"Ha!" Mikayla scoffed as she strutted around with my phone in a circle behind me. "You and Nick Jonas? Friends? No way." She said, smirking at me. "It's not like Nick Jonas would ever talk to you, Smelly Cyrus. He'd rather be texting someone like me. We're technically like almost boyfriend, girlfriend now a days," She said. And all of a sudden, her finger pounded down on the center key, almost as if it were in slow motion, and she opened the folder with Nick's name on it. Her eyes scanned a few of the messages, "Hold on, Smelly Cyrus, why did Nick just say that you're the girl that he loves? Nick Jonas would never in a million years fall for a girl like you!" She said, shocked as she looked back down at the screen, reading more messages.

I lowered my head, "I don't know," I said, meekly, wishing I could just snatch my phone away from her, but that would cause attention, and more people would know by the time I got my phone back anyways. I think somewhere inside me, I knew that my secret had been blown, and I knew that Nick was going to be furious with me, and I honestly couldn't blame him.

Most people think that secret relationships are to keep the reputation of the more popular one, but really, I think that the secret relationship is more for my sake than his. I am (and I hate to say it) embarrassed to be going out with Nick, and if anyone knew, I think I would just... I don't even know. "Please, Mikayla, could I just have my cell phone back?" I asked quietly, but she put her hand in my face, so that I was staring at about seven different colored rings and bracelets on her perfectly manicured fingers. I groaned as I watched her finish reading the messages slowly.

"Miley..." She said as she finished reading the last of the revealing messages.

"Mikayla, please, I beg of you not to tell anyone! It would be so embarrassing for me and him if anyone but you knew about our relationship! Please keep this a secret between the three of us!" I begged her, almost kneeling and crying.

She just looked at me and shook her head slowly like she wasn't even listening to me (and I doubt she was) "I..." I said and handed my phone back to me, "I don't understand quite why he would fall in love with you instead of someone more like me. No offense intended." She said, in actually a kind of genuinely concerned and almost nice way. I knew it wouldn't last and that she was only being selfish, but still, it was kind of nice seeing her be so... not herself.

"Look, what Nick and I have is love, and whether or not it will last, I don't know, but I do love him, and I do want to be with him, but if you tell people, I won't be able to." I said, almost regretting saying such a revealing statement, fearful that it would only make her want to tell my secret even more.

"Well it's your secret," She said. She shrugged, and she pressed her lips together in an almost smile as she looked at me with her sad eyes, "In a way, I wish I were you." She said, "And if you were wondering, I'm sure no one would care if you're dating Nick if they knew that you guys were like totally in love like you say you are." Smiling now, she smirked and said, "Wait, did I just say that I wished I were you? Oh, hold up, that was a mistake, and I'm..." She laughed, "I'm sorry about that. Never in a million years! Ha! No! I do not wish that I was you!" She walked away, laughing to herself and throwing her hands in the air as I looked down at my phone with a sigh of relief.

"Close." I said to myself, "A little too close." I said with a small smile of relief, feeling the blood rushing out of my face.

Miley: Hey, Nick, this whole texting thing really isn't going to work out. Mikayla just caught me texting you, and she got all up in my face. I hate to say this, but she knows that we're dating, and I know that she's the worst person in the world to know about it, but she seemed actually kind of nice and cool. She didn't seem like she was going to tell anyone, and she said that no one would care about us dating if they knew how we really felt about each other.

Nick: Mikayla knows? That's terrible, awful! How did you let her get your phone from you?

Miley: She saw me texting, and she came in and stole it from me, and she read all of my messages.

Nick: Crap, what if she tells someone that we're going out? That could be a train wreck for the both of us, Miles. I know that you don't want people know that we're in love, and you know that I don't want people to find out. What do we do if she tells people that we're going out??
Miley: I don't think we could do anything. She said no one would care if they knew we were in love, and we are in love, so no one would care, would they? It's just a relationship. Why would they care? I don't know why I even cared about the big secret in the first place.

Nick: It's a bad idea, and we both know it.

Miley: I think you think it's worse than it really is.

Nick: It's just a bad idea, and we're both going to regret it if Mikayla tells anyone about us. Miley, I care about you, but this could ruin my life.

Miley: Wow, that was... that really hurt, Nick. That... wow. I didn't think you were like that... I should have seen it all from the beginning. Secrets and embarrassment? It never had anything to do with me and how I felt. It was always about you and how you needed to be popular.

Nick: You know that isn't true. I love you.

Miley: The whole 'I love you' thing isn't going to work. You may be cute, but not that cute.

Nick: Please, Miley, don't be mad at me.

Miley: I'm not mad at you, Nick. I'm just disappointed is all.

Nick: Come on. You used to understand.

Miley: I used to think that you were my superhero and that you were going to come and save me because you were such a great guy, and I used to think that you really cared about how I felt because you loved me.

Nick: I do love you, and I do care about how you feel. Your feelings are everything to me. There's nothing more that I could possibly care about. You've become my whole mind.

Miley: Save it for someone who'll buy it.

Nick: God, I've been an idiot. I don't care whether or not people know that we're dating as long as we can be together. I don't want to lose you over a stupid fight. I've been a real jerk.

Miley: I never thought it was a good idea to keep secrets from everyone, and it's blowing up in your face like I knew it was. I even warned you.

Nick: I know. I'm sorry I didn't listen to you the first time. You're everything to me, Miley. You're amazing, and I don't care who knows that I'm in love with you, and I always will be in love with you. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me.

Miley: Nick, I don't want you sucking up to me. It's not even worth it.

Nick: Where are you, Miley? I've got to prove to you that I really do care about you and how you feel.

Miley: And how do you suppose to do that? I'm in the hallway still. Haven't moved.

Nick: And are there still lots of people in the hall?
Miley: Yeah, I guess there are, but what does this have to do with anything, Nick?

Nick: Wait there. Don't move.

I sighed. Nick Jonas wasn't all that I thought he was when we first met. I thought that he was just the best person in the entire world, completely perfect and without a single flaw, but then, I got to know who the real popular jerk was, and I didn't like it. I really should have seen it coming, should I have?

I saw Nick come out of the door from the classroom that he had homeroom in. He was wearing that determined face that he always wore when he wanted something important, and I was just waiting to see what he was going to do this time. Ugh, I don't even know why he even tries. If his stupid friends didn't want him if he had me, then I don't want him if he has his stupid friends. He's such a jerk. He's got the biggest head, and all he cares about is that stupid popularity thing that everyone wants. I just wanted to walk right up to him and slap him in the face... in fact... I think... I walked right up that jerk, hand held strongly as he walked up to me. Before I could slap that jerk, he grabbed me by the waist and kissed me. Right there. Right in front of all of those people.

I let go of the muscles in my hands. I let go of all the anger that I had for him. How considerate. How amazing. He knows exactly how to make everything that's so wrong seem so right. A kiss was all it took. I could feel dozens of pairs of eyes staring at the two of us, kissing passionately, and I couldn't keep my focus on Nick. I had to let go and look at everyone that was staring at me. I looked around. I saw popular kids with their mouths open and their jaws hitting their ground. I saw unpopular kids that had the same look, except they weren't appalled, they looked excited and happy for me. There was something about the way that Nick looked at me though.

"I love you, Miley Cyrus, and I don't care who knows it!" He said, declaring the love that we shared. He pecked me on the lips, and he whispered, "And I mean it, Miley. I don't care who knows it. You don't have to keep making lies and secrets about it. If I love you, heck, it's not anyone's business but ours." He said, pulling me into a hug.

I was speechless. I whispered back, "I love you too."