Mitchie's point of view:

I hated seeing Miley upset. She was always so confident. Seeing her like this was like being sucked into an alternative universe were everything was different. Nick had caused this! I hated him and Selena so much. Stupid popular. They made me sick.

"Mitch?" Miley mumbled, playing with her fingers.

"Yeah?" I asked, concerned.

"Do you really think my poem was good?"

"Is that a trick question?" I giggled.

"It was that bad?" Miley whined.

"No, no! It was amazing! I mean it!" I promised her, hand on heart.

"How do I know you're not just saying that because you're my best friend?" Miley asked.

"Because I'm promising you! Don't you believe me?" I said.

"I think I do…" Miley mumbled.

"Miles," I began, "If you really like writing poems and songs and stuff why are you so embarrassed to show them to people? You have an amazing talent!"

"If I have an 'amazing talent' why did no one clap for me, or at least say my poem was good?" she asked me.

"I don't know. All I know is that your poem was good."

Miley sighed and started to get some books out of her locker.

"Something's bothering you." I said, it wasn't really a question.

Miley's point of view:

I froze. How did Mitchie know these things?

"Nothing's wrong with me" I lied.

"Yes there is, Miles!" Mitchie objected.

"Hey, losers!" Joe laughed as he came over and kissed Mitchie on the cheek.

I smiled and hugged him.

"Hey Joe!" I smiled.

Joe was the only Gray brother I liked. He was sweet and treated me and Mitchie like people and not dirt.

"So, what have you girls been up to?" Joe asked.

"Miley read out her amazing poem in English! But your stupid brother and his girlfriend told her it was horrible!" Mitchie told him.

I ducked my head quickly and stared at my feet. I could feel my cheeks going bright red.

"Really? Nick's not the same these days. He's so…not Nick." Joe sighed.

"Not Nick?" Mitchie asked.

"Well, the real Nick, my real brother, wouldn't dream of doing this to Miley! She's a family friend!" Joe grinned, I could feel him staring at me.

I looked up and sighed, "Being a family friend and living on the same street as you is clearly not enough to make Nick or Kevin like me."

"Just ignore them!" Joe told me.

"How?" I asked, "They always…always act as if I'm nothing to them. I remember when we were 5 and we used to play in your garden and we were all best friends. Now, it's like we are worst enemies!"

"Don't say that, Miles," Joe muttered "I'm sure my brothers will come around."

"When?" I asked bitterly.

"Miles…" Joe sighed.

Selena's point of view:

Lunch. My favourite time of day. Why? Because I get to sit with all my friends! I watched as Miley and Mitchie pathetically entered the cafeteria laughing about some lame joke which the found funny.

"Look at them losers!" I scoffed.

"Selena, don't be like that." Joe mumbled.

"What did you just say?" I asked, offended.

"What I'm trying to say is those girls are really nice once you get to know them." Joe pathetically told me.

"You're just saying that because your going out with a that Mitchie girl!" Harper, my best friend, chuckled.

"So what if I am? She's really nice. And so is her friend, Miley. Don't you remember, Nick? Miley used to be your best friend and—"

I cut Joe off, "What?!" I yelled.

"It's nothing!" Nick muttered.

"Actually, it is something! Nick and Miley used to be best friends when we were younger. Me and Kevin liked Miley to and we all used to play in my garden and—"

I cut Joe off again, "Nick, is this true?" I asked, totally and completely shocked.

Nick nodded slowly.

"Fantastic!" I said sarcastically, "Why don't you go and sit with your loser friends, then?"

"No, I don't want to. It was ages ago, Selena. Drop it!" Nick sighed.

I bit my tongue to stop me saying things I should've said, "Okay" I muttered.

Nick's point of view:

Why did Joe have to bring that up?

He can be so annoying sometimes. Kevin was staying understandably quiet for this topic as it wasn't our favourite. But it was clearly Joe's.

"Can we stop talking about this now?" I asked hopefully.

Selena turned to head to me and watched me with her deep brown eyes, "Why?" she asked.

I sighed, "Just because there's better things to talk about…?"

"Like…?" Selena asked.

I knew what she was doing-she was trying to annoy me. She was trying to find out as much as she could about my childhood past so that maybe one day she could use it against me.

Miley's Point Of View:

Mitchie sat down next to me and we began to eat. I watched the popular table in awe. All the girls were so beautiful; Harper had pretty, soft brown hair that was super straight and edgy, Gabriella (A/N: Out of High School Musical) had a bit of Indian in her, her skin was tanned and she had wonderful, healthy bouncy hair that flew down her shoulders freely.

Then there was Selena. The girl that every girl in this school wanted to be. Even…even me. I know that sounds so stupid and weird, but she was so beautiful and so perfect…

"Miley!" Mitchie said as she waved her hand in front of my face, "Is anybody there?"

I snapped out of it, "Huh?" I asked.

"You were staring at the Demon table!" Mitchie giggled planting a piece of pizza in her mouth.

"I was?" I asked, playing dumb.

"You know you were, Miles." Mitchie grinned.

I shrugged and started to drink my water. The next thing I knew was Selena, Gabriella Montez, and Harper standing over me and Mitchie.

"Hi, losers" Harper giggled.

"Miley, have you saw what you're wearing? Did you dress in the dark or something this morning?" Selena asked me.

Mitchie's point of view:

I was expecting Miley to make a killer come back, but instead she looked at her clothes in shame and shook her head.

"Oh, well you just have really bad fashion sense then!" Selena giggled and poured her Coke all over Miley's head and walked off.

"Selena! You…you…" I screamed trying to think of a word that would hurt Selena.

Joe ran over to Miley and wiped her with a cloth.

"Are you okay, Miles?" Joe asked her.

Miley looked liked she was going to faint. She was shaking and her hair was wet.

"Miley.." I said as I gave her hand a tight squeeze.

I glanced over the 'Popular Table' Nick was watching us, the jerk, and I couldn't read the expression on his face, he was emotionless.

Joe give Miley a comforting smile, "You okay?" he asked her.

Miley nodded quickly.

Joe sighed and kissed me cheek "Bye, guys" he said, and walked off.

Nick's Point of view:

I watched as Joe tried to wipe all the Coke out of Miley's hair. I don't know what I felt. It was weird. I didn't know whether to feel sorry for Miley or to be happy and proud of my beautiful girlfriend. Suddenly, Mitchie looked up and give me a spine chilling evil stare. Gosh, she must've really hated me. I looked down to my food quickly.

"Are you alright, bro?" Kevin asked me.

"I'm fine." I told him

"Cool. You looked spaced out!" Kevin chuckled.

"Yeah," I whispered, "I was spaced out alright…"

Miley's point of view:

"I need to use the bathroom." I said to Mitchie as I stood up.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Mitchie asked.

"No, it's okay, Mitch." I smiled.

I walked into the toilets and stared at myself in the mirror. I looked so ugly. I thought, no, I knew, all of the things Selena said about me were true. My hair was a mess, and so was I. Selena was right, my clothes were horrible, I had zero fashion sense. Selena was right, I would never amount to anything. I was just stupid Miley. I curled up into a ball on the floor and began to sob. I don't know why, but it felt like someone had reached into my body, pulled out my heart, ripped it to pieces, and put in back the wrong way.

"Miley?" Mitch asked worried as she hurried to my side with Lily.

"Don't cry," Lily said, "Everything's going to be alright."

"No, it's not" I sobbed, "I'm just going to be un-perfect for the rest of my life!"

"What's happened to you, Miles?" Mitchie asked me, "What happened to carefree Miley? What happened to her, huh?" Mitchie asked.

I shrugged and got to my feet, "Does it look like I've been crying?" I asked.

"A bit" Lily confessed.

I wiped my eyes again.

"What about now?" I asked.

"It's better" Mitchie smiled.

---Later---

Miley's Point of view:

That night, I couldn't sleep. I still had that pain my body; a huge hole in my heart. It hurt all night and I got no sleep. I don't know where it had come from, or why it had decided to come, but it was hurting me so much. Sometimes, it hurt so much that I would have to curl up into a ball on my bedroom balcony and cry. My mom came to lie with me, but I told her it was just stomach cramps, but I was lying.

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