Chapter 4
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I don't know what I'm going to do with Alex- yet. I have no idea how I'm going to retaliate. It just sounded cool to say. But, I know one thing. I may not know how- but it will happen. I am determined to get my friends back and tell Alex to fuck off, once and for all. And, when Miley Cyrus has her mind set on something, it will happen. I will make sure I am in queen position once again, and Alex is begging at my feet, telling me to stop making her life hell.
Okay, yeah, I sound like a complete bitch. So, she probably won't be begging at my feet, and I don't think I'm going to make her life that hell-ish. Think being the operative word. I do know that I'm going to get my friends back, and come as close as possible to having my life as my own again. Because when you fuck with me, I fight back.
This is not me, this person I'm becoming. I'm wishing somebody else pain and suffering, and I'm not proud of myself. I'm just confused as hell. Alex has taken my life away from me. My friends were the only things keeping me sane- Nick was like my conscience, always encouraging me to do the right thing while looking criminally hot, and Joe and Kevin were always there to make sure that I didn't do things like, well, like I was doing now. Plotting misery against somebody, no matter how much I despised them. I'm doing something wrong, something Joe and Kevin would have tried their hardest to advise me against. Taylor, however, was completely different from the boys. She would be right there besides me, enthusiastic about kicking Alex's ass. The school used to be my territory, nobody dared to oppose me, even the teacher's knew better. What I said went, and random people were basically falling at me feet. It sounds completely conceited, I'm aware of this, but that was just how I lived. I was used to basking in the glory, having people wait on me. I shouldn't have used people like that, it was wrong of me. I realize now that a queen isn't just a symbol of popularity. A queen is a symbol of power, of loyalty, somebody people can trust with their problems, and expect her to listen and help them. I wasn't like that. I thought the world should fall at my feet, and now, seeing what Alex is doing to our student body, I realize that I was wrong to believe that. I probably looked like a stereotypical popular bitch. It's time to take control.
I realize that the only way to make Alex mad is either by humiliating her in front of the whole school, or becoming friends with Taylor, Nick, and Joe. I choose the latter, it seems easier to pull off. Humiliating Alex is a lot harder than it seems, and, if it's even possible, she'll make my school career even worse. Yeah, don't think so.
So, in World History the next Monday, I hold my cell phone in my lap, away from the eyes of Ms. Addams, and text a quick message to Taylor, who I know has her phone with her.
I'm sorry I was such a bitch yesterday, tay. :P xoMi
I can hear her phone vibrate in her pocket behind me, and from the corner of my eye I can see her fish it out of her jeans, keeping her hands below the table. I hear the tapping of the keys on her iPhone, and in a few seconds, my phone is buzzing violently.
Me 2, miles. i really miss u. xoTay
Same. come 2 my house tonite, alright? the notebook and ben&jerrys, like always. :) k? xoMi
I can just about feel her smile radiating off the back of my neck.
Always, mileyy. Addams is givin us the eye, gtg. :D lv ya xoTay
I lean back in my chair, smiling widely. I can see that Alex is glaring at me from across the room, but at the moment, I don't care at all. I've got my best friend back, and that's all that matters. One down, two to go.
When the end of the day comes, I hear Alex and Taylor arguing. I begin to smile.
"What do you mean, you have other plans, Taylor?"
"I mean you're not the center of this universe, and I have freedom to hang out with whoever I want to."
"Cancel them, dammit. We're going shopping tonight. Those clothes are starting to make you look fat, Tay."
Taylor gasps, and I roll my eyes.
"Those clothes always made you look fat, Alex." She replies with a smug look on her face.
Taylor then walks over to me- I have no idea- and grabs me by the arm, and begins to pull me out of the school, while tossing a glare over her shoulder at Alex.
"God, Tay. I love you. Never thought you had the guts to stand up to her."
"Yeah, can't say that I did, either."
"Thanks, Tay. You know she'll totally give you hell after this, right?"
Taylor laughs musically, throwing her blonde curls back. "Of course. But do you really think that I give a shit?"
"Of course you don't. You're Taylor."
"Yup." She says, popping the 'p'.
"So, you wanna go straight to my house or hit the mall first?"
Taylor rolls her pretty turquoise eyes playfully. "Do you really have to ask, Miley Ray?"
"The mall it is!" I confirm, smiling.
This feels amazing, being with my best friend again after three months of strife. "Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake it-" My Blackberry starts to buzz in my pocket, indicating that I had a new text message. I giggle when I saw who it was from.
Let's hit F21, then get pretzellz, K? xoTay
Given :) xoMi (ur standin right nxt 2 me, u know that right?)
I throw my phone into my huge Louis bag, and follow Taylor as she leads me through the massive doors of Forever 21- our favorite store. I glance around the shop, skimming the racks to see if anything catches my eye. Before I could find anything, Taylor squeals besides me, and runs to the the tank tops, pulling a flowy bright purple one with black lace and beaded embroidery from the rack. She thrusts it at my torso.
"Try it on. It's completely you, Miles!" She commands, and I obey- hey, it's cute! I make my way to the dressing rooms, and walk into one, closing the striped curtain behind me. I slip out of my yellow shirt, and pull on the purple tank top. Taylor was right, it looks great on me, especially with my black skinny jeans and silver ballet flats. Deciding that I had to get it, I take it back off and replace it with my original top. I step out of the enclosure, only to find Taylor waiting outside with a black leather jacket, a coral colored top with a banded hem and ruffles, a couple other tops, and a few pairs of jeans.
"You're a genius, Tay."
"Of course I am. Try those on and come help me, okay?"
"Sure." I nod my agreement, then turn back into the dressing room, and hastily try the whole stack on. I decide on the jacket, a pair of jeans, the coral colored top, and a simple black and white striped one, and set out to find Tay, hooking the clothing I didn't want back onto the dressing room rack.
Looking around the whole store, I notice Taylor by a section of colorful sundresses. When she sees me, she waves me over, and I walk to meet her. She pulls a yellow dress from a shelf that was almost bright enough to make me pull the Ray Bans from my purse.
"Like?" She asks, furrowing her brow, and holding it in front of her.
"Hell yeah!" I confirm. "It'd look amazing on you."
She walks to the changing rooms, and I begin to leaf through the dresses again. An orange one catches my attention, along with a black minidress. I go to find Taylor, and when I saw her brown boots peeking out from the bottom of the curtains, I knew I had found her. I pull back the curtain a little, and shove the dresses through. Taylor takes them immediately. After some shuffling around inside the stall, Taylor finally speaks.
"Nice, Miles. I'll get all three of these."
"Cool. I'm starving, Tay. Let's get those pretzels."
She emerges from the stall, changed back into her original gray Hollister t-shirt and dark wash skinny jeans tucked into her boots.
"Given." She mocks me, and we walk over to the check out line. A couple minutes later, we had gotten what we wanted, and were heading over to the food court. Taylor stopps walking abruptly, and I turn to see what happened. She stands, frozen, as Alex glares at her.
"You blew me off to go shopping with this slut?"
"Don't call her a slut, Alex, when you're the biggest one of all. And I can go shopping with whoever I want."
"We're so done, Taylor. Hang out with her all you want."
"Oh, I'm so sad." Taylor retorts sarcastically. "Oh, wait. I'm over it. Fuck you, Alex. Get the hell out of my life. I'm tired of being your little puppy dog. I'm tired of being treated like you own me."
Alex gasps. "Don't talk to me like that."
A couple of guys walk past then, glancing at us, amused. "Bitch fight." One of them mutters. "This'll be good. Check out that ass, dude." Craning his neck, the taller of the two guys glues his eyes to Taylor's 'ass'. Idiots.
"Go to hell." I say, and send them my hardest glare. They take that as a warning to flee.
"Whatever, Taylor. I have better things to do." Alex turns on her four inch stilettos, almost toppling over, and Taylor and I share a snicker.
"Lets forget about the pretzel, okay? We can go back to my house."
She nods, still glaring at nothing. I grab her hand, and lead her out of the mall, and back into my Audi.
We throw our paper bags in the back seat of my car, and climb in, while Taylor rants, fuming.
"God, that bitch! She thinks that, like, I belong to her or something. Was I like her, Miley? Was I that big of a bitch?"
I take a breath. "Do you really want me to answer that, Tay?" I ask softly.
"Oh God. I'm sorry."
"You weren't as bitchy as her, you just decided that you would follow whatever she did, and most of the time that involved hurting somebody- either physically or mentally. Most of the time that was me. I never did understand why she hated me so much. She got everything she wanted- things that happened to be mine. My friends, my life, everything. She ruined everything for me."
"She hated you because you're you, Miley. You're beautiful, with a life that anybody would envy. She saw you as a major threat to her popularity. I don't blame her. But you know what sucks? I was right there by her side, watching her give you hell, and not doing anything about it. I was just as horrible as she was."
I press a button on the dash- and a song begins to blast from my speakers. I connect my iPod to the sound system, and give it to Taylor.
"Pick something. But if it's, like, Keith Urban, I'll kill you."
She pouts, and I can tell that's what she was going to choose. "What's wrong with Keith Urban?"
"You like him." I smirk.
She gasps playfully.
"He can't be that horrible. You have him on your iPod."
"Tay, I have everybody on my iPod. I even have a Katy Perry album in there."
She laughs, remembering the time she locked me in my own closet and bought some ridiculous songs on iPod- I mean, Katy Perry and Britney Spears! Really? We've always had our huge disputes about music. She settles for a John Mayer song - In Repair- seeing as how his songs consist of most of my library. Okay, not really, but they're right there at the top of my playlist, and hard to miss. Besides, John Mayer is just about the only artist we can ever agree on. It's impossible not to love his smooth voice and amazing lyrics. Plus, he's kind of crazy-sexy.
We ride without talking from then on, letting the music break the silence.
"Miley?"
"Hmm?" I concentrate on the road while she talks.
"I'm sorry."
I roll my eyes playfully. "You're forgiven, Taylor. You don't need to apologize."
"I know, but, Miley, I feel so insanely bad about everything we did to you. And, I apologize on behalf of Nick, Joe, and Kev, too."
"Nick." I moan, gripping the steering wheel a little harder.
Taylor smiles. "He's crazy about you too, Miles."
"What? How do you-"
"Puh-leeze. God only knows how you two have no idea what the other feels."
"Belief is a beautiful armor that makes for the heaviest sword. Like punching underwater, you never can hit who you're trying for-"
Taylor glances at me before she hits the answer button on her iPhone.
"Who the hell changed my ringtone? I was perfectly content with 'Vanilla Twilight', thank you very much. If there's such a thing as being too obsessed with something, I've got a great example right here." I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly. "Dunno.."
"Yo. It's Tay." She holds the phone to her ear and speaks into it.
"You are so, so, so D-O-N-E, Taylor Alison. Watch out, bitch."
OK, so before any of you yell at me for taking suck a long time to update.... I have a good reason. My computer was being a you-know-what from you-know-where. So... it's a super long chapter- just for you! Review please! Let's say... seven for the next chapter? Even though it's short? I'll have the next few up soon, I PROMISE.
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