A/N: thank you to everyone for being so amazing and putting up with the fact that I couldn't post for the pass couple of days. I've been swamped with homework and other things; my life is a non-stop marathon right now.

But I am taking the time to thank Smiles () for the amazing idea about what to do with this chapter, I really like what you suggested! So if any one had ideas I will seriously use them or if not defiantly read them. So this chapter is dedicated to Smiles () thanks a million for saving me from my short writers bock.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for some minor character and the plot

Previously:

Nick spent the next two weeks asking EVERYONE for Miley's number, but no one had it so he decided that tomorrow he was going to ask her out. Straight to her face. Flat out. "Will you go out with me"?

That night Nick fell asleep with a smile on his face dreaming about what her answer would be.

That morning Miley was awoken startled by the music blaring from her phone. It was her favorite song, Wonderwall by Oasis, it used to be the song she'd sing when she was with her dad in the car, the countless times they'd drive to Dairy King in the summer blasting that song laughing and singing along.

Miley quickly slammed her hand down on her phone causing it to stop playing that song. Ever since her parents died, music was DEAD to her. Miley could feel the possibility of tears coming once her nose started to burn like it always did before the water works came. But Miley wouldn't let that happen, she was too strong or at least the wall she built was too strong. Miley wasn't going to let one song become the wrecking bomb that destroyed her amazingly high wall.

Miley slowly walked over to the bathroom praying that her aunt was still knocked out on the couch like always. It was always either that or she'd be out with some creepy scumbag guy. Miley shuddered at the thought and entered the blue bathroom. Miley was in a I'm-too-tired-to-care mood so she just put on a pair of blue jeans and a baggy navy blue sweat shirt. Her hair was tied back in a messy knot held together by a lime green hair tie, and that was it besides the pair of black converse that hugged her feet perfectly.

Miley walked back into her room and grabbed the phone to call Oliver to make sure he was up and ready to drive them to school. Miley dallied the second most familiar number to her fingers into the keypad of the phone and waited.

After three rings Oliver picked up the phone, he sounded like he just woken up when he groggily said, "hello?"

"Hey Oliver its me, I'm ready and I just called to make sure you were." Miley said while getting all of her books together and stuffing them into her bag.

"Hum…. sure…red!" Oliver yelled distraught

"Oliver are you ok? You don't sound so good"

"I think I'm sick, sorry Miles you'll have to face school without me today" Oliver apologized while giving a wheezed cough that made him sound like he could have bronchitis.

"That's ok Oliver I'll just see you tomorrow then, feel better!" Miley said sincerely and shut her phone

Great, just great was what Miley thought as she walked down stairs to thankfully seeing her aunt knocked out on the couch totally unconscious. Miley let out a sigh of relief she didn't even know she was holding, and stepped out the door.

Miley looked at her feet and let them guide her to school, she didn't want to think about what could happen to her if Oliver wasn't there for her but those thoughts were the only ones circling her head like a theorizing cyclone of fear. Miley was scared and would NEVER admit it.

Miley approached the door to school. Those big black taunting doors, with gold painted handles. The laughed at her as her griped the handles and forced her to lean her weight in and open the door. Miley walked into the usual fast pace moving halls and quickly fought the current until she reached her locker.

Miley dumped all of her books into her messy locker and shut it twisting the lock making sure no one would steal anything precious of hers. Then again Miley was convinced that she owned nothing, nothing at all precious and worth looking after, but she locked it any way.

Miley's day so far was HELL. She was bullied even more since Oliver wasn't there to protect her, or at least share the ridicule. Now she had history…. oh joy.

Miley forced her legs to walk into the room filled of whisperers. They were obliouvous were talking about her but she plastered on a fake smile and sat down. It was so effortless for Miley to lie about her feelings now, she could paint a smile on her face like it was another layer of skin, it was truly that ease.

Class continued and Miley was asked to answer a question she didn't know so she just mumbled like an idiot and waited for some one to save her. But Oliver was M.I.A. (missing in action)

Class was suck-ish so far and Miley knew it was on a down hill spiral when the teacher left the class to go get the computer cart. Miley sharply cursed under her breath, this was anything but good.

Miley tried to become invisible by sliding down deeper into her seat but as soon as she did she was reminded, sadly, that she was not invisible when it came to bullies.

"So Stewart where id your dork of a friend Oliver?" Luke said walking over to her desk

"He's sick" Miley said as her teeth gritted together.

Luke scoft, "yeah right I'm sure he just finally figured out who you really were and he realized that after hanging out with you he'd never be able to show his face in public" Luke said harshly. Each word stung Miley like someone putting salt into a huge gash, but Miley didn't want to lose so she fought back.

"Oh yeah well since your some expert on my life then what am I really?"

"Oh that's ease you an unloved, low life, slut who moved here because no one loved her"

And that was the worst Miley could feel she walls start to shake but no creep like Luke would break them it wasn't going to happen so she decided to say, "go. To. Hell. Luke."

"Oh I would but you'd miss me far too much" and then the teacher came back. Miley didn't have the last word but her last words were stronger then his, that was only a small bright side though.

The rest of class passed by rather quick but Miley knew it was only because she was dreading lunch and the world was against her to the time decided to go faster just to make her life worse.

The bell rang and Miley quickly stood up and walked out. She was in no was in the mood for a Luke conversation. Miley made her feet go onto autopilot and carry her to her locker. She was walking pretty fast and she sent out an aura saying 'don't bug me if you don't want me to bite your head off.' Miley figured this would keep most away and she was right it did keep most away.

Miley's locker soon came into view along with a guy? Miley was confused, the only guy that waited for her was Oliver and that guy was defiantly not Oliver. This boy has a mop of curly hair, big liquid brown eyes, and was wearing dark was jeans, converse that matched the ones on her feet and a zip up football hoddie. Miley was sensing that this wouldn't be good.

Miley exhaled and forced her feet to unwillingly approach the boy and her locker. She ignored him, she decided that ignoring at first was her best option and she'd think of something else if she had to.

"Hey," the boy with the curly hair said looking nervous? She didn't know why any boy would be nervous around her but she decided that she could at least give him a 'hi' back so she did.

"Hi" and then Miley kept putting books into her locker.

"Umm…I…. um…." the curly hair guy struggled with his words honestly making Miley interested in what he had to say.

"Spit out" Miley said as she suppressed a grin, she wasn't letting this boy get to her, not yet.

"Look I suck at small talk so I'll just say in…" then I took a long deep breath giving Miley enough time to say,

"You know your stalling right?" she said not really as a question but more like a statement hopefully to make him speed it up.

"Will you go out with me?" he asked Miley and Miley's jaw dropped this wasn't supposed to happen

"What I don't even know your name and you come over here and ask me out?!" Miley's voice escalated but only a little

"My name is Nick, and I just well I noticed you and honestly I really want to know you better."

"Well Nick, you cant just go over asking random girls out. At least not this girl, I'm not just one of the many cheerleaders that you date like it's a game" Miley spat, her walls went up and she was scared and she was protecting her self.

"Well its good that you noticed me before" Nick said being cocky

"What?" Miley said confused

"You know I've dated a cheerleader so you must have noticed me before" Nick stated

"Or maybe its because only jerks can date six girls in one week" Miley spat

"Oh so your keeping track now"

"Who could keep up? Can you just leave me a lone I've been having a crappy day and I don't need an idiot like you around me"

"Oh that hurt but come on just admit it, you so like me"

"Do not!"

"Do too"

"Do not"

"Do too"

"Do-" Miley couldn't finish her sentence because Nick's lips were now on hers. Miley was out raged that he would just kiss her but for some strange reason she couldn't pull away.

A/N: who watched the super boll last night?? it was awesome!!! lol, anyway I'm sorry for taking so long but please know that I woke up at 5am just to write this for you guys because I think you that amazing! so WOW who expected that to happen during Nick and Miley's first conversation? this chapter honestly wrote its self I wasn't even planning on putting the kiss in there yet but I did, so read on to see where this leaves Nick and Miley.

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