Here is the next chapter, hope you like it.

Anyone heard about that Marieh Yeater or whatever, claiming bieber is the baby father to her child. What do you think? He is or isnt?

Personally, I say take the paternity test andt hen prove that girl wrong lol.

Anyway here it is.

It had been two weeks since Miley and Nick last saw each other, since the party. Liam spoke to Miley after but Miley broke up with him and told him to go back home, which reluctantly he did. Justin told Demi that he doesn't want her to see him anymore, making Selena's plan work, only just step by step and Demi's would be the slut before even starting school.

Nick laid on his bed back at the Jonas Estate as Wisps smoke darted out of his mouth as he took another drag from his cigarette. A small, but bright screen flashed at his face as rain continued to pour outside. Nick was scrolling through his history list of phones calls that he had missed. They were all composed of whores and sluts; he didn't even bother to call them. He listened to some voice mails- mainly about Kevin wanting him to call back- and finally one from Miley. It was last sent sixty-five minutes ago. If he hurried, he'd be able to see her.

"You better hurry if you want to see that girl, Nick." Selena spoke from the door. She always had a nasty habit of appearing unexpectedly. Nick was only startled for a minute but regained his composure.

"What're you doing here?" He snarled.

"Temper, temper," Selena teased as she sauntered to him, lying on his bed. "Do you know what the date of today is?" she asked innocently.

"August 11. Why do you care?" he asked dejectedly.

"Exactly. I've seen you with little Miss Miley Ray. And I know that you haven't made any progress with her." Selena smirked at him. Without her makeup, it was much more easier to imagine her as the devil's spawn. She continued with her taunt, "You only have two weeks left, and in that time, you'll lose everything," She heaved herself up, tilted Nick's chin up and neared near him. "Sleep well, Nicky," she sweetly spoke into his ear as she pulled away to give him one more wicked smile.

Once she was out of hearing distance, Nick's face turned sour. He squished his cigarette in his ash tray, and swore. "Tch, bitch."

Nick flipped open his phone, dialling Miley. It rang a few times.

"Hello?" a soft voice spoke on the other side.

"Miley, it's Nick,"

"Oh, hey Nick! What's up?"

"Um, nothing, I was just wondering if you could meet me?" He asked.

"Um, yeah sure. Where do you wanna meet?" She asked.

"At the park. In half an hour?" Nick said.

"Okay, see you in half an hour." She hung up the phone, leaving Nick to quickly get ready for his meeting with Miley.

Miley was sat on the park bench, tapping her right foot silently on the ground. She looked around the park and saw couples or families, having a pinic or messing around with their children. Miley smiled at their happiness and gazed to the right and saw Nick was there, looking at her. Miley almost jumped back at his sudden appearance.

"Hey, Nick."

"Hey." He smiled at her. "You think it's possible to...uh, you know, erm...chat?" Nick stuttered, trying to get the words out.

"Yeah sure," Miley watched as he sat down next to her on the bench.

"Alright, first off, I know that I was a jerk from the first time we met, but I've changed," Nick started as he looked back and forth at her, thinking of what next to say. This sounded so much better in my head, Nick was thinking. "Miley, you've changed me," Nick said quietly, coming to a stop to hold Miley's hand.

"Nick, what are you talking about?" Miley asked as she covered Nick's hand with her own in a gesture of concern.

"Miley...do you have feelings for me?" He asked suddenly.

"What?" She asked.

"Do you have feelings for me?" He asked again, looking at her.

"Well..." She started.

"Well, what?"

"Nothing..."

"Nothing?" He asked.

"I don't know..."

"What do you mean 'I don't know'? I mean I thought we liked each other."

"We do-I mean I do, but you're my friend Nick that's all."

"And you can tell me you honestly feel nothing for me!" Nick nearly yelled as he rose from the bench, making some passer-byes look at them, oddly.

"I feel something. I'm not saying I don't..." Miley said, starting to get defensive herself.

"Then why can't we be together huh?"

Miley stood up from the bench, looking directly into Nick's eyes, feeling angry and frustrated.

"Because Nick, I don't trust myself with you." Miley said, tears threatened to fall from her eyes as she looked at him.

Miley couldn't stand there any longer so she turned away and ran back home. When she got back home ,she went into her room and fell on her bed, hugghing her piloow. Her heart was beating so loud she couldn't even think and she wasn't going to for the rest of the day either.

Conflicting thoughts still ran through her as Miley brushed her hair in front of the vanity table. Looking at herself, Miley was wondering who she was. Then all of the sudden she heard a knock at the door which made her jump.

"Uh…Come in." Miley said, still looking in the mirror.

Looking back, Miley saw Nick walk in. His hair was a mess and his eyes seemed distraught. Miley just looked back in the mirror as she set the brush down. Her heart had started beating faster in the instant she heard his voice.

"I just thought I'd say goodbye. I'm leaving tomorrow." He said.

"Oh…goodbye then." Miley said quietly as she turned to face him, not getting up. Nick turned away to leave but she heard him sigh before she heard.

"I don't understand you." He said, causing a wave of confusion to flushed over Miley.

"You sit there and tell me something of experience when in love and yet here it is and you're just going to let it walk away." He said with a raised voice.

"Nick that was ne-"

"Just save it Miley. It's nothing remember? Then again, if love is nothing to you that makes you a hypocrite." He said coldly.

"I didn't say love was nothing." Miley said, feeling the defensiveness rise in her again.

"Well you did earlier today because here it is right in front of you and you just shove it away. That makes you a hypocrite." He said. "I will move on probably but you will be stuck with knowing you lost love."

He turned to leave and before Miley had a chance to even think she found herself reaching out and grabbing his wrist. The warmness of his skin sent shivers down her spine.

"Wait." Miley said quietly as she looked up into his broken mocha eyes.

Miley moved her hand past him and locked the door behind him. Her whole body felt like jelly as she found herself pulling him back towards the bed. Letting go of his hand, Miley, self consciously started to unbutton her top slowly. As she got to the last one, she looked up at him; waiting for him to come to her, Miley had never felt so vulnerable. Still waiting for him to come, Nick just shook his head as if it was his first time and not hers.

"I can't…I'm sorry." He stuttered, then unlocked the door and rushed out of the room, leaving her on bed.

Miley could feel the tears coming this time and she didn't stop them. Had I done something wrong? He left me here. Without a second thought, she buttoned her top back up and grabbed her bag from underneath her bed and started packing.

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Oh yeah, I'm thinking of carrying on Stargirl! If any of you have read it, check it out please!

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