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Party Like A Rockstar
Chapter Four
My Savior
After being alone for a while in the rain on friday night, I decided to call Oliver for a ride home. When he arrived I was standing in the rain, hugging my body and shivering. I quickly got into his car and turned up the heat. It was nice to be in a comfortable place.
"Are you okay, Miles?" Oliver asked as he patted my back, being a concerned friend.
"I think I'll be fine." I said, wiping away the final tears. "Thanks for coming."
"No problem," He waved it off, then started driving off towards my house. I thanked him again and went inside to my warm bed. I was grateful to have a friend as good as Oliver. I didn't sleep well at all that night. When I finally stopped sobbing, I wasn't tired. I got up and watched tv downstairs all night.
The next day Lilly called and said she was getting sick of spending so much time with Chris. I agreed to go to the mall with her. It gave me time to tell her everything that happened the previous night. I had missed hanging out and having girl time with Lilly. Ever since she started going out with Chris it was like when she went out with Matt in middle school all over again. Well, except for the fact that he wasn't cheating on her. I think?
On sunday I just hung around the house and did the rest of my home work. It was a boring, chill day. Jake called thirteen times, all of which I ignored. After the sixth call I had turned my ringer to silent. I wasn't ready to talk to him, and I wasn't sure if I ever would be.
I got dressed for school on monday, still half asleep. I had a hard time getting to sleep that night, and I finally went down at about two. I got in bed at eleven, but for those three hours I couldn't stop thinking. I couldn't help but worry about Jake. He had been in my thoughts all weekend. I wanted him to get home safely. I missed him. Could I have loved him? I wasn't sure, all I knew was that I didn't want it to end that soon. I cursed myself for thinking like that. Jake lied to me. He hurt me.
I walked over to my closet and pulled out some comfy jeans and light pink zip up. My long brown hair good wavy and down, so I just left it that way.
The period before lunch, period four, was when I saw Jake for the first time since the fight. I was walking to period four when we pasted each other in the hallway. He was in front of me, touching the back of his head like he was uncomfortable, which made sense because I was giving him my iciest glare. I had to stay strong. Jake seemed like he was going to say something but instead he gave me a small smile like, please forgive me? Forget I hurt you? Still glaring, I smirked meanly and brushed by him.
"Miley..." I heard Jake say quietly, but staying strong, I ignored him and kept on walking.
When I sat down at lunch Lilly, Chris, Oliver, and Michael were all already there. Lilly and Chris seemed to be arguing while Oliver and Michael watched and listened looking very intrigued. I sat down next to Michael and across from Oliver.
"Guys, what's going on?" I whispered to them.
Oliver put his pointer finger to his lips. "Shh!" And then gave me a death glare. I rolled my eyes and then nudged Michael, hoping he would give me the scoop.
"Lilly and Chris. They're having a 'Lover's Quarrel," He chuckled. I glanced over at Oliver as he watched with a smile, seeming genuinely happy about this. I ripped off a little piece of my bed roll and threw it at his head, having good aim.
"What was that for?" He whispered. I gave him a knowing look. He shrugged his shoulders not caring, and tuned back into the conversation. I decided to tune in myself.
"What so mad at me for not hanging out with you EVERY day of MY weekend?" Lilly whispered yelled.
"Well maybe if you weren't constantly ditching me I wouldn't care so much!" Chris snapped, whisper-yelling back.
"What do you mean ditching you? When have I ever ditched you?" Lilly asked, looking utterly confused.
"You always do! To have your little movie nights" Thats where he added some funny looking hand wiggling gestures, "with Oliver!" When he said this, Lilly's face turned from confused to understanding.
"Oooh I see. Your jealous!" She cooed, still trying to whisper. This was getting pretty entertaining.
"So what if I am? I have a right to be. You spend more time with him then you do with me!" He yelled. Lilly looked hurt now. She didn't know what to say. Oliver looked happy about Chris's last statement.
"I'm done, Lilly. I thought I could ignore it, but it seems clear to me that recently you'd rather be with anyone than me." Chris said, then angrily left the table. Lilly looked shocked, but Shockingly not so sad.
"You okay Lil?" Oliver asked gently. He rubbed her back in a friendly way.
"Yeah I'll be okay. Thanks Ollie." She smiled at him and then they continued to talk. I tuned out again to let them have some time and turned back to Michael.
"Well that was an entertaining lunch..." I said to him, starting up some conversation.
"Yeah, definitely." I replied. Michael smiled at me.
"Listen Miley, I know this is kind of sudden and all, but I was wondering if you would like to go out with me tomorrow night?" I was so surprised that he asked. I would have never expected something like this from Michael.
"I, um..." I thought for a second, not sure what to say. As I looked into his eyes that sparkled with hope, I didn't want to crush him. I couldn't say no. And besides, he wasn't too bad looking. I liked the way his light blue polo made his eyes pop. "Sure. I'd loved to."
"Great! I'll pick you up tomorrow night at 7:00." I nodded okay and he was about to leave when he turned back to me, "Miley?"
"Yeah?" I asked.
"Is Jake going to kill me for this?" He seriously looked like he would be scared of Jake.
"Uh... no. I'll deal with it. It's fine." I smiled reassuringly, and he continued on his walk out of the cafeteria.
When I got home from school, Daddy was there standing in the kitchen.
"Daddy!" I jumped into his arms, so happy to see him.
"Why hello darlin'," He smiled warmly at me. It felt good to have him back.
"How was your trip?" I asked.
"Well, longer than I expected, but good." He grinned and hugged me again. I guess he missed me as much as I missed him. "How has your week been?" He asked.
Should I tell him all thats happened? Yes? No? Yes? No. I wasn't going to. What he didn't know couldn't hurt him... or get me grounded. "It was great."
"Thats good honey." He said.
"Yeah well, I'm gonna go get my studying done." I smiled.
"That's my girl! But you better be done by six." He must have seen the puzzled look on my face. "I'm making us dinner."
"Okay, sounds good." I kissed his cheek and went upstairs to my room. I got all my home work done, had dinner with my Dad while we caught up with each other, then went upstairs and got on the computer. I signed online, hoping Lilly would be on.
SmileyMiley has signed on. (8:36)
Jakesthename: Miley?
SmileyMiley: No.
SmileyMiley has singed off. (8:36:46)
No would answer anything had to say. Do you forgive me? No. Are you okay? No. I'm sorry. No. Okay so maybe the last one didn't work so well, but whatever.
Tuesday's classes pasted quickly with only a few awkward glances and run-ins with Jake. I ignored him each time, and each time he tried to talk to me. Before I knew it, it was 6:30 on tuesday night and I was in the middle of getting ready for my date with Michael. I wasn't sure where we were going so I went casual. I wore a white, knee length spaghetti strap sun dress, which had little eyelet patterns imprinted to the material. I put on light brown eyeliner, a dash of mascara, and a little blush to add color to my cheeks. As I was curling my eyelashes, my cell phone vibrated off the bathroom counter into the sing.
1 New Text. I clicked Read Now.
To: Miley
From: Jake
Miley please, give me another chance?
I had ignored quite a few of these texts, so I decided to answer this one.
To: Jake
From: Miley
No.
Just like the IM. I hope that would clear things up for him. I went downstairs and saw my dad in the living room. Damn! I had gotten so used to him being gone I had forgotten to ask him about this date!
"Hey bud, where you goin' all dressed up like that?" He asked in his thick southern accent.
"A date?" I said, asking for approval.
"On a school night?" He said, shaking his head. I gave him the puppy-pout. "Not the puppy face! Fine, fine. But don't think this will be a regular thing!" He agreed, being the old softy I knew he was.
Just then the door bell rang. "Bye Miles, have a good time."
"Thanks, bye daddy!" I answered the door, seeing Michael standing there in a nice outfit with flowers.
"For you." He handed me the flowers.
"Why thank you," I smiled and took the flowers do the kitchen table and went back to the door. He took my hand and led me out to his car. It was kind of a weird feeling to be holding hands with someone who wasn't Jake, but this was expected, seeing as I was on a date. Whoa, that sounds weird.
"You look beautiful tonight." Michael was watching me from the side as he drove down the road.
"Your not looking too bad yourself," I told him. That wasn't completely a lie. He was kind of cute. Not hot like Jake, but cute in a baby or puppy kind of way.
After a few minutes of awkward silence I had to think of something to say. "So, uh, where exactly are we going?" Michael never told me anything about our plans.
"I thought I'd take you to one of my favorite Italian restaurants." He grinned.
"Sounds great." I turned back to look at the window until we finally arrived at the restaurant. Michael got out of the car then ran over to my side, opening my door to let me out.
"Milady..." He said, gesturing with his hand. Cheesy much? I took his hand anyway, and let him lead me inside to our table.
"Here we are." Michael said as he pulled out my chair for me. When I sat down, he pushed me in. He sat down in his own chair after that.
"Hello, how are you doing this fine evening? I'm Katharine and I'll be your server for the night." A pretty blonde and tall waitress told us as she placed our menus in front of us.
"Thanks," We said as she walked away. We ordered our drinks and food, and talked while we waited. Right as our food arrived, I heard my phone making a quiet vibrating sound from my purse.
"I'm sorry, one second." I said as I reached into my purse. As I read the screen I automatically knew I shouldn't even look at it, but I couldn't help myself.
To: Miley
From: Jake
Milhy. I nded ur help. Pease/
After decoded this message, I rolled my eyes. Why did Jake expect me to help him? I snapped the phone shut and threw it in my purse.
"Everything okay?" Michael asked, obviously noticing my mood change.
"Yep. Dandy." I put on a fake smile. Why couldn't Jake just give up? Didn't he realize he was just hurting me more? Couldn't he just let me be?
"How's your food?" Michael asked.
"Oh, its great! Thanks for bringing me here, it's very nice." That wasn't a lie. This place was very nice. All the waiter's walked around with a fancy white cloth over one bent arm and they wore black and white suites and ties. All the people dinning here were dressed very fancy also. The restaurant was beautiful.
"It's my pleasure." He leaned in for a kiss. Oh god! A kiss? I don't know if I was ready for a kiss, but leaned in anyway. He did bring me here to this nice place. I at least owed him one kiss. I was still dreading it as we were a centimeter away. Michael was a nice guy and all, it's just that I would never think of him in that way. He was more like the brotherly type. He was inching closer and closer...
This is the life, hold on tight and -
"Oh I'm so sorry, just one second!" I apologized, secretly loving the person who decided to call me at this lovely moment. I guess on forgot to turn the ringer off on calls. As I looked at the screen I think I should take that back. Flashing on the phone was a picture of Jake I had taken when we just started going out. I debated whether I should answer it or not. It would get me a moment away from Michael. But then again, I would have to talk to Jake. What if he was in trouble? Maybe I should answer it. I could just hang up if he seemed okay. A moment away from Michael's kiss... that made the final decision.
"What?" I asked, my voice cold.
"Mi-miley. I neeeed your he-lp." He slurred. Oh my god. Was he drunk again? I groaned. I glanced at my clock. 9:38? Already? That dinner went by fast. Could Jake be at a party?
"With what, Jake?" I snapped, clearly irritated. Michael looked at me hesitantly but I flashed him a fake smile, trying to say it would be fine.
"Ca-can you plick me up?" He asked. Plick? If I wasn't so angry that would have made me laugh.
"Why would I do that for you?" I said meanly.
"Miley pleaseee. The pa-thing I'm at got copped out. I need a riide. I don't know who else to call." He sounded desperate.
"So your calling me because the party is over?" How stupid can one boy get?
"Just please...?" He begged. Even if I was mad, I didn't want him to get hurt.
Silence. "Where are you?" I heard him sigh in relief on the other end.
"Sa-same as last time," He said. I sighed, a little mad at myself now, for caving.
"Alright. I'm coming now." I dropped my phone into my purse and stood up.
"I'm really, really sorry but I have to go." I told Michael as he stood up too. He looked pretty disappointed. "It's in emergency." I added.
"Okay then. I had a great time with you, Miley. Maybe we could reschedule?" He said.
"Yes, definitely." Not. This was a boring, boring date. "See you." I kissed his cheek then left. He sat back down to finish eating.
I went to the parking lot and looked for my car. Where the hell was it? I thought about it for a second then slapped my head. I didn't bring my car! "Damn it." I cursed under my breathe. Now how was I going to get to the party? I walked back into the restaurant.
"Back so soon?" Michael smiled.
"Oh no," I laughed. "I... I don't have a car here." I told him.
"I could give you a ride?" He offered. The last thing I wanted was to be in a car with Michael and Jake at the same time.
"Uh thats okay. I'll just get a taxi." I said, hoping I wouldn't really have to get one. I wasn't even sure how.
"Oh no, no. Take my car. I can stop by your house and pick it up tomorrow." He said, handing me the keys. Yes! Plan worked. He was too much of a gentlemen to let me walk. He really was a nice guy.
"Thank you so much Michael." I said, hugging him. I pulled away, kissed his cheek then left.
I drove Michael's nice car down to the house I was at with Jake the other night. Thankfully I remembered the way and got there soon. As I pulled in front of the house Jake was sitting outside the house which looked empty and abandoned now. There was trash covering the front lawn and broken beer bottles everywhere. Jake opened the door and got in the car.
I glanced at him from he side. Yep, definitely drunk. He even smelled like he was drunk. Gross. He was slumped against the side of the door. Was he too trashed to even notice this wasn't my car? Or my dads?
"Aren't you going to say anything?" He asked quietly, after sitting in the silence for a while. I nodded my head no. I was afraid if I tried to speak to him, I'd start sobbing, or screaming. Not sure which one.
After more silence, I decided to let it all out.
"How could you do this AGAIN?" I yelled at him, furious.
"I-" Jake started.
"NO! I'm not done! I told you why it means so much to me! I told you I was done with you! So why did you call me?!? Why couldn't you call one of the other people that loves you?! I screamed at him, mad that he brought me back into this mess when I told him I was done.
"You love me?" He asked in a small voice, glancing over at me. Opps, that wasn't supposed to come out. Ever.
"Shut up." I snapped. I could see he was smiling from the side. It irritated me even more.
"Stop smiling, Jake! I'm serious. I told you I was done with this! I told you how much it hurt me... and you just keep doing it!" I shouted at him. The tears I had felt burning in my eyes were now cascading down my cheeks.Why can't he just leave me alone!
"Miley, I didn't mean to-" I cut him off.
"Honestly, Jake. Just stop. Okay? Stop," I tried to sound firm, hating that my voice came out wimpery and weak. I could feel Jake watching me for a couple seconds, then he turned and slumped back into his chair, rubbing his face.
"You look nice," He sucked up. It wasn't going to work. "Where were you tonight?" He asked. Maybe this would hurt him like he hurt me.
"I was on a date." I said, unfazed. I kept my eyes on the road.
"W-with who?" Jake questioned, sounding worried and confused. Maybe now he realized he's actually going to loose me. I didn't answer him anymore. I didn't want to talk to him... until I had to.
"Where am I taking you?" I asked, no emotion at all in my voice.
"Here's fine." I stopped the car and he got out. We where right in front of the beach which was about two seconds away from my house, literally. I got out of the car too. When Jake was standing out in the moon light, I could see he had been crying too, not that he'd ever admit to it.
"Are you going home?" I asked him. Jake shook his head no and started to walk down further to the beach. After a second I followed him. What do you mean, no? You can't sleep at the beach!" I exclaimed.
He turned around quickly to face me. "Why would it matter to you?!" He snapped. Ouch. I rolled my eyes, although he couldn't see through the darkness.
"It doesn't." I answered, even though it did. I was about to turn around and leave him there, but something in my head just wouldn't let me. I couldn't believe what I was about to do...
There's chapter four for you! haha. That was originally meant to be two different chapters but I made an extra long on instead. I hope you liked it! I left in on like a semi- cliffhanger. haha. Well thanks for all the great reviews! And this story is really close to being over.
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