~Chase
She was slurring her words like crazy, she wanted me to dance with her.
I shook my head, "Miley you can barely stand let alone dance."
She laughed god she laugh sent chills through me, "I is not as you think I am."
She tried to pull away from me but I held onto her wrist, "I think you have had enough Miley."
Someone was walking by and she snatched there shot away, it must have been something nasty cause she had a terrible look on her face.
She went to walk away from me, she took one step then fell to the ground.
I tried to catch her but I didn't move fast enough, she hit the ground hard. People stared as I moved her where I could pick her up. I lifted her with ease, but all eyes were on me as I left the room with her. There were going to be roomers like crazy tomorrow and she isn't going to like them.
I stared at her peaceful face while I walked down the hall, what the hell was I feeling. I have never felt this before, never I have always been the one to break the hearts.
I wasn't going to dare go in her room so I laid her down on my king size bed. I unzipped her boots, taking off her boots. She curled up into a little ball in the middle of my bed, I was so not sleeping on the couch. I changed into my sleep pj pants, god she was going to flip in the morning when she realizes she is in my bed.
~Miley
I could feel my head ponding, damn what did I do last night. I slowly lifted my head to see I had been lying on Chase's bare chest.
I just up "Chase what the fuck!"
He opened his eyes "well good morning, thanks for the thank you for not leaving you on the floor last night."
I screamed as I went into the bathroom slamming the door behind me, I started feeling dizzy and ran for the toilet. I had my head laying on the toilet, I thought I had been laying here for hours. Finally Chase came in to check on me, "you know you cant lay there all day I have been instructed to take you into town to get clothes for the uniforms we wear."
I chunked the roll of toilet paper at him, "I am not wearing a damn uniform! Go away!"
He laugh at me "its not techenally a uniform we have to get you some plaid skirts and black shirts and you probably have plenty of heels."
I groaned sitting up, "and what do the guys have to wear?"
He leaned against the wall, "nice jeans and a black button up shirt."
I groaned again getting up and walking over to the shower, "okay you can get out if I am going out in public I at least have to look good."
He laughed walking out, "you don't have to look good for anyone but me, Babe."
After getting ready I slipped into a pair of really short blue jean shorts and I put on a bright pink Hollister shirt with a black tank top on under it. I put my pink and white Nike shocks, then stuffed what little money I had in my back pocket.
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He Brings out the Worst in me!
Teen FictionMiley's parents have died in a car crash and stuck into a boarding school having to share a room with a player.