A/n: I don't hate Nicole Anderson or Samantha Barks… but I couldn't think of anyone else he was rumored to be dating irl and I suck at coming up with fiction characters… so forgive me for their bad reputations I give them if you like them.

Vamoosing Hearts

Chapter 3

I feel compelled to tell you to get a sandwich or something because this isn't going to be quick. But, then I remember that half of you are probably reading stories with three hundred chapters to them and the rest of you are probably watching 'How I Met Your Mother' and I don't feel so bad about making sure that you see the entire story as it was before you see the ending as it is.

So, where was I?

Oh, right. School.

"Are you lost?"

I look up at Samantha Barks, who is sneering at me like I'm lice in her stringy hair.

"What?" I ask quietly.

Nick slams his hand down on the table and slumps down in the chair to my left. "What's the problem, Samantha?"

"She's sitting at our table," she huffed. Her eyes darted to the left and she snickered. "Weirdos sit over there."

Nick looked at her and blinked once. "Then I guess you should head that way, shouldn't you."

It isn't a question. It is a directive and she…complied.

"Oh my god," I breathed in awe. "What a lemming."

He muttered in agreement. They all muttered in agreement. It left me confused for a little bit. But then I realized that none of them really liked her. She was just some annoying tagalong who couldn't get it through her head that she's not wanted. Ha! Like I should have been talking, right?

After dragging his feet along side of me to my last class, Nick said that he would meet me at his car at the end of the day because he had to stop at the athletic office for some baseball related reason.

So before I get ahead of myself, I should introduce you to Nick's … well there's no nice way to say it so forgive me. Whore. Nick's whore. Wait, wait! No… his old whore. He ditched her some time ago. But remember I told you the first time I saw him at school he was mackin' on some girl? Well that girl was Nicole Anderson.

Anyway.

I was leaning against Nick's car, waiting patiently, talking to Demi, whose car was next to Nick's. To be honest I didn't think she'd be this nice and chill. She always came off kind of bitchy and stuck up because she has the voice of an angel. And that is why you don't judge a book by its cover, people. Demi was really sweet. She talked to me like we've been friends for a long time.

"I'm having a party Saturday night, you should go with Nick." Demi said and I slightly smiled at the demanding invitation and nodded.

"Maybe," I said, knowing Nick wouldn't allow it. So I was on the fence for a bit.

"Sweet. Well, I better get going if I wanna beat the busses. You should text Nick and tell him to hurry up," she told me. I nodded, acting like I would actually do that. But I couldn't because I didn't know his number.

The next thing happened so quickly, I'm surprised I remembered it at all. I'll put it in slo mo for y'all.

Demi got into her car. She checked her mirrors. She backed up. Slowly. Nicole was putting on lip gloss. In her car. Demi saw Nicole and stopped. But Nicole failed to see Demi. Nicole kept going and hit Demi's car.

I watched in awe as the scene played before my eyes. Demi got out of her car angrily, slamming her door shut. She looked at the damage and sighed gratefully because there was no damage… to her car. Nicole needed a new headlight though.

"Do you see what you did to my car, Lovato!" Nicole screeched after she saw the damage. Demi smirked and rolled her eyes before giving Nicole the deadliest stare I have ever seen.

If looks could kill Nicole would have dropped dead.

"Look here, Anderson. You hit me. Therefore, you did that to your car. Not me," she said bitterly and a crowd started to gather around the cars, watching them feud.

I really wanted some buttery popcorn for the show I was about to see, but I had to hold off on the theatrics.

"Just because you're screwing my best friend, doesn't mean you can screw with me," Demi glared at Nicole and her jaw dropped at Demi's words.

And that's when I knew that Demi and I would be great friends. Boy, did I judge her.

Everyone circling around them oooh'd at what Demi said and I couldn't help but laugh, too.

"Just give me your insurance card or whatever so you can pay for this damage," Nicole demanded and Demi glared at her before shaking her head.

"Fuck no. You hit me!" She exclaimed and Nicole rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Miley, you saw the whole thing, she hit me, right?" Demi turned to me and my eyes went wide and I opened my mouth but no words came out. I shrugged unknowingly and Nicole looked at me confused while Demi looked at me with a pleading look.

"She hit you?" I said as more of a question and Demi' face broke out into a wide smile before turning back to Nicole and she raised her eyebrows at her, happy she had backup.

Next thing I know Nicole was coming at me like we're on Jersey Shore or some MTV reality show.

"Who are you?" She asked, putting her hands on her hips and raising her eyebrows.

"Mi-," Demi interrupted me before I could finish saying my name.

"That's Miley. Your new competition for Nick," she smirked. Whoa what? No, no, no, I thought to myself. I felt my eyes widen and jaw go slack. Nicole turned back to me and her face showed realization.

"Ooooh. You're that chick who's been hanging with my Nick all day." Her Nick? Ha! "Well listen here, missy. Nick is mine. You better keep your hands to yourself. You've stepped onto some very dangerous territory," she threatened and I stared at her with a blank expression.

"Yours? Dude, Nicole, wake up! The guy has not called you back for a week straight and not only that but he has ignored you. He's not interested anymore!" Demi exclaimed but Nicole just rolled her eyes and ignored her, clenching her teeth.

"I'm not… dating Nick," I explained hesitantly and she smirked and rolled her eyes.

"Of course you're not. Nick doesn't date. He hooks up." Don't judge Nick based on that. I later found out that they only really hooked up once. She's just a slut.

"Watch it, Mikayla," her voice was snotty and I scrunched my face up and rolled my eyes.

"It's Miley."

"Yeah, whatever. I assume Nick is giving you a ride home, or else you wouldn't be loitering by his car. So tell him to call me," she said and turned around. The crowd had cleared out and Nicole got in her car and drove off without another word.

"She's a real bitch isn't she?" Demi said and I laughed once. That was an understatement.

"Yeah... she's uh… something," I said, just as I saw Nick coming.

"I apologize for telling her that you were her new competition. I didn't know you and Nick were really just friends," Demi told me and I nodded once.

"Why's that?" I asked and she sighed.

"Selena and I are his only real girl friends, you know? He's not really open to other girls. Selena and I are just different because we've been friends with him since forever, along with Joe and David." When she told me this, it was the first bit of information I got on him that proved his commitment issues. But I didn't take it as a hint. And I really should have.

You'll probably witness a lot of my regret here and there from this point on.

"Sorry, it took longer than I thought," Nick said to me once he got to the car. He smiled at Demi as she backed out and she waved at him.

"It's okay," I told him and got in the front seat once he unlocked the door.

This time around the car ride went… better?. There was some conversing going on… it was nice…?

"There's a party at Demi's Saturday night…" I trailed off and he gawked at me like I lost my damn mind.

"Saturdays aren't part of the deal."

"It will be more believable."

He waited.

"She invited me," I continued.

"Fine," he groaned, "Whatever."

He pulled into my driveway and I smiled as I saw no one was home.

"I'll see you tomorrow," I said slowly and stepped out of his car as he muttered something to himself. I walked up to my front door and turned the handle. Locked.

Then I realized I was a complete dumbass.

I dug through my bag for my key when I felt that it wasn't in my pockets. And it was nowhere to be found.

Nick was still parked in my driveway. He probably watched and laughed his ass off as I tore my bag apart in search of that damn key.

Nowhere.

I sighed and looked over reluctantly to see him still sitting there. Dude, go away! Let me suffer in silence at the fact that I locked myself out of my house.

A few more seconds went by as I stood there lamely, staring at my house, when I heard his car turn off, the sound of his door opening and closing and finally his voice a few feet from me.

"Do you always stand and admire your house when you get home from school or did you forget your key?" My back was turned to him so I allowed my smile to make an appearance until I turned around. He was standing right before the first step.

"I just like to admire it, you know? I mean why enjoy the inside as much as the outside?" Sarcasm, people.

"Good question," he'd said, I couldn't tell if it was a joke or not, but he then sighed when I didn't make a move. "You can't break in somewhere?" I rolled my eyes.

"I would have done it already," I told him and he looked down and sighed heavily. I could tell what he was about to do next was the last thing he'd ever want to do.

Which is why he didn't invite me back to his house until my dad or sister got home.

"Well you can't come to my house," he said rudely and I scrunched my face up and scoffed. Don't be so cocky, Nicholas.

"I wasn't planning on it," I told him and turned back to facing my front door. I sighed and plopped down on the bench outside my house.

"You're obviously not going to help me out, so you can leave now," I said and shrugged and turned away. He took about five steps and then paused and walked back to my porch.

"I can't just leave you here," he said and I rolled my eyes.

"In other words, if you were to drive by and see me struggling to get in my house, you'd pull into my driveway and try and help me?" I challenged, knowing exactly what his answer would be. It took him a second, but he eventually said it.

"No." Nicholas Jonas everybody!

"Then just go…" I laughed lightly, "I'm fine, really." I said truthfully. I was fine… it was not the first time I locked myself out of my house.

He left without further words.

Let's fast forward to Saturday night. I'd hate to bore you with bland details.

I closed my eyes and listen to the music screaming through my speakers and focus on getting mentally prepared to be in a room full of people that only a week ago didn't know I existed.

Now people knew my name. And they thought that I was actually friends…if not more…with Nick freaking Jonas.

We'd eaten lunch together all week. He'd driven me to and from school. Walked me down the hall to classes.

And now he was about to pick me up like we were going on a date. Though, we both knew that wasn't the case.

My eyes were still closed as the music slips seductively around my frame.

I didn't even notice the creaking of my door or the slight breeze that rolls in unexpectedly. But, my music is turned off abruptly and I was face to face with Jonas, staring at me in a weird way from my stereo.

"I take it you didn't hear me knocking because of the concert going on up here," he nodded towards the window. "Next time I'll just use the window, Miss Oblivious."

"How are you so popular?" I asked, bewildered, "You're really just a huge jerk." I wondered exactly when that transformation happened.

"That, dearest Miley, might just be why I'm so popular. Ever think of that?"

What a horrible truth.

He glanced me over me once and shakes his head, "Is that what you're wearing?"

"Please don't make me wear this as only a dress," I plead. The dress was over a pair of jeans and looked fine in my opinion.

"It's fine. I'm kidding with you. You look nice." He shrugged and ggave me a smile.

He, of course, looked like perfection from a spray can. His hair was perfectly imperfect; he was wearing this amazing brown leather jacket and blue t-shirt with expensive jeans. And it was just so effortless for him that it made me a little angry.

"Come along," he sighed, crossing to me and planting his arm around my waist.

Oh…dear God. We were in my room and I could seriously throw him down on my bed and have my way with him. But that would make me a whore. Or a pimp. I'm not quite sure since money hasn't changed hands. I steadied my breath because he was touching me and I was cross eyed because of it.

Demi's house is just as palatial as Nick's, and I had to take a lung full of air to get myself out of the car. Nick veered off as soon as we hit the door and I was left alone momentarily, which shook me to my core.

"Hey, Joe," I called and waved at him.

Instantly he's in my face. "Miley! You came?"

I scrunched my face up in embarrassment. "Yeah."

"With Nick?"

"Well, we came together. I mean, he picked me up. We were in the same car," I finished lamely.

Nick appeared by my side and handed me a red Solo cup. "What is this?" I asked taking a sniff.

"Punch."

Joe laughed heartily and clinked my glass with his own. "Welcome, Miley." He turned to find Demi and I looked up at Nick cautiously.

"People seem to be buying it."

He nodded and gave me a wink. "Who would have thought, huh?"

I hold the concoction in my hands, unsure of whether I wanted to partake or not.

I smiled a little. "You'll have to forgive my social awkwardness. I haven't been on many dates or to parties. Okay…I've never been on a date or to a party." I laughed and took a drink of the liquid floating in the cup. It burned and I stuck my tongue out as I pulled the cup away from my face. "Who put fingernail polish remover in the punch?" I wheezed

Nick laughed and pulls me to his side and I swear he kissed the top of my head. This only makes me more nervous and I chugged the rest of the punch quickly to settle my nerves.

A strange numbness began in my head and things were a little fuzzy. For some insane reason, whatever Joe and David were doing, I acted like it was the funniest thing I think I have ever seen in my life and I was laughing hysterically.

Nick took my cup and shook his head, muttering under his breath. "Lightweight," he sighed. "Have you never had a drink before?"

"Not liquor," I said with a grin. "I like it."

His eyebrows rose and he nodded. "Yeah. Sounds like you do."

There was a fleeting thought that I should have eaten some dinner before I came, but it ran off as soon as I saw the punch bowl and talked myself into a refill. Another Solo cup later and I was curled up against the woofer, giggling at the vibrations from the bass booming through the room. It was making me feel hot and ridiculously turned on, and I really, really like it.

Selena and Demi were talking off to my side and that Samantha Barks bitch was giving me the perpetual stink eye, but I really didn't care at the moment.

"So, like…how did you get Nick to hang out with you?" Samantha practically yelled at me.

I pursed my lips and stretched my legs out a little while I adjusted myself into a more comfortable position. "I blackmailed him."

"I knew it!" She looked so pleased with herself.

"You're an idiot," Selena snarled at her. "Like Nick could be bribed."

"You trying to get him to screw you? Because I don't think he's into virgins," Samantha cackled.

And this is where I start laughing like an idiot, too. Leaning forward, I shake my head like she's a moron. "Then we're okay. 'Cuz I haven't been a virgin since I was fifteen."

"What?" Demi was next to me in a flash. "Please, do tell…"

I sighed and leaned back against the speaker. I knew it was gonna be a loooooong night. But I didn't give a fuck because my plan was working.

And we were only a week in.

Q: Did you ever forget that best friend you had when you were younger?