Demi was the well renown good-two-shoes of her high school. Straight A's and not a blemish to her record, she was well liked throughout. Nick, on the other hand, was the notorious bad boy. He smoke, pot and cigarettes, and drank a lot. He wasn't known for liking relationships, but he can't be held accountable. He has had a rough life. His dad left the picture when he was little and his mom is an alcoholic. So he kind of fends for himself.
They're currently in History class when the teacher assigns a project and picks groups for them. Demi and Nick were paired together and were given the topic of Civil Rights Movement. She bit her lip shyly as she looked around, finding Nick with his head down on his desk.
- girl is the queen b of the school, she orders everyone around and she practically runs the place, so in her science class she is so not happy when she gets paired up with the schools rebel, who also likes bossing everyone about. they can't even look at eachother without arguing, so how the hell are they supposed to do a six week project together? in the middle of a heated argument, the sexual tension between them gets too much and they pretty much end up making out in an empty classroom, leaving them both so confused. was it just a heat of the moment thing - or did that kiss actually mean something?
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Miley walked into Chemistry, her heels clicking against the tile floor of the classroom. Today, they were doing a lab and Mr. Henderson was choosing partners. Slowly, one by one, all of the friends she had in the class were paired up with other people and the last person left was Nick Jonas. The assshole. She rolled her eyes and grabbed her pencil and packet, walking back to their lab station. Why, of all people, did she have to be with him? He was horrible. She could just tell that he was going to make her life a living hell. Everyone knew they were rivals, because they were both trying to be the head hancho.
I'M SO FUCCKING EXCITED YOU HAVE NO IDEA I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR SO LONG OMDASKJFHV IDUA;LD I'M SO CLOSE TO THE STAGE AND MY AUNT MIGHT GET ME M&G PASSES HOLYYYY SHIIIIIIIT I'M GONNA DIE F;KJBAWFKB
Nick had no idea what he had with Joe. All he knew was that whenever Joe needed him, he was there. And whenever he needed Joe, Joe was there. They were friends, that was a definite, but there was something more there. Not only were they behind-closed-doors bed buddies, but Nick felt like they were getting closer and closer to a relationship. He could be totally fooling himself, seeing as how he was madly in love with the boy, but he had no intentions of showing it, since Joe acted like it was just a physical relationship.
Nick was sitting in his apartment, casually eating ice cream. Joe had texted him saying that he was coming over and Nick knew that meant one of two things: he was horny, or he got in a fight with Demi. He stood up, putting his icecream away before sitting back down and rubbing his shirtless torso, his eyes glued to the television.
Miley was out at a club with her best friend of all time, Nick. She wore a skin tight, maroon leather dress {like the one she's wearing in the set at the bottom} with black pumps. She downed another shot of tequila and was tripping over her self by this point. Nick kept telling her that they should go home, but she didn't want to, not now. Finally, she felt herself being carried out by Nick, sighing heavily when he plopped her into the car. "I'm f-fine Nicky!" She slurred, pouting up at him sadly.