I had the craziest dream last night. It consisted of Dylan, walking on train tracks with me in the middle of New Jersey. Strange, isn't it?

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray!" Dylan's voice chimed, his head swooping into the picture as he lifted off the blankets that were keeping me warm on my bed.

"How did you get in?" I groaned, attempting to pull the covers back over my body.

"You'll never know dear, how much I love you, please don't take my sunshine away!" He sang the last part quite beautifully, taking my hand out from underneath my ass, and holding it gingerly to his cheek.

"Thanks bud, great to see you too," I moaned, waiting for him to take off so I could hit the snooze button. "What time is it anyways?" I shook from side to side on my bed, hoping to get a glimpse at the clock. I failed miserably.

"It's six thirty," he said with ease.

"And you're at my house, at six thirty in the morning. On a Wednesday? Yes Dylan, this is the most normal thing that I've ever come across."

"So you're not happy to see me?" his smile faded slightly. I knew he was bluffing, but why not play along?

"Aw, sweetie I didn't mean it like that. It was more as if I was saying, 'WHY THE HELL DID YOU WAKE ME UP AT SIX THIRTY?' in a calmer way," I shouted.

"Yeah, I liked the first response better. You on the rag babe, I can tell you're a little frisky," I choked.

"What did you say!" He smiled, pulling the blankets completely off of me and taking a seat next to me on the bed. He slipped off his shoes, and climbed in next to me. My heat was instantly regained as his arms slowly made there was around my waist, entangling me to him.

"I said I missed you," he mumbled into my hair. All my muscles relaxed, the ultimate feeling of security coming once again.

"I missed you too," I mumbled back. "Did you get my voicemail?" I had called him yesterday originally asking for a ride from Nick's house, but he cancelled on me so I ended up calling Jasmine. I still left him a voicemail telling him what happened at the Jonas' house.

"Oh right, with the boy," he rolled his eyes. He used his arms to lift himself up, propping up on his elbows to look me in the eyes.

"Dylan, give him a chance, he's a nice guy," I tried, but I knew that with Dylan it would take a lot more convincing. And of course, it's not like I sounded too convinced myself. You can't really explain something when you don't truly believe it or understand it fully yourself. Which would be my problem with Nick. I don't really know what we are, but I do know that something is supposed to be good. I mean, I didn't really see him much on Monday or Tuesday, but I know I'm going to see him today. I just…have a feeling.

"Are you giving me a ride to school?" I asked, my voice strained from my lack of sleep last night.

He forgot about the conversation were having prior to my question, his lips forming into a smile. "Of course Mi," he kissed my nose softly.

"Lemme get ready then," I laughed, shaking my head and heading to the bathroom to get ready.

"Meet you downstairs!" Dylan yelled, walking out my door and shutting it.

…

"Wait, so when do I get to go to one of your dates with this lover boy?" Dylan turned the radio down slightly, finally wanting to address me about this new found relationship with Nick.

"Um, what did I say to you about going on dates with me? It's very awkward okay?" I smirked, giving him my famous Miley look.

"Serious, I gotta go. I am your bro, I got to protect my girl!" i shook my head, patting his shoulder slightly.

"Dylan, we haven't even planned a date yet. I don't even know if we're even together."

"Well, fine. But when he finally thinks that he can handle you, gimme a call and we'll get together," he winked. The car stopped, he leaned over me to open my door.

"Thank you kind sir," I said with a fake English accent. I leaned over to kiss him on the cheek before shutting the door behind me.

"Call me!" he lifted his hand up to his ear in a telephone style with a joking smile on his face.

I nodded to him mouthing 'oh yeah' before turning on my heel as he drove away.

"And who was that?" Nick popped up out of nowhere, his arm wrapping around my waist securely the moment I stepped into the building.

"Take a guess." We began walking to my locker, his arm locked around me the whole way there.

"Hmm," he put his fingers up to his chin contemplating who it could be. Then, I remembered exactly who else's locker was in this hallway. And no, I'm not talking about Nick.

"Shit," I mumbled as the final door closed behind us in the history hallway, where my locker was.

"What's wrong?" he turned to me, concern on his face.

"Um, Brooke is what is wrong. She's right there!" I nodded my head in her direction, attempting to remove myself from Nick's embrace. I liked him and all, but I don't need a bitch ruining my rep just because of a guy. A guy who I don't even know likes me that much.

"Come on Miley, I thought we weren't going to make this about her. It's about us, just forget about Brooke." He tried placing his arm around me again. I shrugged it off before he could succeed.

"Yeah I know what we said, it's just a little bit difficult for me Nicholas in case you haven't noticed. I'm not like you where I can just ignore the girls' glares. She was my friend." Okay, now that was a lie, but she wasn't really an enemy. And what did I go do? Steal her boyfriend?

What is wrong with high school? Honestly, the drama comes with this shit.

Nick took me back in his arms, not letting go this time. "Please try for me. Please."

I looked him in the eyes, watching as he begged – or attempted at begging me. "Fine." And I only agreed out of pity.

…

"Shit!" I groaned. This day was not going well, and icing on the cake just had to be that I left my history homework on my bed. People had been giving me shit all day because of Nick putting his arm around me. Guys would look at me differently; girls gave me a glare or a look of hate. I got so many that I don't think I could tell the difference between the hate and jealously ones by fifth period.

"Miley, do you have your homework?" my favorite teacher at this school asked, his lips shaping into a fine line.

"No," I said taking a deep sigh. "I left it at home."

"Just this once okay." He walked away from me with a sympathetic smile, as he continued to collect the homework from the other students.

The day didn't seem like it could get better, and honestly it's not like I wanted it to either. I was just waiting to go home really.

"Tyrannies ruled over the ancient world for the majority of the five hundreds into the early thousand B.C. time. As you all know the Roman Empire was the strongest and most powerful empire in the ancient world, and that is what brings us into our next topic."

Great. So now we'll be discussing just exactly what happened to Jesus Christ and how the Romans were misguided, but eventually they found their ways by converting to cathocism. Honestly, I could not escape the topic at this school. I do suppose its my own fault, I mean I did choose to come here.

Private school education was much better for many reasons. One, the teachers for the most part actually cared about you and what they were doing. At public school, hardly anyone gave a shit. Both teachers, and students. But the moment you walk in private school, the attitude and environment that is set up for you is different. That's what completely attracted me when I visited for the first time.

The classes are much smaller as well, meaning that when the teacher is talking you can hear them. And that if you have a question, it won't be as scary to ask it in front of say ten other people as opposed to the twenty sum peers you would have to face at public school.

The biggest thing for making me come here though, would be the sports.

Man did I love sports. I could run before I was twelve months old, and you could see me throwing a baseball on target at eighteen months. My dad always had a thing for having his little girl be the biggest athlete. My brother was always more artistic, it just spoke to him. If you could hear him play the guitar, you would instantly be taken away on a journey leaving you just speechless in his midst.

But then, one day he decided to pick up a baseball and throw it back to me. The movement he put on the ball was astounding; nobody in the state or even in the country could put the movement he did on a baseball, nor throw it as hard as he did at twelve years old. It only took him two years before he got scouted to a fancy school for pro athletes still in high school. And hopefully, I would go there someday too.

The sounds of rustling papers and shuffling feet woke me from my thoughts, my dreams. Every step I took my body felt heavy, as if the looks of others were weighing me down somehow. I was mentally exhausted of attempting to ignore the looks, but it only made me physically tired.

"Whoa there tiger," Marcus said. His hand found its way to my back, lifting me along up the three flights of stairs I needed to blow by to get to my Latin class.

I sighed, giving my friend a smile. "Hey."

"How has your day been? Sorry I wasn't in homeroom, had to go talk to my coach."

"It's okay," I said, nodding as we walked up the last few steps together. "For football?"

"No, for basketball actually."

"Oh right, that's coming up soon." He laughed and opened the door for me to walk through.

"What class do you have now?"

"Latin. What about you?" the hallway felt claustrophobic, suddenly getting smaller as I neared my classroom.

"Spanish."

"Sweet." My class already had everyone in it as I got to the door, seeing as normally I barely beat the bell.

"Oh, you have Latin with him," Marcus said, his voice jumping around as his face showed mixed emotions.

I nodded at him, attempting to make him to speak quietly since people in my class were looking over at us standing in the doorway, probably hearing Marcus' comment.

"I gotta go."

He gave me a side hug and took off across the hall to his Spanish class. I looked at Jasmine, hoping that if I just focused on her that I could ignore the others looks coming my way.

"Hey." Nick popped up from my left, his smile big with his arms outstretched.

"Sup." I continued walking to my seat, leaving him hanging. He showed confusion and slight hurt as he returned to his seat in the back, nowhere near me.

"What was that about?" Jasmine asked, her arm touching mine with her eyes boring into my face.

"Um, what are you talking about?" I questioned, trying to avoid it. She was friends with Brooke too, which would be a detail that I forgot about before I took my regular seat. I grabbed my backpack off my back, placing it on the floor between my feet and taking my notebook out. I slid a pen out from the waistband of my skirt and placed it onto the notebook on my desk. I turned around in my seat, looking Nick straight in the eyes. He smiled genuinely at me, his pink plump lips accenting his tan muscular skin nicely. I couldn't help but smile back.

"Miley?" Jasmine asked once more, trying to regain my attention.

The bell rung.

"Yes," I mumbled. Saved by the bell.

"Stop the talking!" the teacher said. She walked to the front of the room, a stack of worksheets in her hand.

The class looked up and waited for her to explain what we would be doing today.

"First, lets pray." She was one of those teachers who only prayed on days where she was honestly in a bad mood or just wasn't getting through to her students. I wonder what happened.

After prayer, she explained that we would be practicing important life skills today. Everyone was to get a partner (preferably of the opposite sex) to be his or her spouse for the next few days as we worked on another project. I looked around meeting the eyes of almost every male in the room before shuddering and turning back to my teacher.

"Hey Nick," I heard Kasey whisper not so subtly.

He ignored her and kept his focus on the teacher. I smiled to myself, knowing that he wouldn't have done that to me.

"Okay, everyone get into your groups. After you pick, please tell me who your partner is and then I will give you all the rules and worksheets. You will be doing everything on this project, in Latin."

The class groaned, rolling our eyes making her shush us all once again. "You will also have to translate the directions." I could have sworn she was smiling evily.

"So if you don't translate correctly, you surely won't do the project correctly. Get to it!" she yelled. Chaos began, pretty much everyone stood up at once to go look for a partner.

Kasey made her way to Nick. I just sat and watched as she approached him with a confident smirk on her face. From the corner of my eye I saw Nate walk over to me. I ignored that just watching intently at Kasey and Nick.

"Hey Nick, want to be my partner?" she asked, her hips locking in a position where they were sticking out at his face.

"Uh, no thanks. I kind of already made plans." She scrunched up her face with confusion as he stood up, towering over her.

"With who?" she asked, looking up at him.

"Miley." He looked at me, our eyes locking. We smiled simultaneously, both meeting in the middle. Kasey gave me a glare before walking over to someone else – well, Nick's best friend RJ to be exact.

"And you say that girls are mean," Nick grumbled as Kasey did that. I hit him.

"Don't associate her with me!" I said.

He laughed. "Well I don't care about her. As long as I have got a beautiful wife, I'm alright."

"How corny."

"But, you love it."

"Alright! I've given you ten minutes to find a partner and get associated with each other. I will be handing out the packets now, so please be quiet as I take down names."

Nick and I waited patiently as she walked around the room taking down names. When she finally got to us she smiled at me. I blushed, knowing exactly why she was calling me out like this.

"You two working together?" we smiled at each other.

"Good." She smiled at us both, handing us the packets and walking back to the front of the room.

"Oh I never got to tell you congrats on winning the state cup for soccer, I didn't get your text until late." He smiled at me, pulling me into his chest for a hug.

"Thanks," I mumbled, blushing.

"I wish I could have seen you out there," he whispered into my ear, his hot breath tickling my skin.

"Me too," I said. Our legs intertwined under the desk.

"Get a room!" RJ shouted, making the room turn and look at us. We both put our heads down trying to ignore the deep red coming out on our cheeks. I removed myself from him.

"This is going to be a great year," he said taking my hand.

"Yeah," I agreed. "Great."

Ahh! Sorry for lack of update! These storms had made it crazy. My power kept going out when I was ready to update, and honestly I couldn't upload it until now even though I've been done for a while! Here it is. Don't be silent readers...you've had about two weeks to update, yet i only got about 4 reviews on the last chapter. That's not really a lot, or even a little... I used to get almost 15. Please, i need to know if you guys still like this.

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