MAJOR filler here. Sorry for the long wait for updates and such, first year of High School is killing me. I promise this story will get better. Ahh I hate this chapter with a buring passion, I promise I can write better xD. Okay I'll stop now O_O. Read on.

NO ONE POV

Mikayla strutted to her locker and twirled the combination quickly. She grabbed a couple books, not too many though, she didn't want to seem too brainy, and stalked off down the hall. She had some business to take care of. As she had been walking into the school that morning (late of course) she had seen two girls talking by the front doors about Jake Ryan having sex with Miley Stewart. She didn't believe it at first, since Miley was a serious goody two shoes, but she had to make sure. She approached Jake's locker. He was standing in front of it, admiring his reflection in the mirror. Mikayla slammed the door.

"Did you have sex with Miley Stewart?" she asked, bluntly. Jake smirked at her.

"Why? Jealous?"

Mikayla rolled her eyes. "No," she said plainly, "I just heard a rumor..."

"Well, I might have, I might not have," Jake said. He raised an eyebrow, "Why do you even care?"

"I don't, I just don't think she's right for you."

"Then who is?"

"That's not what we're talking about, I just heard people talking about it, and wanted to know the truth. That's all." Mikayla sliced her hands through the air to show the conversation was closed, and turned swiftly down the hall, leaving Jake, still smirking by his locker.

Meanwhile, the topic of their conversation was making her way down the same hallway, looking at the floor as she walked. Miley looked up from the floor just in time to see Mikayla making a bee-line for her. She can't be coming over to talk to Miley....that was totally-

"Hey, Stewart."

Possible.

"Uhh, h-hi Mikayla," Miley stammered. Miley wasn't usually shy, but Mikayla intimidated her. A lot.

"Look, Stewart, I'm a straight shooter, so let's cut the chase. I heard from two girls you slept with Jake Ryan, is that, or is it not true?"

"Well, uhm, I-I...he..we...well..." Mikayla held up a hand just inches from Miley's face.

"'Nuff said," she took a step closer to her, "Look, I know Jake a hell of a lot better than you do, and if you were smart, you'd stay away from him," she started to turn around, then looked over her shoulder, "And no, that wasn't a threat, it was a warning."

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"Miles, we havn't talked in two days, is something wrong?" Oliver's voice gave Miley butterflies, even over the phone. They had only been dating for almost two weeks, and Miley definitly didn't want to ruin it by telling him she was pregnant. He'd think she was a whore. She knew she'd have to tell him eventually, just not yet, it was too soon. If she found the perfect time, maybe, just maybe, it wouldn't be so bad.

"Oh, yeah, Oliver I'm sorry, I've just been...busy lately. You know with school and....stuff," she lied, awkwardly.

"You know I know you better than that," Oliver said, "We've been best friends for years. What's going on with you?"

Miley let out a huge sigh, then answered, "Look, I'm just stressed since school started, you know, starting high school and everything."

"Alright, then I guess maybe we should hang up. Since you probably have a lot of homework and 'stuff' to do..."

"Okay, fine," Miley said wearily, "There is something going on, I just don't want to talk about it, okay?"

Oliver sighed on the other line, "Okay Miles, tell me when you're ready to. Seriously though, we should probably hang up, it's getting late."

"Yeah I guess you're right, I lo-" Miley's eyes widened and she began stuttering, "Lo-lo-look awful right now! I should probaby take a shower. Bye!"

She slammed the phone and the hook and buried her head in her heads. An action which she regretted two seconds later when she felt her stomach grumble uncomfortabley. She lay back on her bed, fighting the sickness which she would surely have to face eventually.