January 27th, 2010. -- Miley toys around with her juice box, taking a sip and placing it back onto her desk before staring up at the teacher. She feels someone staring at her and turns to look at Joe, "what?" she wonders. "Nothing," Joe shrugs and turns to face the board. Miley rolls her eyes playfully and picks her juice box up again, toying with the cardboard a bit before taking a sip, feeling Joe's eyes on her once more. "Creep." "What?" Joe chuckles. "You're watching me drink juice. Either you're a creep of you're just jealous that I have juice and you don't," Miley smirks and places her juice box on the table again. "Yeah, that's definetly it," Joe says, sarcasm dripping behind his voice. Miley rolls her eyes playfully at him and turns back to finish her work; a few minutes later, she hears Joe clear his throat and she scrunches her face a bit to look at him. "So, uh. . . do you have a date for Formal?" Joe inquires shyly. Miley's widen a bit, but she quickly relaxes, hoping Joe hadn't notice her little face expression, "I. . . uhm," suddenly the bell went off and she snaps her gaze back down at her belongings. Without answering Joe, she scrambles to grab her stuff, ramming them together in a pile and pushing them inside her bag, and taking off out the door. She slips her phone out, speedily typing out a message to Demi before hurrying off to her next class, her heart rate going off the charts. She felt so bad . . . not only had she not answered him, but she ran away ...
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