YOOOOOO! Yesss! I'm early, I just got back from Vegas baby! I was worried I wouldn't get this in time but I did! Haha, I am goood. Hope it's good, read it, love it, review it?:)

And I just have to bring up Michael Jackson, My prayers go out to his family! He's in a better place at least but it's very sad to know the world has lost a legend and such an insperation. (I don't care that I spelled that wrong, I'm tired) He will be remembered forever, God bless and R. I. P.

I stared at Joe, my blood boiling. Joe smirked and turned away, facing the board. I scoffed softly and grabbed my pencil and threw it at his arm. Joe flinched and clutched his arm, as if it hurt. He turned to look at me, surprised.

"Ow!" He exclaimed. I rolled my eyes at his childish behavior. Crossing my arms I stood up. "Come with me." I said and started walking to the door. I heard Joe sigh and his desk shift a little as he moved out of it. I smiled to myself, pleased that he obeyed. Once I was out of the classroom I turned and headed down the hall. I could feel Joe close behind, his eyes digging into the back of my head. Once we were down the hall and out of sight I turned around to face Joe again.

Joe halted, almost running into me, obviously taken back by my sudden move. Pressing his lips together he looked down at me, waiting for me to start talking. I couldn't help but get lost in his chocolate- brown eyes.

Opening my mouth, I was about to start until I felt Joe's lips crush into mine. I gasped into his mouth and almost at first, felt his arms wrap around my waist. Unable to control myself, I wrapped my arms around his neck deepening the kiss. Joe leaned me against the wall and I felt his tongue flick against my mouth. Why? Why was I doing this, I can't do this anymore. Not with Joe at least. I can't fall for him, as good as this feels, I must stop. That's when I pulled away. I pushed against his chest and Joe pulled his lips apart from my mine. Out of breath, I looked down ashamed.

"Joseph, we-we can't. You need to stop. We need to stop." I said in a low murmur. Joe softly backed off, nodding his head. "I know."

I shook my head. "No you don't. If you knew you wouldn't have done that. Joe this is serious."

Joe sighed and ran his hand through his hair, frustrated with himself. He turned his back from me, rubbing his temples with a hand. Frowning, I raised my hand to rub his back, but stopped myself.

"Joe just tell me why your here. Truthfully."

Turning around, Joe looked at me annoyed. "Miley, I need my education too! Just because we have to stay away from each other doesn't mean I have to throw my life away. I've been living like that far too long, I'm not ruining my life for a stupid girl."

My throat burned with fury as I worked up a reply. "Seems like you want to ruin it, what was that 2 minutes ago? Do you want to risk us?" I paused after I said that, I didn't seem to fit right, that word didn't.

Joe rolled his eyes and turned his head to ignore my glare. "2 minutes ago I didn't realize I'm wasting my time with you. Go back to your perfect little life and just forget about me." Joe said starting to walk off, backwards, "I'll be fine."

I crossed my arms and frowned softly, pushing the powerful tears away with all my strength, that urged to fall and slide on my cheeks. He didn't mean it, oh what am I saying. Joe is right. It's time to forget.

When I look at you,
I can't help but remember
the first time I saw you.
When you looked at me,
I felt a tingle overtake my body.
I felt a warming to your boyish grin,
walking away from you,
wishing that I had said more.

As time past by,
I got to know you better.
I knew that there would be magic between us.
When I close my eyes I see your face,
and calmness takes over my body.
What I feel inside scares me to death.
My heart has never stirred like this before.

So many times I wanted to ask you
if you have ever been adored,
given a woman's heart and soul,
and unconditional love.
But I didn't.
My feelings for you are sacred.
It's your mind and compassion
that has captivated my heart,
not your physical being.

I want to be the one that gives you true happiness.
I want to spin your world,
showing you that life is so precious,
worth living every moment of it in the present.
I truly believe that we have to live for today,
because tomorrow may never come.

Once at the museum we were split into groups, Mitchie and I got in the same group but... so did Joe. We ignored each other while Mitchie and I groaned and sulked at the boring trip. Most of the pictures and statues seemed to have 5 minute story to go along with it. Our tour guide was the only thing to make us smile, his bad combover- not that any combover looked good but still, had about 3 different colors in it and covered about 1/3 of his head. And his strong lisp made it all the better. We had to be hushed almost every time he'd open his mouth by Mr. Duffy who happened to go in our group. My lucky day.

"The story behind this picture was a personal memory for the artist, for he was going through his first love, and nothing else mattered..."

I rolled my eyes and finished his sentence in a mutter, "But his girl." I silently departed from the group and looked at the next picture, it was a simple picture of a heartbreak, lies, and sorrow all in one. I looked at it for a long while, the colors seemed to be fading the longer I stared until I'd close my eyes and re-open them and it would be back to normal.

I sighed, this was more like the 'love' I was used to. Not first love crap, first love is always the worst, that's when you learn reality. It kinda sucks. I felt a brush on my arm and I looked up jumping slightly at the sight of Joe, I mean Joe next to me, as if he'd been standing there the whole time. Which he wasn't, I think.

"This one caught my eye too, it kinda of describes you and me-" I stopped him there. "Don't ever put "You and me" in the same sentence again." I said harshly. I was even surprised by my reply.

Joe seemed taken back. "Ouch," he said putting his hand over his heart sarcasticly, "Don't be bitter, Miley."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not! Why are we talking anyways?"

Joe stepped away eying the picture next to the one I was looking at. My throat hitched slightly as I stared at his beauty, unable to look away. Hey, maybe I don't like him, but I doesn't mean I act think he's hansom right?

"I only said one thing, you could've have ignored me. But no." I bit my lip, damn he was right. Turning around I looked at the group, still by the same picture they were when I left. And they still didn't notice us gone. I looked back at Joe who was now half way down the hall of art, his body leaning over a short water fountain, as the water splashed onto his lips, some making it into his mouth. I sighed, god why does he have to look like an angel. Everything he does is perfect. He does it on purpose, just to make me go wild. I know it.

He leaned back up and wiped his mouth with his hand, he looked over at me our eyes meeting. He smirked, and I quickly looked away. I was about to take a step until I heard Mr. Duffy's booming voice call our names.

"Miley and Joe. Come back right now, you can't just leave the group!"

Dammit, we were caught. I looked at Joe, at least I wasn't alone. I walked back to the group, all eyes on us. Looking at Joe again, his head was down, probably ignoring the stares. Mr. Duffy pulled us into a corner for a "talk'. It was like 2nd grade all over again.

"You two knew the rules. No leaving the group."

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We ended up getting sent back on the bus, Joe and his big mouth had to argue with Mr. Duffy. I didn't even say a word but I guess the new rule is "If you're by someone who talks back, you both are sent away.' I have now decided that Joe is dead to me, I'm going to pretend he is not there. We walk onto the empty bus, the bus driver wasn't even on. Not very smart to put two juniors on a bus alone. But It was okay for us because as you remember, I'm ignoring him.

I sit in the back, while Joe slumps 3 rows ahead. I glare at the back of his head, squinting so much I can barely see anything. I hear his hands drum the seat in front of him, I roll my eyes. Man, I just want to scream at him, this is his fault! All the way from the beginning, I probably wouldn't have even been caught if Joe hadn't decided to join me. And now getting sent to the bus, awesome just awesome.

...I now just realized Joe is the reason for a lot of my problems. I wonder if he's trying to ruin my life, maybe he secretly hates me. No more of Joe talk, Who is Joe any ways?

Minutes pass, I'm becoming impatient. I bite my lip so hard I can taste blood. I start to tap my shoes and Joe looks back at me. I stare ahead like he isn't there. Joe sighs and gets up. He blocks my way so I can't see anything but him. I look down and fumble with my fingers, he better not sit here!

He sits next to me. I turn away and face the windows, watching as a group of birds circle over something dead on the ground, I think it's another bird.

I can see Joe's reflection in the mirror, He's not looking at me though.

"... I'm sorry..." Joe says softly, almost in a whisper. I look at him in the window, sorrow filled his eyes. I think he meant it. I turned around not able to ignore him any longer. I need to get better at this 'acting like someone is not alive' thing.

I gulp. "You should be."

Joe seems hurt, but he can't deny it. "I know, I keep messing up, but I'll get better. I promise." He pauses slightly, "I wont bother you anymore."

I bite the inside of my cheek, he seemed... sincere. But I was too upset to give in this quickly. I stand up quickly. "Joe your... your ruining my life, slowly."

Joe looked at me shocked, then anger spread his face, he stood up to ready to fight back. "Oh grow up! I got you in a little trouble, boo hoo. Sorry Ms. Perfect I'll stop ruining your rep at this school." He threw up his hands and glared.

My mouth dropped, and I crossed my arms roughly. "You don't understand do you! Everything that's bad in my life, usually has something to do with, oh you guessed it, YOU!" I'm so angry now, I'm fighting the urge to slap him.

Joe shakes his head and looks away for a moment, he was thinking up a comeback now. "Okay that it's just my fault! You got involved too! And you you know it!" I can't think of anything to say now, I feel my hand rise and the next thing I now it's slapping against Joe's cheek. I stare at my hand, what have I done? Why has my only comeback included me slapping people?! Joe turns away and cups his red face. But it lasts only a moment, he turns back towards me and raises his hand, it whips against my left cheek. I stumble back, tears streaming out of my eyes. I look at Joe, hurtfully. He knows what he did is a mistake. He puts his hands up in a pleading way but I could care less. I throw up mine again and hit it against his face. That's when we hear gasps. We turn around suddenly to see our class staring at us through the windows and the door.

"That is it! I am done with you two, front seats now!" Mr. Duffy snaps and points to the seats next to him.

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When we get to school, we call our parents, well I do and Joe pretends to call his, but is probably talking to Kevin. I'm in huge trouble when I get home, no phone or allowance for a 2 months. But we have to stay at school for the rest of the day and after school, with humiliation. Alex and Mitchie are both shocked with my attitude, but surprisingly like it, and now are saying how they want to be more like me. Trust me they don't.

I now completely and utterly hate Joe with every bone is my body. I wish he never existed, my life would be so much easier. After school ends I go to my locker to retrieve all my books. We have to do work while at school, but they wont tell us what kind so I'm just bringing all of it.

Some kids stare at me while I walk down the hall and whisper to there friends, what happened to the beginning of the year when everyone wanted to be my friend? (I sort of miss that) Now I'm just the girl who got in a fight on the bus.

I was about to go into the office until I was stopped by a hand on my back. I turn around to see Nate smiling at me wide. My heart stops for a moment, he's so gorgeous too.

"Hey trouble maker, heard what happened on the bus. Trying to beat up my bro?"

I stutter like never before, unable to make up a sentence. I finally work up something after Nate laughs at my awkwardness. "It was half his fault, and I wasn't trying to beat him up, he was just really-"

Nate cut me off, "Hey chill, it's okay. It was kind of cool, your different, I like that."

I blush like mad and flutter my eyelids. What am I doing? This is the same guy who tried to rape me! Why am I all nervous around him, he's a jerk. I look back at his stunning face, well maybe he's not a jerk anymore. I think he has changed.

He leans against the wall casually, "Look the prom is friday, and I was hoping you wanted to... go... with... me?"

Prom, it never really hit me until now. The posters and pep rally's about it, and Alex and Mitchie's constant talk about getting dresses. I wasn't against prom, I always went when I was in Tennessee, usually with a big group of friends, but now was different. Very different.

I don't know what to say, Nate face drops slowly, he must think my non- speaking is a sign I don't want to go. Do I? I think I do, I look past Nate for a moment and see Joe standing there. I look back at Nate and smile flirtatiously.

"Sure, I'll go to the prom with you Nate." I say loudly enough for Joe to hear. Nick grins at me and backs up. "Great I'll pick you up at 7:00."

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Oooooo. Sorry if you don't like the niley-ness. Gosh, I can't believe they are dating again! I'm happy, but sad that it kind of shows there is no chance of Moe, but a girl can dream. Oh and sorry I get sloppy at the end, I tend to do that but whatever.

Oh and I want you guys to tell me what should happen next or what you want to happen. I already have something planned but I want to know what you guys think! And you never know maybe I'll just put it in. :)

Have a great weekend my loves.

~Madison.