A/n: So now we meet more than just Nick and Miley :D Imagine everyone looking as they do now. So imagine Joe younger, like 18, but looking like he does now :] thanks, bro.

Oh and by David, I'm talking about David Henrie because I didn't know who else to pair Selena with and I do not want Justin Bieber in my fanfic.

Vamoosing Hearts

Chapter 2

Maybe I should explain my actions before I get too ahead of myself. You're all probably thinking something along the lines of "Wow… she's desperate for popularity," well… you're half right. To be honest, I just want my friend back. I know… I know… if he doesn't even remember me we must not have been great friends, right? Well, you're right. But this boy saved my life. And since we are being honest, well…ever since then I have been crushing on him… big time.

The first time I saw Nick lingering in the halls between first and second block my heart nearly popped out of my chest. He looked so… for lack of a better word, perfect. But then my eyes reluctantly focused on the girl his arm was draped over. And then they proceeded to just full on make out before class, which sent my insides running for my feet, and I stared at them like a freak until the bell rang. The next day I saw him with another girl, I different girl… and that's when my mind processed the fact that not only was he at the top of that food chain I was talking about earlier, but that he wasn't into commitment. At all… looking back I guess I should have remembered that.

Anyway.

No one noticed me. No one greeted me and made a big deal out of me being "the new kid". No one spoke to me at all, really… okay ever.

There are two high schools in my town. And depending on where you live is where you go to school. Remember how I told you that I moved into a different house? Yeah. Well to my dismay I moved across town. And remember the story I told you about the first time I met Nick? That's because he lived across town from me. Which brings me to now, new high school, new faces, only recognizing one person… who completely forgot about me.

How quickly we forget those friends from our past.

And each day after that, I would try my hardest to not let him see my face in case his memory somehow became jogged and then I'd have to talk to him. But when I saw him in his driveway and he'd needed my help, I did what I wanted to do, because regardless of how he might feel about me, I was still infatuated with him. Even if he'd morphed into some materialistic, popular prick.

What I hadn't expected was that he'd be grateful. And that he'd have the conscience enough to think that he'd owe me for helping him out.

If you guys didn't already pick up on it, let me help you out… well no. You can wait, after all, what I was about to tell you comes up later.

When I'd blurted out that he owed me and that I wanted him to let me into his clique for a month, he'd looked like I'd just shanked him in the ribs with a whittled down toothbrush.

God…was I that bad to be around?

"Come again?" He had asked, swallowing like he was trying to keep himself from puking.

"I could always call Ted back up and tell him to pretend that previous conversation didn't happen…" Making a move like I was going to call him back, I felt Nick grip my arm and pull me to a stop. The electric current that ran through my body at the contact made me feel weak in the knees. It was like I was on that metal slide all over again.

"Stop." His voice was so sure, gruff and authoritative and it made my heart flutter.

I'd turned and looked up into his eyes, trying my hardest to exude some sort of confidence. "So, do you want to cut a deal?"

"I don't even know what that means."

Taking a deep breath, I'd squared my shoulders and thought quickly. "One month. You hang out with me at school. Say hi in the hallways, walk with me to class?"

"That's it?" He'd looked skeptical. "You're not going to negotiate rides to and from school? Sitting with me at lunch?"

"Now that you mention it, that would work, too."

He'd huffed and looked stressed pulling at his hair and grumbling under his breath. I could see the gears in his head turning, debating on whether being seen with me would be Social Suicide, or if having no life would be worse.

"One month." It had come out so cold and defeated.

"Four measly little weeks of your life, Jonas."

His jaw was working overtime, knowing that I had him between a rock and a hard place. "Fine. Four weeks."

"Okay." I tried so hard to sound like I wasn't falling to pieces on the inside. "See you Monday morning at seven."

Nick closed his eyes and took a calming breath before opening them and glaring at me. "Seven it is."

"I live just-,"

"I know where you live," he interrupted knowingly and I nodded numbly with wide eyes. How, you might ask… well that question ran through my head for the rest of the day and have me the idea that maybe I wasn't as invisible as I thought I was. Maybe.

So as I sat on my stoop at six fifty eight, because Marissa and Patrick just can't seem to keep off of each other, I regretted the whole thing. But obviously not enough to call the deal off. He pulled into my driveway and I got up and took a deep breath before getting into his car.

"Why were you waiting outside?" He asked as he back out of my driveway. I could either be really honest or lie. So instead I mumbled something incoherent. He looked at me strangely and proceeded to drive.

Now I'll skip the ride to school because it was just silence. The whole ride.

When he pulled in the parking spot next to all of his friends he looked at me and sighed. "Ready?" He asked and I turned to him. What did I get myself into?

"No." I said truthfully and smirked at myself.

"This was your idea, Miley," he said and turned the car off before grabbing his backpack from the back seat as I hugged mine close to my chest.

"Everyone will stare at me." I chuckled at myself and my recent habits of talking the talk but not walking the walk.

Man up, Miley.

"People stare at us all the time. It's what you wanted, isn't it? Besides, I'm the one who'll be hounded with questions all day," he explained. Fortunately, he was right. It would be him getting the questions.

And so I sat there, debating on just skipping out and apologizing for the stupid deal or getting out and flaunting what I got. Well by the time I made my decision to hide out in the front seat of his car until the end of the day, my door was being opened. I was surprised to see Nick opening the door for me.

As soon as I stepped foot out of that car I could feel the eyes on me. I did my best to ignore them and I also did my best to keep the smile off my face once I felt his hand lightly touch my lower back, veering me away from his friends. Who happened to stare at the both of us like we each had three heads, but me having an additional five legs.

Should I replay what just happened there? He opened my door and put his hand on my waist. Acting like a gentleman wasn't part of the deal. Because really underneath that cocky ego is that ten year old boy who dragged me out of his back yard in the rain, saving my life.

"I need to stop at my locker," I told him cautiously and heard him sigh. "You could just meet me there before the bell, I guess…"

"And what would be the point in that?" He replied harshly, moving his hand to open the door. I tried not to show disappointment. He walked with me to my locker and waited impatiently as I took my sweet time.

Listen, if I save your ass and you feel like you owe me, then you owe me.

"What's your first class," he asked, leaning up against my neighboring locker, giving nods to those who acknowledged him and ignoring the questioning glances. I sighed at his idiotic question. If I wasn't invisible to him he probably would have answered it by himself.

"Well," I said and slammed my locker shut, he turned his face to me and I smirked, "that was a silly question."

"Why? I'm supposed to walk you aren't I?" Apparently, he didn't really pay attention to his classmates.

"We have first block together, smart ass," I shrugged and smiled at him sarcastically. His eyebrows rose in realization and his lips mouth 'oh' before he looked at me apologetically.

Can someone explain to me how after 6 months of having a class you still don't know who is in that class? Or maybe he did know I was there, he just didn't know I was there.

The bell rang and I slammed my locker. "S'okay. Happens all the time…" I said slowly as we began walking to chemisty.

And then the most ironic thing happened. Who would ever think Nick and I would become lab partners? Well, I sure didn't and by the look of his face when our teacher said "Nick, you're now with Miley," neither did he.

I realized a few minutes afterward that he liked the idea. It gave him the excuse to start hanging out with me.

Which is why I hated the idea. It made it seem like he was only hanging out with me because we were lab partners.

Well… what did I really expect? You know?

Lunch came around quicker than ever. And people stared at me as I took a seat next to Nick like I went from eating in the corner of the library to the most untouchable table in the school. Well for their information I sat at a table before blackmailing Nick into being my friend. It might not have been the coolest table in the caf, but are the tables next to the garbage cans ever cool? No. In fact they stink. In a literal and non-literal sense. Sitting next to a girl who can't keep her finger out of her nose and a boy who hasn't heard of Selsun Blue is not my or anyone's idea of a cool table.

So based on that, can you imagine the looks I was getting from his friends? I guess he had enough of ignoring four of them staring me and then him, shifting their eyes back and forth because he sighed put his sandwich down and I saw him staring at me in the corner of my eye.

"Guys this is Miley. She's new and I thought she could use some friends," Pfft. New 6 months ago. They all nodded slowly as he started introducing me to his friends, though I already knew who they all were.

The first girl, sitting on his right, was Demi. She has wavy, dark, brown hair and is simply the most gorgeous girl in the school, no doubt. Next to her was Joe, tall, dark and handsome. Definitely Italian. From what I know he and Demi have had an on and off relationship since freshmen year, but despite the off parts, they are madly in love. Next to Joe was David. Tall, short hair, kinda cute. He was with Selena, who was sitting next to him and me. She was really pretty, too. Long brown hair and kind of Latina looking.

I know I'm not ugly. But the way I saw myself was that I was not a Demi and I was not a Selena. I was a nobody.

After Nick had introduced me to them I was surprised at how friendly they all were. They didn't glare at me for filling an extra spot at their circle table. They didn't look at me strangely. They moved into their own conversations, like any typical lunch. By the end of the lunch hour Demi and Selena were already planning a girls' night with me. At the time I didn't know why it felt so nice to be talked to between the hours of 7:30 and 2:00. I figured it was because nobody but teachers had conversed with me during those times and it felt good to be welcomed and talked to.

But later on I realized that it went much deeper than that… but I'll have to get back to you with that one.