A/n: I don't have a hidden talent. I'm not that awesome.

Vamoosing Hearts

Chapter 6

I have decided to take you guys on a slight detour. When looking back on the past events I realized that the things going on with other students were a key factor in the story of Nick and me. I tried to tell as little as possible on other students, but I am coming to the conclusion that what was said in the hallways only encouraged the main event.

After having a rather adventurous weekend, I'd forgotten that Nick and I, as lab partners, had a lab report to write. He obviously forgot, too, unless that's why he was running late. But I doubted it.

I heard his car pull into my driveway and ran out the front door.

"You're late," I said to him as I got in the car and he rolled his eyes.

"I overslept a little bit, calm down," he explained and backed out of my driveway. He gunned it to the end of the road and turned sharply, barely stopping.

"Holy shit! Are you trying to kill us? Why the lead foot, Speedy Gonzales?" I exclaimed and he glanced at me briefly, before barely slowing down.

"Your greeting gave me the impression you didn't want to be late for school. I thought I'd speed things up, cars can do that you know," he said innocently and I looked at him incredulously.

"Oh really?" I exclaimed sarcastically, "You know the police have these bright red and blue blinking lights and even sirens! They slow cars down, police can do that you know," I said and he sighed and went slower. Still over the speed limit, but slow enough to not make me grasp the door handle, holding on for dear life.

"You know we have a lab report due today," I said after some silence and he tsked and shook his head.

"So this is what I get for being partnered with a party girl…" he joked and I laughed lightly. "Don't worry, we'll just hand it in late," he said.

"I have never handed anything in late in my entire life." I said and instantly regretted it once I realized how lame it sounded.

"Goody two-shoes. Just two days."

"Ugh, fine. We'll hand it in two days late! Well, I guess it's better than being 10 days late with a positive pregnancy test as the end result, right?" I smirked and he glanced at me and let out a chuckle then turned back to the road.

"Right."

When we pulled into the parking lot that Monday (about five minutes before the bell), there were no stares. No gawking. No whispering. It was like it was natural for him to be driving me to school. As if he was doing it all year. That's when I realized that by me attending Demi's party, word got around that Nick and I were a thing. Though we weren't. It was just what people assumed, of course. People hear things and it becomes a big ass game of telephone. While walking through the halls that day I actually heard something along the lines of, "Nick and that new girl Miley hooked up at the party… like all the way," ha! Silly little gossipers.

You would think that it would bother me that people were talking about me, encouraging false stories… but to be honest, I loved it.

I loved that people knew my name. I loved that people I didn't know waved and smiled at me in the hallway.

One week. That was all it took for me to go from the bottom of that "lovely" food chain to the very top. And I was loving it.

"So when should we get together to do this lab report thingy?" Nick asked as we walked to class, being the last two in the hallway.

"I can't tonight… my sister's fiancée's parents are coming over for dinner, so how about tomorrow night, two days tops, remember?" I reminded him and he sighed.

"Sorry. My dad and I are going to a car show tomorrow after school," he said.

"Ooh, a car show, not an art show, eh?" I teased.

"Shut up," he mumbled.

I sighed. "How about you do half tonight and e-mail it to me and then I'll do the other half tomorrow," I suggested and he nodded.

"Sounds good," he said and when we got to our class he opened the door for me.

I always remember the littlest gestures.

At lunch Demi and Selena dragged me into the bathroom and bombarded me with questions on what happened once Nick and I left Demi's. I'm surprised they even remembered when we left and that we left together, considering how shitfaced they were. To be honest, I'm surprised I remember the events from that night.

"So, did you guys hook up?"

"Did you like it?"

"Was he nice about it? He better have been nice!"

They tossed questions back and forth, not giving me a chance to answer.

"Whoa! Whoa! What?" I exclaimed and they shut up and stared at me, waiting for answers. "Guys, we didn't…" I shook my head and they both raised their eyebrows in surprise then shared a glance. "What?" I asked and Demi turned to face the mirror and fixed her hair.

"Oh nothing," Demi clearly lied and Selena avoided eye contact.

"Just friggen tell me." I demanded and Selena looked under all the stalls to check there was no one in there but us and then they pulled me into the corner.

"We're just… surprised, is all," Demi said and I rolled my eyes.

"Look, I know what people are saying. But, don't you guys know not to listen to-," I was cut off suddenly by Selena.

"No, no. We don't listen to gossip. It's a waste of time. We're just surprised because well…" she looked at Demi for help and Demi sighed.

"Look, you're new," as if, "so we understand you don't really know the Nick most people know," Because I know a better, nicer one, I thought to myself. "He's not known for long-term relationships. He's not even known for two week relationships… he's just a DTF kinda guy."

"DTF?" I questioned and they both kind of chuckled. Yeah, I got the Jersey Shore lingo; I was just praying it didn't mean the same thing.

"Down to fuck." Demi told me, almost sympathetically, "and it usually just takes the first 'date' or party," she used finger quotes and I nodded swallowed hard.

It was then that I realized the meaning of our make out session and the fact that he said we were going to "have fun the next three weeks" and all the stuff about how far I was willing to go to be popular. So, unfortunately, the idea planted in my head that he was only doing this to get inside my pants. He was using me as his little release machine… while I was using him to become popular. In theory, it was a win, win situation.

But don't freak out at Nick suddenly, because I'm gonna spoil it for you now and tell you that what I had thought was completely and utterly wrong. He was not using me for sex or anything sexual. It was just what I had assumed after the little bathroom chat. And I was stupid to take it to mere extremes considering I was blackmailing the shit outta him. I was so hypocritical. I can't stand to think back on it.

"But we just wanna let you know that we think you're different. We don't usually befriend Nick's… lady friends. But we actually like you and you guys still haven't fucked! So it's fair to say you should be around for a while," Selena informed me and I laughed nervously. If three weeks is a while… I thought.

When we go back to the table Nick looked really pissed off. Like fired up. I sat next to him and looked at him concerned.

"You alright, buddy?" I asked and he looked at me abruptly then took my face into his hands and kissed me fiercely. His soft lips were pressed hard against my own and my eyes fluttered shut. I forgot we were surrounded by people and almost got caught in the moment as he moved his hand through my hair and our lips worked against each other. It was powerful and demanding, desperate and breathtaking all at once. But it only lasted about three seconds before he pulled away, gently biting my bottom lip. I didn't realize my hand was grasping the table as roughly as it was until I felt his hand cover it. I slowly opened my eyes and stared at him confused.

He placed his forehead against mine. His eyes were staring intently into mine and he licked his lips before speaking; our eyes still connected.

"You may own my ass for the next three weeks, Miley. But that means one other thing."

"What?" I asked, barely audibly.

"That means that for the next three weeks you're mine. Period. No one else touches you…"

"Of course not."

"Good." He leaned away from me after skimming his lips across mine one last time. I felt like I had gotten the wind knocked out of me. He was so fucking breathtaking.

I glanced at the others at the table who seemed to be engaged in their own conversations, but the way they were acting made it obvious they saw our kiss.

By now people were used to my sitting at the "popular" table. It became natural and they seemed to accept it. All but one girl who just couldn't let Nick go.

"Hey Nicky," Nicole invited herself to the table, pulling up a chair right between Nick and I and pushing me over, rather rudely.

"Don't call me that," he stated, clearly uninterested, not even looking at her and I couldn't help but smirk. Everyone at the table got quiet and focused their attention on them.

"You used to love when I called you that," she enticed and let her fingers crawl up his arm slowly. He pushed her hand down and continued to eat. I bit my lip and watched as she scoffed.

"What's your problem lately? Why are you talking to this nobody?" She glanced at me and rolled her eyes. "What, are you sleeping with her? I heard you hooked up at Demi's party."

"Maybe we did, Nicole! But that's not why I'm not interested in you anymore," he exclaimed and her jaw dropped, "to be honest I lost interest the second you opened your mouth," he finished and laughed a little bit, throwing in that jackass smirk of his as he leaned back comfortably in his chair and crossed his arms.

Nicole stiffened in her seat and I kind of felt bad for a second. He basically admitted to her that he had sex with her just because she was hot, not because he liked her. I hated that part of him. I really, really hated how easy being a dick came to him. Nicole wasn't my favorite person but no girl deserves to be treated like that.

"Jackass," she stated and stood up, kicking her chair back then slapping the smug look right off his face. No literally.

She slapped him clear across the cheek and strutted her way through the cafeteria and out the exit.

My hand went straight to my mouth to try and refrain from laughing because let's be honest, that was one of the funniest things I have ever seen. David and Joe guffawed loudly and Demi's and Selena's jaws dropped and they gasped.

"Fucking bitch," Demi muttered and rolled her eyes.

"Shut up," Nick glared at David and Joe and they just shook their heads and laughed more. He looked at me and saw I was trying not to laugh and sighed. "It's not funny."

"Oh, but it is," I insisted and he shook his head.

"I did nothing to deserve that," he said and then I really laughed. I looked at him incredulously before speaking.

"You did too deserve that! You were being an ass," I said seriously and then got up and walked away. I just needed to get away from that side of him before my hand left a red mark on his face, too.

At the end of the day we drove to my house in silence. I was contemplating on whether to ask about the whole DTF thing or not…

"Can I ask you a question?" I asked Nick as he pulled into my driveway.

"I suppose, but only if you invite me inside," he said and looked to me for an answer. I nodded numbly and he shut the car off and followed me inside and up to my room.

I shut my door even though no one else was home, just in case someone happened to come home.

"Nice room," he said and looked closely at the picture frames with pictures of me with my family and from when I was younger. "So about that question…?" He sat down on my bed and I nervously paced back and forth in front of him.

Nick Jonas was in my fucking room, God dammit!

I took a deep breath. "Are you really attracted to me or are you just taking advantage of the fact that you have a girl who is willing to let you do anything to her for the next three weeks…?"

He looked at me kind of taken back and sighed, "You remember all of that conversation the other night?" I nodded and crossed my arms, waiting for him to answer me. "You… remind me of someone…" he paused and sighed, "and I guess I would have to say that that attracts me to you… a lot." I nodded numbly, wondering why the hell he remembers me but not as me. It drove me insane and I just wanted to tell him who I was but I knew that would change everything.

"You're so beautiful, Miley," he said breathlessly and I froze. "I mean of course I'm attracted to you." I blushed and sat down next to him. "Face it, Miles, you're hot," he said and allowed his eyes to graze me from head to toe. "Unfortunately, I'm not the only guy who thinks so…" he trailed off and I looked at him confused. "Uhh, Hemsworth and Gaston have made it visible to me that they're interested in you," he explained and I nodded once then looked at him again.

"Who?"

"Just some big idiots on the baseball team." I nodded again and sighed.

"So that's why you claimed me as yours today at lunch, something happened when I was gone?" He nodded and laughed lightly.

"Er, yeah."

"You got jealous?" I assumed and he bit his lip.

"Not jealous, protective." Sure.

"You feel protective of me?" I asked shyly and he looked into my eyes and inched a little closer to me.

"Is that okay?" He breathed and my mind fogged up because he had that weird effect on me. I couldn't even open my mouth to answer him, let alone try and talk. He had me under some weird ass spell. The Nick Jonas charm. So I nodded after breathing out a gust of air.

"I really wanna kiss you," he said and smiled gently.

"Nick…I'm…" I began to tell him the truth when he moved in to close the gap; He groaned and sighed, before touching my lips with his own in a hot, open mouthed kiss. I ran my hand down his chest and pulled him closer to me by his shirt. He took my face in his hands and then ran them throughout my hair.

I was in heaven. I wasn't even drunk and I wasn't freaking out, it was a miracle.

"You don't have to…" I gasped out when his mouth pulled away from mine.

"I know," he murmured. "I just can't…not…I don't know…" He kissed me again, pulling on my lower lip with his teeth and strengthening his grip on my face.

My mind was reeling with his cryptic words.

I'm going to try and not be shy about this stuff anymore considering this won't be the last time I have to tell you about our… intimacy.

Next thing I know, I'm straddling his lap, kneeling on the bed, slightly towering over him and tugging at his hair as we kissed furiously. He ran his hands down my sides, landing on my hips, pulling me closer to him.

"You're warm," he mumbled against my lips. "And so damn soft." His voice was filled with wonder and I'm fighting to remember every touch he applied to my body. It was so incredibly different than No Name, remember him? This was not the same at all…Nick's touch was claiming my body, making me hot and flushed with desire, filled with a need I've never felt before.

His tongue rolled out of his mouth, in between my willing lips and I mimicked the movement, moaning softly into his mouth while his hands continued their descent down my back. His face shifted and he made this massively sexy grunting sound under my ear that caused my eyes to roll into the back of my head.

I could feel his hands on my sides and he tensed all of a sudden, resting his forehead against the crook of my neck. He was breathing raggedly as he looked down to where his hands had settled just under my breasts.

Nick let out this desperate sounding air from his lungs as he leaned away, continuing to stare at his hands on my chest. He looked like he was in some sort of physical pain, his eyebrows knitted together and lips pulled between his teeth. His eyes were glazed over and unfocused as his hands finally journeyed upwards and his thumbs brushed across the underside of them.

The whimper that escaped from my mouth surprised me. I've never had a reaction like that before.

He moved his hands lower and slipped them under my shirt. He attached our lips once more as his hands slid to my upper back and easily undid the clasp of my bra. I was too into it to realize just how easily he did that. Lots of practice, Jonas?

So once he did that he lifted my shirt over my head and I slid my bra off fully. Completely exposing myself to him. And wow I was acting calm but in truth? I was shitting my pants. I initially went to cover myself but he gently pushed my arms away and allowed his hands to replace them.

The situation in a nutshell: Nick was feeling me up as we made out on my bed and I grinded my hips into him recklessly.

I had no control around him and I mentally kicked myself for acting so fucking easy.

It became too much. I couldn't control myself anymore and I fisted his hair hard, yanking his head away from the intense pleasure that he was creating and pushed his hands down. "If you keep doing that, I won't be able to stop you," I barely got out of my mouth. "And I've dreamt of this for too long to be able to say no."

"What?" He asked, his eyes opening fully to gage my honesty.

"Huh?" I retorted, unsure of whether or not he even heard what I initially stated.

"I didn't hear what you said."

"I said we should stop I have company coming over," I whispered, looking away.

"Jesus," he breathed, raking his fingers through his hair. "I can't think when I'm around you."

"I know the feeling."

He nodded his head and I shifted off of him and quickly put my shirt and bra back on. He stood up and that was when I noticed the bulge in his jeans. "Holy shit…" I gasped.

Classy, right? I speak without thinking. Sue me.

Nick laughed slightly and moved his arm to block it. I lifted a hand to stop him and stared in awe at the massive bulge.

"I did that?" I asked in amazement.

He let out a weird huffing sound and shook his head. "Umm, yeah."

"Does it hurt?" I asked, finally looking to his face and standing up in front of him.

"Yes…" He responded like I was a child.

Without thinking, I palmed it through his jeans.

"Miley," he warned.

"Does this feel good?" I asked and made a pass over it again.

"Yes. So…like you said. We should stop."

His hand dipped below the waistband and he adjusted himself carefully. I watched unabashedly, wondering if I'd ever get to really see it. Oh my god, that didn't sound that nerdy in my head. Wow… I was… wow… a loser.

"So…I'll go, then…"

I didn't move since I'm unsure of what to do. "Okay."

He licked his lips and stepped towards me, bending to kiss my cheek, but he missed and hit the side of my mouth instead. There is a hesitation before I turned my face and kiss his lips softly. But something happened. To this day I still don't know what, but it was definitely a turning point. My knees suddenly felt weak and I gasped and pulled back at the sudden spark that erupted between us.

"You feel it too," he breathed and lifted my face to gaze into his eyes.

"Yeah…that was intense." He lifted our hands and stared at our fingers, wrapped around each other's. Silently, he brought them to his lips and gave them a gentle kiss. "Are you okay… I wasn't planning on any of that… I swear," He asked.

"Yeah."

"I mean, technically you're my girlfriend, right?" He smiled a little and kissed my hand again.

"Right."

"So, this isn't weird," he stated.

"No…that was weird. But I get what you're saying, Nick. This was okay. I was in it, too. Kinda instigated some. Relax."

His frame does relax and he drops my hand and runs his through his hair. "Bye," he said and I waved as he turned and walked to my door.

"Nick?" I called quietly.

He turned to look at me instead of answering.

"Do you want to come over and have dinner with us this week?"

Nick's face kind of scrunched up. "If I come over and you introduce me as your boyfriend, it could end really badly in a few weeks when this is over."

"Oh. Right. Of course, you're right. Too much collateral damage," I agreed and he nodded mutely, his lips pressed in between his lips as he opened the door and walked out.

For a moment I had forgotten that this was all a game.

I looked out my window and watched as he pulled out of my driveway and drove away. I still remember the empty feeling I felt once he was gone. I felt lonely. For the first time in my life I felt alone. Because I had actually fallen in love with Nick Jonas and once I realized that, his absence hurt more than the fact that I knew he didn't feel at all the same.

So do you remember in the very beginning when I told you about the two people this story was about?

One who thought it was impossible to love.

And one who thought it was impossible to be loved.

Can you guess which one I am?

Q: How far would you go with Nick Jonas? ;D