Miley Stewart, seventeen and quite the rebel, walked fast paced down the hallway of her high school to detention. As defiant as she was, she did not want to get stuck with Saturday make-up. The girl's least favorite teacher, as if she liked any of them, Mrs. Grisbol had given her the minutes after she "accidentally" set Francesca's eyebrows on fire. She honestly didn't mind doing the time. Getting back at that devil dog stealin' skank was well worth forty minutes of doing nothing. Besides, she knew it would teach her nobody messes with Miley's food.

She was absentmindedly looking down at her phone trying to text message her best friend when she collided hard with what felt like a brick wall. The impact knocked her down, but the stranger was still standing. Without bothering to look at who it was she scolded them.

"Sweet Jesus you elephant. Watch it next time!" Miley looked up after brushing herself off only to realize it was a girl smaller then her, and clearly she wasn't from around here. Her clothes are up beat and loud with many accessories. Something you don't normally see people wearing in Walla Walla, Washington.

The girl was surprised at Miley's reaction, considering she had every intention of apologizing sweetly and carrying on. No way could she do that now, who the hell does this whack job think she is? "Elephant? It's not my fault you're so damn weak. Next time why don'tcha try to stay standing, or did your big head weigh you down?"

Miley was too hung up on the strangers response to answer right away. Nobody ever talked to her like that. Usually if her victims dared to say anything, it would only be a mutter of an apology, followed by a quick getaway.

"Whatever, newbie. I don't have time for this." She was still too puzzled to think of something smooth to say, and was already as late as it is for detention.

The "elephant" girl, who was nowhere near as large, but considerably as cute as one, remained there for a little while longer staring where the rude stranger was previously standing, before turning the other way to leave.

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Miley walked out of detention to meet her best friend. She was still stuck thinking about the newbie, though. It baffled her that somebody had the nerve to speak to her that way. As she neared the parking lot, she was met with Lacy Thomas leaning against her car waiting to give her a ride.

"Hey psycho, hop in."

"Lace, is my head big?"

"Yep. All those devil dogs must go straight to it. Either that or it's your ego."

"Shut up. And I didn't even get to eat my devil dog today."

"Yeah, I heard. Seriously Miles, you took off the girls eyebrows."

"Hey, Franny should've known better then to touch my food. Besides, that Bunsen burner was calling out to me. 'Do it, Miles. She ate your devil dog. Do it...' Had to teach her a lesson."

"Whoa I knew you were off the wall, but Bunsen burners talking to you? And Miley, you keep your books inside of my locker so you can fill yours to the max with your obsession. Now you know I don't like her either, but damn she takes food from you and now she has no eyebrows."

"Hey now, they'll grow back. Come on Lace, you know she had it coming regardless. For all the times she's put you down, that was nothing compared to what else I have planned for her."

Miley isn't half as bad as the cheer bitch Francesca. Honestly she isn't an awful person, just a little misunderstood and hard to handle. Lacey, whom Miley's known since the First grade, is the only one who can deal with her. When the girls were in first grade, Miley was crying because a girl had taken her devil dog, big surprise there. Lacey went over and bargained with her that if she stopped crying, she'd bring her in five devil dogs the next day. They've been best friends even since, and just like Lace watched out for Miley when they were younger, Miles now watches our for Lacey.

As Lacey grew up she's learned to march to the beat of a different drummer . People make fun of her and call he a freak for being such a free spirit, but she simply ignores them. It's Miley who takes the offense of her best friend being made fun of, even though Lacey has told her it's no big deal. She's extremely protective of her.

"I told you payback isn't necessary. I actually really like the Peace Sign she painted on my locker. Well, besides the fact that she did it upside down, but that just shows her stupidity."

"Not the point Lace. If you don't want me to defend your name then I'll defend all of the other people she torments. Think of me as Robinhood. Take from the skank, and, uh, make her feel like shank!"

"Is it bad that I actually get what you mean? Anyway, you're acting no better then her. I know you're not really mean, but you totally come off as a bitch. Look at how you treated that new girl."

"You stalking me Thomas?"

"Hardly. I was at our locker and I heard a crash. Then I heard you yell at her, and you know what I heard after that, which I've never heard before? Except from your mother."

"Umm, I have no clue. What did you hear??"

"Come on Stewart I heard her talk back to you. And boy she is a funny gal."

"Shut it."

"Hey, what surprised me even more is that you didn't have anything smart to say back. Why's that?"

"Felt sorry for the hideous thing.." Miley was lying. In truth, she was too awestruck to retort. The girl's attitude came off as quite desirous. Lying to her best friend was not necessary since Lacey knew that she is attracted to girls, but the thought of admitting she might actually be fond of this girl was not comforting. "Can we go to Springer's? I'm feeling choco chip mint ice cream."

"Fine, but I have to drop you off. I need to pick my sister up from the library. And this time try not to harm innocent bystanders with your chocolate chips."

"But the big chips annoy me and he was looking at me the wrong way. How was I suppose to know it'd get stuck in his ear?"

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When the two girls entered down town Lacey pulled in front of the ice cream joint to drop Miley off. They said their goodbye's and Miley went inside. As expected, she ordered her chocolate chip mint ice cream. Despite her best friend's plea to not fling the bigger chocolate chips, she took her spoon and let one fly. It was too entertaining to watch her targets look around aimlessly not knowing what hit them.

The next chip was unusually big, so Miley picked her victim carefully. The target was a girl with long blonde hair and her back turned towards her. Miley figured it'd be a quick and easy hit in the back, but as she pulled the spoon back and let it go, the girl began to turn around.

"Oh, no. Newbie." She nearly whispered it before she heard the other girl yelp out in pain. "Damn my good aim," she muttered to herself.

The girl looked around trying to figure out what happened when she spotted Miley with the spoon and a guilty look plastered on her face. She made her way over to Miley looking very unhappy. Who wouldn't be after a direct hit in the eye with a chocolate chip?

"What the hell's your problem?"

Instead of apologizing like she really wanted to deep down, Miley responded harshly.. "I don't like the big chips, just like I don't like you."

"Ugh, you don't even know me." The girl was clearly annoyed, but her voice softened as she spoke her last word. Almost as if to try and understand why this stranger was being so cruel to her.

"Sure I do, you're Newbie." Now Miley was standing up, face to face with the girl. The urge to move closer to her grew too strong.

"Stop calling me that! My name is Lilly. Learn it."

"I save my brain space for important information, i.e. Not you."

"Right cause you have so little space inside of that gigantic head of yours."

"Watch it. I don't play nice."

Lilly stared at Miley thoughtfully for a moment before moving in close to her ear. "Well boulder brain, that makes two of us." She spoke softly with the slightest bit of angst, then walked away out the door without looking back.

Miley simply could not believe the nerve of this girl. She started towards the door while opening her phone and dialing her friend's number.

"Lacey, promise me you'll never leave me alone in an ice cream shop again."