A/n: Can't Buy Me Love was on abc family over the weekend. I watched it xD God, I love Patrick Dempsey lookin all young..

Vamoosing Hearts

Chapter 9

You might be thinking you have no idea what Nick's issue is… but you see, I already told you… more than once. Now you can probably figure out the main basis.

Nick doesn't love anyone or anything.

Okay?

But there is so much behind that. I can't go off track and tell you about it now, because trust me… it does come up again. I wish I told you this about him before we started, well I did, I just didn't tell you exactly. So for any of you that judged him in anyway because of how he treated me or even more important… other girls… it's because he doesn't know how to love. It's why he doesn't do commitment. It's why he was extremely honest with Nicole the other day about how he didn't like her at all.

Did I just give too much info?

"No." He stated and I slumped my shoulders.

I asked again. "Please stay for dinner." He shook his head.

"No."

"Ugh, we're eating dinner, Nick! We're not getting married!" My stomach did cartwheels at the imagery in my mind.

"Miley, please." He said aggravated, trying to end the conversation and standing up. I remained kneeling next to his feet and looked up at him.

"It's a Friday night, we both have no plans… you really wanna sit home and be bored by yourself?" I asked and stood up to face him.

"No, you should come over," he said and I scoffed.

"No… I shouldn't." He looked at me questioningly and I explained, "No offence Nick, but your house is kinda boring. I'm sorry that no one is ever home and you want some company, but it's nice to interact with other people."

"Who are you to talk?" He exclaimed, "It's not like we're hanging out with your dad or sister whenever I'm here!"

"Because you never want to, Nick!" I nearly shouted, poking his chest hard with my index finger as an emphasis on the 'you'.

His next words came out quickly. "Because we're not really dating, Miley!" He shouted, throwing his hands up. I didn't show the pain that inflicted on me.

"Well obviously, Nick, but that doesn't mean we can't be friends after all of this… you communicate with your friends' parents, right?" I sighed and he looked down then back at me.

"I have to go… but call me if you want me to come over later tonight," he said and looked awkward. I bit my tongue to stop from calling him out on changing the subject and ignoring the question. I just let it go…. For now.

"Fine. Bye… you can walk yourself out." I said coldly and he turned around without another word as I closed the door behind him.

I sighed angrily and started folding the clothes on my bed. After about a minute I glanced out my window and saw his car was still in my driveway… I walked to my door and opened it to find Nick standing there hesitantly.

"I'm sorry," he said breathed out quickly and suddenly his lips were colliding with my own in a deep kiss.

The whole thing was becoming so… physical. But in that moment, I didn't care. In one way or another he wanted me. And I wanted him.

What happened that afternoon isn't so important where I need to go into detail. Nothing that we didn't do in the past two days happened, of course.

He didn't stay for dinner. But he did come back later that night… just to sleep. It kind of became a routine. He would sneak in once my dad went to bed and we'd just sleep. I felt like it would be weird any other way… like I wouldn't be able to sleep knowing he wasn't there next to me.

Monday night we ended up in an interesting conversation in his room…

"I can't be… just friends with you, Miley. I'm in too deep and in way over my head," Nick said tiredly and I didn't really know what that meant… could he just come out and tell me what he's feeling? No, of course not. Then his name wouldn't be Nick Jonas.

"But you can't be in a relationship with me either… because we both know that's not your thing," I said and he nodded slowly. "Can we clear some things up, Nick? I feel like we're on different pages."

"I don't… like you like that," he sounded honest and I nodded. There was my answer. That's all I needed to know. Once the next two weeks were over… that was it. The whole charade would be done with and we would… well I didn't know what we would be.

"Okay," I said taking a deep breath, hoping he didn't notice the fact that I didn't say the same thing. "So once this is over… where do we go from there?"

"Gee, I don't know Miley. This was your idea, not mine." He said and I rolled my eyes and plopped down on his bed.

"Well I think you should know that once this whole thing is over, no more making out… no more… any of that," I told him and his eyes were burning a whole into me. When he didn't speak, I explained more. "I'm not gonna be one of those girls you take home to your guest house or whatever, that's not me," I said and he nodded once, sitting down next to me.

"Okay, well… I don't really wanna think about when this is over… so let's just have fun while we can," he said and kissed me softly, trailing down to my neck.

I wondered what the fuck I was doing. I wouldn't fool around with him afterwards… but what was the difference between during and afterwards… if we weren't really dating? The fact that we would both be known as single so we could hook up with whomever as well as each other?

So really, as he pressed his lips to mine once again, pulling me in because I just couldn't control myself around him, a thought crossed my mind.

Who was using who?

Who used who?

On Wednesday Demi and Selena brought me to the mall with them… they wanted to change up my look… I know, I know… I must have been crazy, but we compromised. No Abercrombie.

We went into a few classy stores and they insisted on buying me low cut shirts, lots of new heels and basically gave me a complete wardrobe make over. They dragged me into Victoria's Secret, convinced Nick and I had had sex… I didn't try to fight them on it, the whole school thought it was true, what was two more people?

They were turning me into one of them. Because I was their friend now. We had inside jokes. We shared clothes. We ate each other's lunches. And we did homework together. Nick wasn't the only one I was fooling anymore.

I finally worked up the courage to wear one of the new outfits they bought for me on Friday… or the fact that they drove to my house before school and dressed me like a Barbie doll could have had something to do with it.

I was in a low cut tank top and had on rather tight, skinny jeans that were ripped with black, knee high boots over them. I did my makeup myself… not wanting them to overdo it and then they made me call Nick to tell him I didn't need a ride because they would be driving me.

Are you guys picking up on the way I let them boss me around. Okay, "boss" isn't the right word. Push… is more like it. I let them do whatever they wanted to do with me because that was my ticket it. If I was a bitch to them, they'd be bitches back. I didn't want that because Demi and Selena were really nice… they just really liked dressing me.

Nick hung up, rather confused, on why Demi and Selena were giving me a ride in… I wasn't allowed to tell him. They wanted me to surprise him in my new, sexy outfit. Well, he was surprised.

Demi parked right next to him and smirked as she saw Joe and David wating for us with him by his car.

I forgot to mention that Demi and Selena had also dressed up rather nice today. Demi in short shorts, black boots, and a white V-neck covered by a leather jacket, while Selena pulled off a very mini skirt, flats and a tank top similar to mine.

Now I don't wanna sound conceited… but the three of us got checked out by more than just our boyfriends. Well… I didn't really have a boyfriend… but you know what I mean?

"Shit, Miley, are you trying to kill me?" Nick whispered in my ear, draping his arm around my shoulders as we walked into the school.

"Not intentionally," I replied and smirked.

I caught him glancing down my shirt more than enough times in chemistry and silently laughed to myself. He walked me to my second class, holding my hand and he would squeeze it every time he caught a guy checking me out. I would look over at him and see him suddenly tense. It was actually really cute. But it confused me. We weren't really dating… but he wanted me for his own, like we were dating.

"Hey Miley!" I smiled at the boy from my English class as he waved and Nick stopped suddenly, it took me a second to realize that we were at my class.

"Since when do you talk to Jake Ryan?" He asked and I shrugged.

"Since we moved seats in English and we now sit next to each other," I told him and he nodded once.

"Jake's a good guy… if you're into pretty boys like that," he said and I nodded.

"I know…"

"Well anyone is better than Gaston or Hemsworth," Nick said bitterly.

I rolled my eyes, "Don't worry, you and Jake are the only guys in my recent calls," I said and he looked at me questioningly.

"He calls you?" Jealous Nick… so cute.

"Just for the English homework," I informed him and he nodded and shrugged.

"Well before you go… I just wanted to let you know that you look really fucking hot today," he whispered lowly and chills ran down my spine. "Meet me by the gym before lunch," he added and left, but not before kissing me on the lips, taking my breath away.

Longest second block of my life. I spent the 85 minutes staring at the clock.

"Hey sexy," his voice rang through my ears and I felt his hands on my hips so I turned around smiling and kissed him softly.

He took my hand and looked around quickly to make sure no one was watching as he led me into the athletics closet.

"What are you doing?" I hissed.

"Helping you become a deviant," he chuckled.

"What if we get caught?"

"Then you get to tell a story."

"What if we get expelled?"

"Who is going to expel you or me? Hmm?" He had me backed up against a rack of volleyballs and I blinked furiously in the dim lighting.

"Nick. I-I don't know…"

"Come on," he whispered. "Live a little. This is what high school is all about, right? Risks." His hands settled on my hips and he moved my shirt up slightly to run his hands across my now exposed skin.

"You are infuriating. One minute you're hot and the next you're corpse cold, Nick."

"I'm an eighteen year old dude. We're not that complicated." He grazed his nose across my cheek, kissing lightly under my ear. "Plus, your ass looks really nice in those jeans…"

I laughed lightly and relaxed against the shelf, allowing his hands more access to my waist. He stepped back and turned me so that I was facing the shelf and my back is to him. Lifting the hem of my shirt, he pulled it over my head and set it off to the side. He took a moment to remove his own shirt and just pressed his chest to my back.

The immediate feeling of relief washed over my body, as the pulse of heat hits me. He undid the clasp of my bra and watched as I let it fall from my arms quietly. He shifted my hair across my shoulder and my neck craned sideways to give him access. He kissed it gently, causing a wave of goose bumps to roll across my skin.

I whined when he removed his lips from my skin, so he placed another kiss along the curve of my shoulder. His hands went around to the front of my stomach and he traced patterns over my ribs with his fingers. I shuddered and sighed, dropping my face to watch his hands as they ascended.

They settled on my breasts, barely touching them as they hovered over the peaks. I arched my back, thrusting myself into his palms and he gripped them slowly. I quivered under his touch.

"Do you like that?" He whispered into my ear as he felt my chest

"Yes," I barely answered.

"Mmm. Me too. I wanted to touch these so bad the second I saw you this morning."

My breathing was sporadic and he pulled on them again, making me cry out softly. "But I want to touch you other places, too." His right hand dropped to my stomach and splayed open as it lowered to the top of my jeans. "I mean for the past week we're under your covers and I'm looking right at you and it doesn't faze you at all. But all I can see is this beautiful body that I want to run my tongue all over…"

"God, Nick," I moaned. "Why didn't you say something?"

"I'm saying it now," he assured me as his fingers slid under my waistband. "I had to remind myself that your sister was in the room right next to us so that I didn't try to wake you up in your sleep and have my way with you." His fingertips were hovering above the elastic of my panties.

My feet shifted a bit and I widened my stance to let him move his hand farther down my pants. He slid his fingers lower and in between my folds, causing me to writhe against his hand.

"Unbutton these," he told me and my hands released the shelf shakily to unbutton the jeans and lower the zipper. "Hmm, Miley. If you feel this good around my fingers…" He was slipping two at a time inside of me at a frenzied pace, his knuckles moving back and forth under the fabric of my panties. His other hand was working over my chest in a torrent of pinches and pulls, gropes and kneads.

"Faster?" I pleaded. He obliged, plunging into me faster and harder. My back went rigid and I gasped for air, shifting my ass into him and riding his fingers until my walls tensed and I slapped the shelf with one hand.

"Nick," I choked out and jerked forward.

I've lost it and am overcome with a haze of lust so thick I can't see anything else around us. I was still recovering and shaking as he gripped my hip and spun me towards him.

My eyes went wide as they fell to his hand holding his member. "I want you," he grinded out between his teeth.

My face contorted a little and I shook my head. "Are you sure? Are you really…really sure that you want to have sex with me, Nick?"

"Yes," he growled and pulled my face to his, devouring his mouth and rubbing himself against my bare skin. Our tongues were working fervently and he angled himself forward, bending his knees until the head of his hard-on slid against my opening.

"Okay," I almost shouted. I pulled back and placed my hand where he was pressing against me. "Shit, Nick… not at school, please? This isn't how I want this…" My hand was shaking and I pushed against him a little, removing his head from me. "Tonight." I kissed him, clearly remorseful. "Tonight. Okay? Tonight."

He's shaking with need and unable to control his breathing.

My lips trailed softly over his jaw and neck, downward over his chest and then I bent down on my knees and settled in front of him. I licked my lips and pulled his boxers down just a bit more before leaning forward and running my tongue flatly over the head. He dropped his hands to my head and fisted my hair, to which I responded with a moan.

I have no idea what had gotten into me. Maybe it was the weekend. Maybe it was the rumors about us being together. Maybe it was the knowledge that in a little over a week this will be over and I wouldn't have access to him. It had to be a combination of all of it, because I had never acted like that before.

There are only moans as I worked him into my mouth. It doesn't make sense and yet I felt like he wanted it so badly that he would have taken it from me if I hadn't stopped him.

He would have taken it.

My tongue slid against the underside of his shaft and he gripped onto my hair again. "I'm so close," he whispered and I chanced a look up at him. I could feel something there in my eyes…and it looked like he saw it to and it confused him in the last seconds before he came into my mouth. I stilled and waited as he pulsed and finished, and after a moment he released my hair and I pulled my lips across the sensitive skin to clean him up.

I know the look I gave him. I looked like… I loved him. Like I would do anything for him…

I stood to my feet and he reached for me quickly, crushing me to his bare chest, feeling his heart beat against mine. Cradling my head, he silently apologized for not being able to control himself and for making me do all of these unnecessary things that I allowed him to do.

With a sigh, he tightened his hold around me and pressed his lips to my hair.

Just barely more than a week. And this would all be over. I thought to myself.

I wish I could have gained some superhuman power so I could read his mind. I needed to know what he was thinking because I knew he knew what I was thinking. He saw the look in my eyes. I knew it.

That night… things didn't go as planned.

Q: Remember the first time you realized that you loved Nick Jonas more than anyone else in the entire world and that no one else would understand?