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Chapter Three

Author: doyeen_writes
last update publish date: 2025-08-16 23:51:55

The Hating Game

Miley’s POV

Liv and I were on our way to the mall. Ever since we met each other and we exchanged numbers we actually hit it right off. She’s sweet, quirky and funny. She was able to crack my tough little heart and found a way to make me less anti social around her. Her energy was very positive and contagious that it was hard acting nonchalant with her. She made it easy for me to be her friend and I adored her for it.

I needed some things for school and she offered to tag along with me to the mall so we could get them together. “Miley I can’t wait for you to start the semester with me at brixley high” she said in excitement causing me to dread it more.

“Honestly Liv, I love you but I’m freaking nervous. What if I don’t fit in?” I said simply

“Oh please you worry too much Miley, you have me. Of course you’ll fit in” she encouraged giving me a little hug.

“Thanks Liv.”

“So tell me, what do you think about this dress?” She asked holding up a white mini sundress in hand as I gave her a little smile. We were both in the dress section of the store as we took a quick detour from the stationary section to check out the new dresses that were currently being sold.

“It’s okay, I think it’ll look really nice on you” i answered.

“You think so? Let me try it on to see if it fits” she said excitedly walking into the changing rooms while I waited for her.

The speakers suddenly started playing a classical tune which immediately took me back to the time when I used to dance ballet.

Back when I was a little girl, my dad signed me up for ballet classes and I was great at it. I even continued it until high school but then when the whole cheating scandal of my dad started I stopped dancing. He suddenly redrew from us and stop coming for my recitals and with that I slowly became discouraged because he was my biggest cheerleader and he no longer wanted to cheer me on to dance. It hurt when I finally had to quit dancing because I could no longer keep up with the steps since I was so out of touch with my parents.

“So what do you think?” Liv asked as she came out of the changing room and twirling around in her dress.

“It looks amazing on you Liv, you really should buy it” I answered giving her a thumbs up as she squealed happily.

“I am! Give me a second while I pay okay” she said as she ran off to remove the dress so she could pay for it while I waited for her to be done with everything.

While I waited I noticed him walk through the doors of the store looking breath taking as usual. It was the guy from liv’s house who was obsessed with rubbing his dog’s fur. The guy who looked amazing shirtless and seeing him up close completely took me by surprise. He looked great in blue low rise jeans and a grey sweatshirt with his hair fanning his facial features. He immediately noticed me seated on one of the chairs as his face looked surprised before turning into that of recognition.

Remembering what he did the last time, my anger resurfaced as I scowled heavily at him noticing the tiny smirk on his face at my reactions to seeing him again.

“I think I’ve seen you before” he said as he walked towards where I sat holding eye contact with me causing me to shiver. He was a gorgeous young man and I didn’t like how much I found him attractive because I could already tell that his attitude sucked balls.

“I think I would remember the guy that flipped me off” i answered holding his stare as his lips twitched at that seeming to find my confidence amusing.

“I had to, considering you were staring down my body like a creep” he continued giving me a smirk seeming to want a reaction from me.

I scoffed at that giving him an incredulous look. “Excuse me, I wasn’t staring at you like a creep” I defended.

“Seemed like you were darling” he teased giving me coy smile causing me to fume in anger at his way of messing with me.

“Don’t call me that! I’m not your darling and I don’t even know you” I snapped at him.

He just chuckled at that seeming to find everything I was doing fun. “You’re quite feisty. I like that.” He muttered as he pushed his hair back up from his forehead.

“Okay, since we’ve cleared that you’re a total weirdo who doesn’t know when and where to put on a shirt without drawing attention to himself can you please leave me now?” I asked feigning a fake smile causing him to smile coyly as he leaned in closer to my completly surprising me.

“Did you like what you saw darling? I know you did. I saw you drooling that night” he whispered with his pout lips not that far from my face causing me to push him away in vexation.

“Get off me!” I shouted in anger as he laughed at my reaction while my heart wouldn’t beating fast at how close he was to me.

Not long after Liv walked towards us as she stared at the guy in surprise. “Miley, how do you know my brother?” She asks causing me to snap my neck in shock to look at her.

“Brother?!” I ask

“Yeah. He’s my older brother, with just a year though.” She answered as I turned to look at him stare at me in mischief clearly enjoying watching me freak out.

“Hi darling, nice to meet you. I’m Jordan” he introduced flashing me a smirk.

“He’s a senior at our school Miley, how did you two meet?” She asks surprised.

“Oh we? I just came across her today and I couldn’t help myself but talk to her. She’s exactly the type of girl I go for. Skinny, pretty and very feisty” he said as he stared intensely at me causing me to feel some type of way. He wasn’t looking at me with mischief anymore but his eyes were filled with lust mixed with intrigue. I could feel his hard stares and it made me shiver in slight anticipation at what was coming.

“Jordan please, my friends are off limits.” Liv said cutting the tension between us that wafted in the air. He just scoffed at that as if he could care less shrugging his shoulders.

“Well then tell your friend to stay the fuck away from me, if they don’t want me on their radar” be warned as he turned to give me one last look before finally walking out of the store.

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