MILEY'S POV
I finished Cody's assignment last night and handed it to him this morning. He seemed pleased, although he hit me in the stomach, which really hurt. Still, it was better than the beating I would've gotten if I hadn't done it, so I guess it's a win-win.
I didn’t reply to Noah's text last night, and now I’m kind of regretting it. I wonder what he’ll do—he’d never hit me, right? He’s a nice guy... but I do owe him three hundred dollars. I’m so screwed.
I take off my glasses and wash my face, trying to calm my nerves.
“Don’t worry, Miley. Everything will be alright. You’ll be fine.”
“There she goes, talking to herself again like the weirdo she is,” Gabriella sneers as she walks into the bathroom, followed by Luna and Nessy.
I pretend not to hear her and wipe my face with a towel.
“Oh my God, what are you wearing? Are those supposed to be shoes?” Luna laughs hysterically.
I glance down at my shoes and then look back at the sink.
There’s nothing wrong with my shoes—I just got them. They’re cute. Even David said so.
“OMG, they’re so ugly,” Tiffany adds, joining in the laughter.
The bathroom door opens, and two girls walk in. It’s Grace and Lilith, the ones who were with Noah that day. Tiffany glares at them as they pass by her, Nessy, and Luna.
“Move, nerd,” Lilith yells, shoving me aside.
I hurriedly grab my bag and leave the bathroom. The tension in there is unbearable.
As I walk down the hallway, the scent of vanilla fills the air. I turn to see where it’s coming from and accidentally bump into what feels like a brick wall, losing my balance and stumbling against a locker.
“Ow,” I groan.
“I’m starting to think you’re obsessed with bumping into me, Miles.”
I adjust my glasses and look up. To my dismay, it’s Noah.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t see you there. If I had, I—”
“You ignored my text,” he cuts me off, his tone sharp.
Oh no. I’m busted. What do I do now?
“I did? I must not have seen it. I’m so sorry!”
“I know you saw it, Miles. Don’t play dumb with me.”
I sigh. I really need to work on my lying skills.
“What happened to your face?” he asks.
“What? What’s wrong with my face?”
“It’s bruised. What happened?”
“Oh, this?” I cover it with my palm. “I fell and hit a rock.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, but it’s nothing. It’ll heal.”
“Right…”
“Yeah.”
“Meet me by my car after school.”
“For lessons? I thought we were doing lunch and—”
“You owe me three hundred dollars,” he interrupts again, “and you swore to do whatever I say, whenever I say. Remember?”
Ugh, he just had to pull that card.
“Yes, yes, I remember.”
“Good. I’ll see you after school.”
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The Nerd And The Jock
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