So I've been a little bit lost lately. I can't tell whether people truly like me, or are just hanging with me for the image I supposedly have built. It's been driving me insane trying to interpret every move people make; every sentence someone speaks to me, I must digest and break down, find out exactly what they mean and if they truly mean what they say.

The hallways seem empty every morning as I pace back and forth in front of my homeroom. Normally, I would be texting Dylan about how my night sucked, or even about how the Catholic people would drive me crazier each day. He would be a total girl with his replies, cracking jokes and using those stupid smiley faces. Then, he'd give in and call me. I'd hear people asking who he is talking to on the other end, his smile always clearly heard when he would answer, "it's my girl" and tell them to get lost.

There was just something about this morning routine that made me miss him even more; Mostly, because it wasn't happening right now. It's not like I can make up for his absence by putting on a smile and dancing around with some girls from soccer – that act is getting old. Sometimes I wonder if anybody notices how much I fake around here. I wouldn't call myself a liar, but if hiding your true emotions is classified as lying, then damn. I'm a pro.

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"Why didn't you talk with me yesterday?" I asked, Jason's figure approaching me in the hallway. He continued to walk towards his locker, sighing at my question that I was dying to know the answer to.

"It's complicated," he groaned.

"Complicated? You just come in while I was with him, then go on about how you need to talk to him? And you don't even tell me what you said? Or come to find me?" his expression stayed blank, while my own grew with anger.

"I mean, I know I left, but that still should have given you the notice that I wanted you to update me on what happened after my departure," I grumbled remembering back to the other day.

Flashback…

"You need to talk with me? Make a damn appointment sophomore," Nick arrogantly said. I squinted at him, finding myself getting more pissed off at this boy with every word that comes out of his mouth.

"Are you for real right now?" Jason chuckled. "Yeah, cause you think you're so damn superior since you're a year older. In other words, you're going to die first, and I'm probably going to be more successful than you are since we're about the same age, but I have an extra year to get more brilliant. So, don't even try to pull any of that bullshit with me okay?" Jason took a step forward, internally motioning for me to get out of Nick's basic arm length. "And next, I have a little thing I got to speak with you about. Now, if you would please be so kind to stop playing games with Miley for five seconds, I'd love to talk with you Nick."

"Why does everyone keep saying you're playing games with me! I mean seriously! Why is this fucking necessary. Can't they get a damn life, or at least maybe you'd have the decency to tell me why they say this! Or stop?" I blew my top, not being able to watch from the sidelines. That's not my personality. I don't watch things get broken or dismantled in front of me. If anything happens, it's because I couldn't stop it. Not because I allowed it to go on without my consent.

"Miley," Nick turned to face me, attempting to grab my hand but I swiftly pulled it back before he could.

"NO! I'm being one hundred percent serious right now. I need you to be honest with me, and I don't appreciate people lying to me," my eyes filled with regret and sorrow. Nick's face grimaced, guilt finally reaching him. Jason on the other hand stood on the side, giving a knowing look and taking my hand while giving it tight squeeze of reassurance.

"Miley, I truly don't have anything to tell you," I could see right through his lies. I had no use for him now, there was too much he'd get in the way of. He didn't give me enough help for him to actually become useful once he decided to be truthful with me later on.

"Just take him, I don't want to see him," I side hugged Jason before taking off down the hallway, later to sit in front of my locker and think to myself.

End of flashback…

I honestly couldn't muster up any other words to speak to him; I was too pissed off at Nicholas at the moment.

"You know what, never mind. I don't even care. So I'll see you tomorrow okay? Bye Jay," again, I walked away before he could get a word in.

"Miley!" a voice yelled. I groaned, thinking that I honestly couldn't get a moment of peace at this forsaken school.

"What," I turned around slowly not interested in any way.

"Um, not to be rude, but some guy just called me and asked to speak with you," Sydney said. I looked around me to make sure nobody else was there.

"Who was it?" I asked, suddenly having absorption to this topic.

"What I'd like to know is how every time I see you, you're either talking to a guy, or there's one with you. Or asking for you! How do you do it…" she shook her head, baffled. I laughed it off, taking the phone from her hands.

"Hello?" I said into the tiny machine.

"Miles," the voice breathed out. I knew that voice. I could recognize that voice from miles away. Not one thing could distract me when I heard that voice calling my name.

"Dylan," I muttered, not quite sure if I was still continuing to be pissed at him, or if my loss for him was too overwhelming I was giving in. Before I could decide, a teacher walked by, making me hang up on the one person who I knew could get me through any day. My one chance to make things right with him again, and I blow it by not allowing him to apologize in person, or even attempt to speak with him. I blow it by being the one who always waits. Because those who wait, might never get what they're waiting for.

The hallways seemed much glummer as I continued to my next class. I don't care where I'm going, or who I might run into along the way, but I'm dreading it already.

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"These guys suck really badly," It's been about twenty minutes into lunch now, and I've been watching these junior and senior guys attempt to play basketball. I couldn't help but have a commentary. Having an older brother and practically always considering him as a best friend has its ways of making you become a sport-a-holic. I couldn't help myself.

"Yeah, mhm," the girl I was talking to didn't quite have an interest. She probably was only staying next to me because I was the only one she knew outside.

"Well, I'm going. See you," she then just took off, heading for a group of girls that I didn't know, and I doubt that she knew either.

"Gosh, they're lame. All these people are so fake, especially these basketball guys. And they call themselves athletes," I grinned, swinging my backpack straps around.

"Um, would you like to come out and show us something?" a guy who must have overheard me said. He was now looking at me expectantly, with the entire group of guys behind him just staring, waiting for me. I wish Nick were out here.

I looked around, waiting for any support from people standing around. Possible a person who knew me that could get me out of this dreadful situation. But honestly, I didn't have anything to lose. People already start shit about me, so if I did this all it would do is cause more to be spread.

As of now, I don't give a shit.

"Yeah, bring it," I dropped my backpack to the concrete and headed onto the black court.

The guys all grinned, seeing me coming over there with my uniform and all; the polo navy shirt, skirt, tights and Sperry's. They didn't know what was coming to them.

"Okay, who wants the sophomore girl?" some guys snickered in the background. The group of girls turned to look at what all the commotion was.

"We'll take her," one guy said. He was wearing the white polo shirt, which indicated he was a senior. I smiled lightly at him, only to receive what looked like a grimace.

That's okay; I'd show them all up.

"Give me the ball," I growled, taking the ball and immediately crossing over, in between my legs, stutter stepping and going behind the back before pulling up into a jump shot as I pushed off the guy in front of me, hearing the ball swish through the netting.

I smirked, pleased with how the first play resulted. Though, as the game progressed slowly, I could tell these guys weren't going to be easy on me physically because of my size and the fact I'm a girl. No, my skills are apparently too much for them to handle not trying to stop.

…

"You've got to be kidding me."

"Damn, wish we took her on our team."

"We got our asses whopped by a girl who doesn't even play basketball!"

The score was twenty five to six, my team being the twenty-five. I had drained two three's, and even nailed a couple foul shots. After my team was winning by at least eight, the other guys started fouling like crazy, getting annoyed.

"Hey, you did good girl, what's your name?" the senior guy who originally took me on his team asked me.

"Miley."

"Cool, I'm Brandon. Where'd you learn to play ball like that?"

"I have an older brother, whose 6'6, with the muscle index of a professional hockey player. When I wanted to practice for my basketball team, I had to go through him to get the basket. Now let me tell you, all those tears weren't worth it," I grinned.

"Amazing and funny too!" A guy came over, who I also recognized to be on my team. I felt the stares of all the other players as these two seniors interacted with me.

I blushed, feeling my muscles tighten. I looked around me, noticing the glares of the girls from before, and the gaze of astonishment by Nick and his peers.

"Thanks, I'm Miley," I stuck out my hand. Instead, he wrapped his arms around me and picked me up half-choking me to death.

"You're my new best friend, sophy!"

"That's Eric," Brandon said. Eric continued to spin my around, until I began laughing.

"Hey best friend, do you think you could put me down? Oh, and go buy me a Gatorade, I'm parched," I fanned myself, feeling nothing but satisfaction.

Nick then appeared by the basket, a smile occupying his face directed at me, because I just schooled a bunch of seniors and juniors. But most of all, I just got two great guys as my buddies.

"Yeah girl anything for you! You're definitely going to be trying out for basketball here, right?" Eric smiled at me, putting his hands on his hips. It looked quite feminine if you ask me.

"Um, well I don't know if I can, I wouldn't quite have a ride to all the stuff," I looked away, remembering what was going on with my life right now. Everything slowly hit me in the face, and I felt the loneliness surround me again. Like its always been quoted, standing alone in a crowded room; exactly how I felt.

I guess I made friends.

Sorry the updates have been on a weekly basis as opposed to the original like every three days update. Basketball takes over my LIFE, while soccer is there in the background to kick me in the butt. As well as music, standing on the sidelines just waiting to get at me. Everything about my life is on a tight rope so to speak. Oh, and my favorite teacher just got fired/sacked/left so i'm really upset about that as well.

Please tell me what you thought about this. If you guys have any questions that haven't been answered yet, then go ahead and ask. And if i don't answer them here, then i will on the next update. That update... I'm thinking that Wednesday or Thursday would be a good day. Thanks for being supportive of me! i love you to bits!

Emily. Whisper hello, i miss you quite terribly.