LOGINI Hate High School
Liv’s POV I left Miley to quickly go get something from my locker since we weren’t locker partners promising to meet up with her in class. Funny how she’s going to be sharing a locker with my brother Jordan. I recognized the locker immediately when I helped show her to where hers was located and I wasn’t sure whether to tell her about it afraid it’ll freak her out. Last time she met my brother, it didn’t seem like they bonded great. I just think it’ll be better if she found out herself. Opening up my locker as I brought out some notes and checking my face in my side mirror hoping my makeup looked nice. Closing the door shut satisfied with how good I looked I heard someone call my name. Turning to see who it was my eyes lock on the one person I didn’t wish to see. My brother’s best friend and my ex boyfriend as he walked towards me with a longing expression in his eyes causing me to freeze in shock unable to move from where I stood. I wasn’t sure I was ready to meet him yet, even with how much I prepped myself incase I happened to bump into him. I couldn’t fully contain my emotions as i watched him walk towards me. This wasn’t how i planned for my first day of school to go. ******* Miley’s POV Home room had started but the teacher was yet to arrive. Everyone else in the class chattered on amongst themselves not caring about the teacher’s absence as I wondered if this was a regular occurrence for them. I felt a tap on my shoulder causing me to turn around to see who it was my eyes locking with that of a nerdy looking guy. “Hi” he greeted with a smile “Hey” “You’re new here aren’t you?” He asks “Yeah.” “I’m Spencer, welcome to Brixley high” he said giving me a polite smile. “I’m Miley, thanks”. “Spencer!” Liv squealed in sudden excitement as she ran to give him a hug as I watched them both in confusion. “Liv!” He shouted hugging her back as they both laughed happily. “Oh my gosh Spence I’ve missed you, how was your trip to England?” Liv asked in glee “It was okay, I can’t wait to show you all the pictures I took” he said causing her to nod in happiness. “Oh by the way Spencer, this is Miley. She’s my next door neighbor and she’s new here.” Liv introduced. “I noticed she’s new. We already had a short introduction before you came over. It’s nice to meet you Miley” he said with a chuckle causing me to smile. “Thanks and you too” The teacher eventually came in not long after and immediately started the class causing the discussions and chattering to cease as we began lectures. Lunch finally arrived as I sat down with Liv and Spencer at their special table. I notice Liv was very popular because we wouldn’t stop getting lots of looks and greetings from other students. The cafeteria was huge and students filtered about eating and chattering with one another but it also seemed that there were cliques. “Who are those people?” I asked gesturing to a group of students who wore football jerseys and cheerleading uniforms. “We call them jocks. They’re the athletes of Brixley high and they’re loud as fuck.” Spencer cussed out in annoyance but he wasn’t wrong because they were indeed loud for no apparent reason. “Look Miley, the status quo in this school is very much divided. Everyone has a place they fit in.” She explained while she ate her food. “Go on” “We have the freshmen, sophomores and seniors. Then we have the nerds and geeks, the mathletes, the theater and drama kids, the hippies and stoners, the goths and last but not the least the jocks and athletes” she continued causing Spencer to roll his eyes at the last part. He must really dislike them. “So where do you guys stand?” I ask “I’m part of the athletes and Spencer is a part of the nerds but we don’t usually sit with them. That’s why we have our own special table” Liv answered with a smile as he nodded his head in agreement to that. “Cool” I replied Liv smiled at me before I noticed her eyes trained on someone seated at the jock tables. She seemed upset watching him kiss a certain cheerleader who was seated on his lap. Spencer seemed to notice who she was staring at as his face crumbled into an angry scowl. “Liv are you okay?” I adore feeling slightly confused at her sudden shift in behavior. “Yeah i’m fine.” She replied but I could tell she was lying and watching that guy kiss and play with that cheerleader was seriously affecting her. What I couldn’t understand was why?. She suddenly got up and left causing Spencer to sigh sadly. “Spencer is everything okay with Liv?” I asked once more. “How should I tell you this” he said “Tell me what?” I asked in confusion “I think it’s better Liv told you herself, excuse me I need to go check on her” he said as he got up and walked away leaving me confused as hell.Jordan’s POVAfter the HospitalI don’t realize how close I am to losing control until we get outside.The air hits different out here. Warmer. Louder. Real.But my head is still in that room.His voice. His face. The way he said don’t push her away.I shouldn’t care.I do.And that’s the problem.Miley’s still standing in front of me, her hand in mine like it belongs there. Like it’s the most natural thing in the world.It’s not.None of this is.“This,” I say quietly, lifting our joined hands slightly, “is exactly what I meant.”Her eyes flick between our hands and my face. “What is?”“You,” I say. “Showing up. Staying. Not running when things get ugly.”My thumb brushes over her knuckles before I can stop myself.“It messes with my head.”She doesn’t pull away.Of course she doesn’t.“Or maybe,” she says softly, stepping a little closer, “it just makes you feel something you don’t want to feel.”I let out a quiet breath.“Yeah,” I admit. “That too.”There’s a pause.But it’s not em
Jordan’s POVThe HospitalI hate hospitals.I always have.It’s not just the smell — that sharp, sterile mix of antiseptic and something faintly metallic. It’s the silence. The kind that isn’t really silence. Machines humming. Shoes squeaking against polished floors. Voices kept too low, like everyone’s afraid to say the wrong thing out loud.Like if you speak too loudly, something might break.Or someone might.I grip the steering wheel tighter than I need to as I pull into the parking lot, the engine idling longer than it should.I don’t move.I can’t.Miley sits beside me, quiet. She hasn’t said much since we left her house, and I’m not sure if I’m grateful for that or not. Probably both.Because if she starts talking, I might actually feel this.And I’m barely holding it together as it is.“You don’t have to go in right away,” she says softly.I let out a breath through my nose, staring straight ahead. “If I don’t go now, I won’t go at all.”That’s the truth.I know myself.I open
Miley’s POVThe VisitMorning comes too fast.Or maybe I just never really slept.I’m staring at my ceiling, watching the faint gray light slip through my curtains, when I realize my chest still feels tight — like something is sitting there, heavy and unmoving.Jordan.The way he looked last night. The way his voice cracked. The way his hand felt wrapped around mine like he didn’t want to let go… but didn’t know if he was allowed to.This isn’t harmless anymore.It hasn’t been for a while.A soft knock breaks through my thoughts.“Miles?”Harry.“I’m up,” I call, even though my voice sounds like I’m lying.The door opens, and he leans against the frame, already dressed, keys spinning lazily around his finger. His eyes scan my face, and I already know what he’s about to say.“You look like crap.”I roll my eyes. “Good morning to you too.”He smirks a little, but it fades quickly. “You okay?”I hesitate.That’s all it takes.His expression shifts — sharper now. Paying attention.“…Jorda
Miley’s POV The Call By the time Miley got home with Harry, the night sky had turned deep indigo. Their mum was waiting by the porch light, hands dusted with flour, the faint smell of banana bread spilling into the air. For a brief, golden moment, everything felt normal again — like the kind of evening you’d want to bottle up forever. Harry and her mum fell into easy laughter as they unpacked his things, teasing each other about who snored louder. Miley sat at the kitchen counter, smiling into her mug of cocoa. It was the first time in months that the house felt full again — warm, loud, alive. Later, when Harry went upstairs to unpack and her mum disappeared into her room with a stack of laundry, Miley lingered in the quiet kitchen. The hum of the refrigerator filled the silence, and for once, she didn’t feel the need to rush off to the studio or drown herself in music. She was rinsing her cup when her phone buzzed on the counter. Jordan. Her heart did that small, famili
Miley’s POV Dinner with Harry Miley didn’t realize how much she’d missed her brother until she saw him standing by the arrivals gate — tall, slightly scruffy, backpack slung over one shoulder and that same easy smile she remembered from when things at home used to feel normal. “Harry!” He turned just in time to catch her as she ran into him. He smelled like peppermint gum and airplane air. “Whoa, slow down, kiddo.” He laughed, hugging her tightly. “You grew taller.” “Barely,” she said into his chest. “You just forgot what I look like.” He pulled back, grinning. “Hey, I Facetime! But seeing you in person? Definitely better.” Miley smiled up at him. “Mum’s waiting at home, but she said we could grab something to eat first.” “Good,” he said, ruffling her hair as they walked toward the parking lot. “Because airplane food is a lie. A scam. Pure suffering.” She laughed — the kind of laugh she hadn’t realized she needed. ⸻ They ended up at a cozy diner near the coast — one of t
Jordan’s POVThe house was quieter than usual. Too quiet. Even with Liv in the living room humming to a random pop song, and Scott somewhere outside fixing his bike, the air still felt tense — like something was waiting to break.Jordan hadn’t been sleeping well. Not since that day. Not since his father had shown up again with that same nervous smile and an apology that barely held itself together. He hadn’t even told Miley what was really going on. She thought his distance was because of school stress or the upcoming regional showcase. It wasn’t. It was the past clawing its way back.He sat on the edge of his bed, staring at his phone. His father’s last message sat unread. “Please, Jordan. Just come talk to me.”He wanted to throw the phone across the room. Instead, he pressed his palms over his face and exhaled.He didn’t get to do this — not after years of silence. Not after he left him and Liv to deal with the chaos on their own.A knock came at his door.“Jordan?” Liv’s voice was
Miley’s POV The night wind smelled of salt and rain. I sat on the cold sand, knees tucked to my chest, my fingers digging into the earth like I was holding on for balance. The waves were steady tonight — rising and falling like they didn’t care how broken the world could be. I hadn’t cried in hou
MILEY The house was too quiet. Not peaceful quiet — the kind that wraps around you and makes you feel safe. This was the kind that pressed against your chest until you could barely breathe. The kind that followed bad news. I sat at the kitchen table, the manila envelope from last night staring
⸻ MILEY If happiness had a sound, it would’ve been Jordan’s laugh echoing across the amusement park — loud, unguarded, the kind that made people turn to see who was having that much fun. “Okay, okay!” I squealed, clutching my stuffed bear as he chased me away from the ring toss booth. “I said o
JORDAN I’ve done a lot of dumb things in my life. Picking fights, pushing people away, pretending not to care. But what I was about to do tonight wasn’t one of them. I wanted to do something for her — something that didn’t come from guilt or pride or competition. Just… her. The dance studio was







