rest of the school day was pretty uneventful. That was, until the final bell rang. I walked out of class to my locker so I could get the books I needed and my backpack. I put in the combo, but my locker wouldn't open. I put the combo in at least eight times. GOD! Why today? I looked down at the bottom of my locker and saw the sleeve of my coat jammed in the locker door.

"Damn," I mumbled, then went off to find the janitor so he could un-jam my locker. It took fifteen minutes to get my my locker unjammed and get all my stuff packed up, and by the time I was done, I missed my bus ride home. I guess I'm walking? This wouldn't be so bad. I used to walk home all the time in middle school. It gave me time to think. Plus, I knew the route like the back of my hand. Once I got to the end of the school's driveway, I saw a tall figure standing there. Getting closer I realized I knew them.

"Hey," Jake said quietly.

"Hey? How'd you know I was here?" I asked him, confused.

"Well I waited by your street for the bus to drop you off but when it didn't I figured you had decided to walk home." I decided I wasn't go to tell him I wasn't walking by choice.

"Why weren't you at school today? Too tired out from your partay?" I wasn't really caring if I hurt Jake's feelings. He didn't care that he hurt mine. I started walking towards my house faster, but Jake caught up. The way to my house was only about ten minutes.

"Miley stop. I'm sorry, okay? I don't know what else to tell you! I didn't plan on that night turning out like that." He tried to explain. No way was I going to let him off that easily.

"So you didn't plan on drinking. At all?" I said in my most unbelieving tone.

"I know your mad because I was drinking, and I can't say I'm sorry enough. I don't like it when I get like that. I can't help it," Jake said.

"Yeah you can, Jake. You can help it. No one forced those drinks you throat." I told him.

"I can't explain to you what I think when I'm taking the first drink. Then all the rest. I can't explain it but I don't like the feeling, and it makes me want to get rid of it more. So I drink more. I know it may not make sense to you, but thats how it is for me." Jake explained.

"Thats stupid, Jake, and I think you know it." I wasn't going to give in easily this time.

"Okay... what if..." Jake trailed off, thinking about what he really wanted to say. "What if I promise you I won't get drunk, or even drink, ever again... or until I turn twenty one?" Jake suggested. I thought about this for a second. I decided I would agree, because I really didn't want to fight with Jake. I like being with him.

"Okay... but you can't just promise. That doesn't mean a lot. You have to... you have to promise on someone's life." I told him, wanting this to be true. Jake laughed.

"Well, who's life?" He asked me. I had to think about this one.

"Umm, I don't know. Uh... just think of someone you care about a lot and promise on their life you won't get drunk again. Until its legal..." I said.

"Okay," Jake sighed and thought for a second. "I promise on Miley Stewart's life I will never drink again until I am of age." He said, holding both his palms up. Aww, he choose my life as the one he cared about? This was the side of Jake I loved. I smiled at him as I took his hand and walked with him the rest of the way home.

There we go! Kind of a boring chapter. Im sorry! I have this whole story planned out though on another paper so I know this isn't going to be more than six chapters. and this chapter did have a purpose. trust me! OMG! So who saw the commercial for next sunday's episode! I CAN NOT WAIT! I didn't think Jake would actually come back because disney channel always gets rid of characters and stuff, BUT HE IS! YESSSS! Ahh i can't wait. Please Review!! Anonymous are enabled!

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