My Time – Chapter 4 – When it Rains

Hurry up and save me. I just want to feel alive, and I do when I'm with you.

"YEAH MILEY RAY!" Dylan's rang out over the screams and claps of the crowd as I jogged back from just scoring my goal. It was a rocket to the upper nineties that I got off a freak kick about mid-field. I was surprised that coach even let me take the kick, instead of just letting one of his juniors or seniors take it. But he must have known that I could do it from the look in my eyes during warm-ups, during the long ball passing part.

The junior boys were yelling as well, chanting 'All we do is win, win, win, no matter what!' and jumping around. Nick, being one of them. I couldn't help but smile when I saw he looked happy. Just seeing him, made me smile for whatever reason. Now I know who I want to ask me to Homecoming, and I think anybody else who is looking at my face right now as the ref blows the whistle to call half time, would read my mind as well.

My team jogged over to the sideline, awaiting the coaches' lecture on what we did wrong. I got a pat on the back by Mr. Lucas, and that was about it as far as congratulations' went.

After our little meeting where he just talked about how the defense was playing too much kick-ball, and the midfield wasn't coming back enough to get the ball; I took a seat on the bench, closing my eyes from feeling wiped. With sweat dripping down my face, legs shaking from exhaustion, all I wanted was to go home. As much as I loved soccer, this was all too much for me. So much happened today. I found out his name, I realized that he was jealous, and I realized how attractive they thought I was.

"She's beautiful man, and probably the only girl out there without a shitload of make-up on her face," some guy said from the stands.

"Shh, Miley doesn't know me!" the other guy responded.

I blushed, feeling insecure and flattered at the same time. I probably looked bad since I was 'all natural' today. Plus, I was sweating like an obese man out there. I felt the sweat on my back go cold, as a hand slapped my shoulder lightly.

"You did amazing! Did you hear me in the stands?" he smiled, knowingly.

"Yes Dylan, I think the whole damn state heard you," I shook my head, drinking Gatorade water-fountain style.

"Ahh, I must say I was determined with this one, and I was very happy with my success," he grinned, clearly finding this hilarious in some way. "Now gimme a kiss, and then go back out there!"

"Uh, shouldn't you be the one giving me the kiss? Since I was the one who did well? Better than you did in your little football game yesterday actually," my famous smirk appeared on my face.

"What ever are you talking about? I did amazing in that game! Set school records! Don't even talk to me about playing well, it's my specialty," he stopped, seemingly thinking of what to say next. "And fine, since I love you, but seriously what is up with you and that damn smirk? It should be forever labeled at the Miley smirk," he grinned, placing a soft kiss on my hot cheek before taking off into the stands again.

"Is that your boyfriend?" Sydney asked me, popping out of nowhere.

I felt a pair of eyes on me as I answered this carefully. "Best friend," I whispered, grinning to myself. If anyone else was so interested in the subject, they could ask me themselves.

The ref blew his whistle signaling we needed to head back onto the field.

"Cyrus! Take a break," coach yelled, making me confused.

"Kasey, take the field, center mid," I couldn't help but be jealous. That was the girl who sits behind Nick in Latin. The girl who just took my spot on the field. The girl who Nick just cheered for.

I almost cried. What the hell is wrong with me? I yelled internally at myself. I'm strong. No guy is going to hurt me, and there is definitely no guy worth crying over. I shouldn't care. I have plenty of people who like me. Like Dylan! Like, Dylan…

All I have is Dylan, and even that's changing…

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"How was the game sweetie?" my dad was sitting at the table, looking through papers for work. He was a lawyer, and a fine one at that.

"Great. We won. I scored," I said in a monotone, walking to the fridge to pull out chocolate milk and pour myself a glass.

"Good," was all he said before making his way back to his work. "Mom is going to be home soon, and she will be making food when she gets home, so don't spoil your dinner now."

"Okay," I grumpily trudged up the stairs. Sure, I scored, but then I didn't get to play for the majority of the second half. What was that about? I didn't do anything wrong, and I actually had the game winning goal! So honestly, they should be keeping me in, of all people.

My bed was so soft and warm, just falling into it made me smile. After a day like this, all I could wish for was my bed. Thankfully, this would be a constant in my life. The one thing I could always count on being there. My bed.

…

"Ehhh," I groaned, hearing the loud voices of Cash Cash emanate from my iPod speaker. I sat up, laying my head against the headboard, searching for my headphones. Once found, I stuck each bud in my ear, illuminating my world with only my music. I reached for my toes, feeling my back pop loudly, and pain to come through my back in one swift motion.

"Why is it so hard to wake up this morning?" I scratched the back of my head, stepping into the bathroom remembering what happened three weeks from today. Instantly, I groaned seeing my hair. It was an absolute disaster, and I found no way that I could fix it, so I took it up in a messy bun. After completing the rest of my morning routine, I got together my soccer stuff since we would have practice that day after school.

Stepping down the stairs, I saw the rain pouring down onto the ground from the many windows in the living room of my home. "That's why," I mumbled. Whenever it rained, I couldn't help but remember everything, and be just absolutely exhausted about everything too.

"Ready to go?" I nodded.

"You're going to need to stay later today, since nobody can pick you up until about 6. So, I would like if you hung out in the library or gym until then." I nodded again, rummaging through my backpack to confirm I had my homework from the night before. Then, I went over to my soccer bag, checking that I had my practice clothes and other equipment. Check.

"Let's go," I grabbed both of my bags, slipping out the door while grabbing my shoes on the way.

"Why in such a hurry? Someone you want to see?" my mind went blank. How do mothers always know? I wondered.

"No, now can we just go please?" I groaned, opening up the garage and shoving my body into the car seat, setting one bag my the floor and dangling the other on my lap.

"Alright," my mom smiled at me, starting the car and backing out, then closing the garage all in one swift motion. After pulling out and driving off, I switched on the radio, hearing the famous Kiss FM Satellite radio come on.

"So tell me more about what happened at the game," she smiled, looking at me occasionally. She's asked me about the games a lot lately, since we've had one almost every day. She was probably still trying to catch up on last weeks games.

"Dylan came, and we won. That's about it," I tried to contain my grin. Those first two things made me happier than ever, but it was another thing that happened that made me happy. Of course, for every action there is an opposite and equal reaction. I got some bad shit happen too, like when Kasey went in for me, and I didn't go back in for another twenty. That is pretty much the same thing that has been happening to me for the past few weeks. I start, and Kasey comes in for me after I do well. It seems like a stupid way to reward me.

"Oh, all right," she frowned, switching on her iPod to listen to John Mayer while we rode towards my school.

…

"Why is it such a long day already?" I mumbled to myself. Lately I've been doing that a lot. I've already done it a few times today, and its only fourth period!

"It's a Wednesday, what do you expect?" a voice snuck up behind me.

"Huh?" I turned to look at whom it was.

"Hi, you're the new girl right?" the person behind me was a tall guy, about five-eleven, green eyes and short jagged hair. His book bag looked like a freshman bag, completely packed with the under armor symbol on the front. He had a very cute round face, with a beautiful set of freckles spread across his cheeks.

"I'm Jason," he said, sticking out his hand as he kept pace with me.

"Miley," I smiled, sensing something about him. "Have I seen you before?"

"Nope, just been rolling around this time awhile. Probably so busy you haven't seen me up in here yet," I laughed, noticing the corners of his eyes wrinkled when he smiled.

"That's smart, getting around is the best way to survive," I walked into the lunchroom, seeing that smoothie queen was at our school, and their was already a line forming. I decided against getting food and headed towards the line.

"Smoothie?" Jason followed me to the line, pulling out his wallet from his pocket. "My treat," he grinned.

"No, I just met you it's okay," I blushed, feeling pretty awkward. I looked around, hoping there would be a place for me to sit, but only to meet the eyes of Nick. He was standing in line getting food, just glancing over at me. He was with a friend of his who looked like he was on the wrestling team, and they had a very intense conversation going on by the looks on their faces.

"I'm going to buy you a smoothie," Jason said, making me turn towards him, refocusing my attention. After a while, I gave in and let Jason buy me a smoothie.

"Sit with me today," he grinned. I just met this guy less than five minutes ago and he's already bought me a smoothie, and asked me to sit with him.

"Okay," I followed after him, smoothie in hand. I could feel the stairs of a couple girls around me. I didn't know them, but I knew that they weren't happy to see me. Lately, I think I've been getting a reputation. People know who I am now, without ever confronting me. Hardly anyone ever directly talks with me nowadays, unless you are my partner or a person I met on the first day.

Jason's table was right next to Nick's – how weird? – and it was pretty full when we got there, so I was forced to sit right next to him. Meanwhile, he started introducing me to all of him teammates, as I casually looked away.

"And this is Henry," he stopped and pointed to a guy sitting near the end of the table. With a very tanned skin and hair very short and dark brown.

I nodded at him, remembering that I had theology with him. For the rest of lunch, Jason asked me questions about my life. We talked about past schools, sports, siblings and music. He went to a public school too, had a younger sister, and loved to play basketball. He wasn't as tall as Nick was, but he was definitely there when it came to muscle. He loved Eminem and absolutely adored the 80's hair bands.

"I like John Mayer and Eminem is my idol," I grinned, seeing his eyes raise.

"Why do all girls like John Mayer?"

"Well, he's hot, and he has a beautiful voice. What's not to like?"

"He's a big player?"

"I thought guys admired that about him," this earned a laugh from him.

"Yeah, well all just wish we were as skilled as him in that department," he shoved chips into his mouth.

"I've learned a secret of the male race! How cool."

"I'm a special boy," he smiled devilishly.

I lightly pushed him smiling back, shaking my head and taking a sip from my smoothie.

"What class do you have next?" he looked at me.

"I have Mr. Lucas," I said.

"Oh, he's supposed to be really hard, but super funny. He's like, my idol," I laughed, taking out my history textbook from my bag.

"He's really nice too, so I think you're already on your way there," he smiled, nodding in thanks.

"Anytime," I whispered looking away. This school has a lot of nice people. Too bad I don't meet them when I want, they come to me when they feel like it. I haven't seen Marcus in a while, since we don't have more than one class together, and he sits on the other side of the room. Same with people from soccer. I only have two classes where I know people from the team. In Latin, I have Kasey. I grimaced, remembering how she always takes my place. And how she sits behind Nick. Then, in gym, I have five girls from the team, all of them wanting to compete with me except for Sydney. She's just a really funny person, with a hilarious laugh that could drive anyone to tears of laughter.

The bell rings, making me get up and head towards the exit with Jason in tow. I didn't really notice when that someone was staring at me until Jason poked my side.

"What?" I giggled. I hate being ticklish.

"Ha-ha, you're ticklish!" well at least it made someone happy. "There's a guy looking at you," he nonchalantly pointed at Nick, who was indeed looking at me with curious eyes. Again, we did the thing where we locked eyes and then turned away.

"Well, it looks like you know him too," Jason grinned, sensing he had caught on to something.

"Just shut up," I walked towards my classroom, seeing that Mr. Lucas was already there. Before I could walk in, Jason grabbed my arm, pulling me back outside and up against a locker. My breath caught in my throat.

"Tell me later, please," his voice low, almost sexy, but very alluring. "It was great to meet you Miley," he grinned before taking off in the other direction.

I saw Nick looking at me strangely before I walked quickly into the class. Mr. Lucas smiled at me knowingly.

"Asked to homecoming yet?" I shook my head, knowing it wasn't going to actually happen.

"You will, and when it happens," he paused to watch Mike and his friend walk into the classroom. "I'll know," he smiled and I shook my head again, taking my seat. Mike is on the football team, and is this girl on the soccer team, Jamie's, boyfriend. He's pretty tall, and he walks like he play basketball. He has hair like Joe Jonas', and he loves to make people laugh. His smile is contagious, and my favorite part about him is his smile. He always talks to me about Jamie and since she's actually really nice too, I don't mind talking. I think his friend is new to the school though.

"Gotten asked yet?" Jenny walked in and took a seat behind me.

"Nope," she looked taken aback.

"Seriously?" I nodded, confused. She continued, "It looked like Jason was going to ask you at lunch," I smiled, trying to contain my laughter.

"No, he's just a friend. I met him today actually," she looked even more confused.

"Everybody said that you guys had been like that for the past week. He was at the soccer game yesterday too," she saw my expression and her confused one disappeared.

"I don't have a date to homecoming, I haven't been asked yet either," I looked away, hoping that it wasn't really a big deal. But in reality, it kind of was. If you were on a sports team, you normally were the first ones to be asked. I had a feeling I was lagging behind everyone else.

"Why does rain have to make a day seem so sad?" I whispered to myself.

I put my head on my desk, praying that soccer practice would be cancelled today.

Okay, so lots of comments for the next update please! I probably won't updating until sunday. I have HOMECOMING this week ;D aren't you excited for me? haha. Tell me how you guys liked your first homecoming. Theme. Dress. Date. Dancing. Etc ;) haha, i'm so happy. This week has been pretty fun! Lots of soccer, and lots of spirit days. So, no uniform. YAY. Seriously, the uniform is getting kind of annoying to me, but i did pick the school so i shouldn't be complaining right? Right.

Tell me what you thought. Please.

Emily. Whisper hello, i miss you quite terribly.