Okay I'm officially the worst. But here's another update!

Miley POV

2 Months Later

Monday morning couldn't have come fast enough.

Sometimes I giggle to myself, reminded of the long mornings that I used to dread. The harp alarm on my phone used to elicit a groan from my lips, but these days, I'm already in the shower by the time it goes off.

You know when you have a crush? The one that teases you when he sees you, seeks you out when you're somewhere else, texts you when you least (or most) expect it? Those tiny little love affairs that live on the little moments? It's those crushes that make your alarm each morning the best sound you could possibly hear, because it means one minute closer to seeing him.

I live on those crushes. I used to think that being in a relationship would eliminate that excitement and anticipation, but a relationship with your teacher only enhances it.

Sneaking around your public high school is not the easiest. Sometimes it's the most exciting thing in the world, and other times it's scary as hell.

"Mr. Jonas, are you asking me to skip my next class? You're my teacher, shouldn't you be advising me not to do such things?" I giggled softly, fingering the crisp white collar of his button-down.

"Well, I haven't proven to be professional in the past. Why expect it from me now?" He asked with a teasing grin, brushing his lips against my tan neck.

"You know I have a test..." I whispered, moaning softly at his gentle kisses.

"How about I test you instead?" Nick teased, nipping my neck and eliciting a squeal out of me.

"Niiick, please. We can't do this he-"

The devastating sound of three knocks on the glass door of Nick's office quickly sparked my senses. I pushed Nick away, and he ran his fingers through his hair before hastily arranging the cluttered papers on his desk. The door creaked open, just as Nick handed me a stapled packet of paper.

"Here are the missed assignments for Erin. Be sure to tell her that I wish her a swift recovery, hm?" Nick remarked, shoving the papers into my hand.

"Of course, Mr. Jonas, thank you." I rushed out, turning towards the intruder- history colleague by day. "Morning, Mr. Peters!" I said brightly before stuffing the papers into my bag and turning for the door.

"Good morning, Miley. Now, Mr. Jonas..."

It seemed like there was always someone interrupting. To make things more difficult, my friends still knew nothing about my forbidden relationship, yet Mr. Jonas never failed to come up in conversation.

"Have you seen Mr. Jonas today? It's like this guy thinks he's going to a model shoot." Taylor huffed, gently banging her head against the bathroom wall. Selena groaned in agreement.

"Honestly, Miley, I don't know how you can focus in his class. I'd be dreaming about unbuttoning his shirt the whole time." She giggled, plumping her lips in the mirror.

'Why imagine it when you can do it the following period?' I thought wickedly, but bit my tongue. Nothing good would come of screaming to the world of my secret love affair with my teacher. Nothing good at all.

It had been two blissful months with Nick. Sneaking around had been difficult, but it was worth the paranoia. I started skipping out on Friday nights so that I could spend time with him, fibbing to my friends about a family night my mom had cooked up.

College applications were looming over my head. My dream school, Carnegie Mellon, had been exiled to the backburner of my brain. I was maintaining my grades for the most part, but recently they had started to dip. Badly. I hadn't told any of this to Nick, since I didn't know how he would react. For now I wanted to keep it a secret, you know, since I had been so good at that lately.

"Miles? Miley." Demi's voice chimed, breaking me from my thoughts. "I lost you for a second there."

"Yeah sorry, just have a lot on my mind." I hummed, grabbing my history book from my locker before shutting it.

"You okay? Nothing's bothering you?" She asked, looking over at me with a concerned expression. Her eyes held suspicion that I quickly ignored, plastering a smile on my face.

"No, not at all. Just college stuff, you know. Things I don't even want to think about."

"Ugh, tell me about it. If I didn't have legacy at USC, I don't know what I would do right now." Demi said, shaking her head. Ah, if only I was in her boat. The things legacy could do these days.

"You are one lucky chick. You would get in anyway though, regardless." I said with a smile, nudging her with my shoulder as we walked down the hall. The wave of people moved in front of us, honoring our statuses as seniors. It felt good no longer having to shove my way through the masses.

"Yo, Miley, wait up!" I heard my name being called. I turned around to see Mark jogging towards me with a sloppy grin on his face. I couldn't help but smile in return.

"Alright girl, that's my cue. Have fun in History! Say hi to Mr. Jonas for me." Demi giggled with a wink. I shook my head with a smile before turning to face a winded Mark.

"What's up, Mark?" I asked, looking up at his huge form looming over me. Mark was big, like really big. He was relatively short, but sure packed a lot of muscle.

"Listen, I know times are hectic right now, with college and all, but I was wondering if you'd want to do something with me this Friday. Nothing crazy, just a movie, popcorn. I promise I'm a lot of fun." Mark teased with a grin. I immediately felt bad for having to turn him down. I hated even more that I couldn't give him a legitimate excuse. I bit my lip, and looked past Mark's head to rack my brain.

It was then that I saw Nick, his beautiful form walking down the hall as every girl in the room stared in awe. He looked exceptionally good today, maybe because he was wearing the navy cashmere sweater I had bought him on a whim. It fit his toned chest and broad shoulders so nicely it made my mouth water. His brooding eyes caught me staring and he sent me a wink, before catching sight of the form in front of me and narrowing his eyes.

"Miley? Yo, Miley." I heard Mark say, as he snapped his fingers in front of my face. Shit, the guy asks me out in the most adorable way possible and all I can do is gawk at my teacher. I'm such a bitch.

"Sorry, I totally zoned out there. Um, well... you see-" I began, before being interrupted by an especially delicious voice.

"Mark, Miley." Mr. Jonas stated, clasping a strong hand on Mark's shoulder and giving it a squeeze. With the slight wince I saw Mark make, I was guessing it wasn't a gentle one.

"Sup, Mr. Jonas," Mark said, lending a nod in his direction before looking back at me. "I was just asking Miley here about her plans this Friday. What do you say, Mr. Jonas, think she should go for it?" He asked with a grin. Nick tensed, and I watched as the muscles in his jaw clicked. Mmm.

I quickly sent Nick a 'help me' look, silently begging him to get me out of it. He smiled at me before responding.

"You know, I'm not sure she should, Mr. Larenos. I happen to know of a missed test you have yet to make up. Maybe instead of making plans to date your classmates, you should be making plans to study." Nick stated, his eyes never leaving mine. I giggled under my breath as Mark groaned. He gave me a demoralized shrug before the two walked towards the door of Mr. Jonas' classroom. Before entering, Nick turned around and shot me a wink.

I rolled my eyes and walked over to the water fountain. I would need to hydrate if I was going to spend the next hour of class watching my painfully attractive boyfriend send me discreet, suggestive looks that made my heart pound. I took a deep breath, before walking through the door of Mr. Jonas' classroom. The bell rang just as the door closed behind me.

"Right on time, Miley. Unusual for you, but appreciated." Mr. Jonas said with a teasing smirk, leaning his muscular body against the desk. The class snickered as I rolled my eyes.

"I do have a life outside this classroom, you know. Can't mind myself with things like school bells." I retorted in a sing-song voice as I walked to my desk, eliciting a few chuckles from the class.

"Oh I'm sure you do." I heard Mr. Jonas murmur under his breath. I smiled victoriously to myself before getting situated. Exchanges like that were normal for him and I. It was like our secret way of staying connected, even when we weren't behind closed doors.

"Alright class, let's get started. Since we're on the topic of the Reformation, let's discuss the Lutherans, shall we?"

I zoned out after that. I had read all about that branch of Western Christianity during the summer, and probably could write a bangin paper about it. As much as I loved hearing the sound of Mr. Jonas' voice, I could use the extra time to think.

College, college, college. I frowned to myself, thinking about the C- I had received on my Calculus test. I thought I knew the material well enough to ace it. In fact, I thought I knew it enough to ditch studying in favor of seeing Nick instead. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

College, college, college.

"That's it for today, guys. Please hand in your homework on your way out." We were done? Already?

"Miley, if I could see you after, please." I heard Nick say. I met his concerned eyes and internally grimaced. I hoped he couldn't sense how distracted I was. I like to think I've mastered the focused poker face in class.

Everyone piled out of the classroom and I shuffled to the front of the class as Nick went over to lock the door. I had a feeling we wouldn't be doing anything particularly scandalous, but it was a force of habit.

He walked over to me and placed his strong hands on either side of my waist, leaning his forehead against mine.

"Something's bothering you. What is it?" He murmured, looking at me with those intense brown eyes.

"Nothing, it's nothing," I breathed out, closing my eyes and feeling the warmth radiating from his hands. "I'm just a little distracted these days, I don't know."

"Distracted by what? Not me, I hope." Nick asked with a teasing grin, concern still lingering in his eyes. I smiled pitifully at him, and shook my head, moving my head back slightly to stare at the wall behind him. I couldn't tell him. I wasn't sure what he would do, but I just couldn't tell him that I was beginning to fail my classes.

"No, no, just college stuff." I said with fake confidence. "Listen, my parents have a wedding they need to go to, and my brothers and sisters are tagging along. I told them I had too much work. What do you say, want to spend the night?" I asked with a cheeky smile, wrapping my arms around his waist. I couldn't do anything about my math class other than try harder next time. For now, I had an opportunity to spend uninterrupted time with my boyfriend, and I wouldn't waste it for the world.

"If you say so," Nick said with a cute, defeated expression on his face. "I'll be there. 6 o'clock on the dot. Now get to class, young lady."

I smirked and leaned up to peck him on the lips. He rolled his eyes before grabbing my waist firmly and giving me a deep, meaningful kiss. His tongue teased my lip and I moaned softly. He smiled against my lips, and I kissed back with a renewed sense of urgency, never quite getting enough of his delicious taste. He pulled back with a grin, giving me a gentle kiss on the cheek.

"Tease..." I mumbled under my breath, grabbing my bag from his tan, outstretched hand and hoisting it over my shoulder.

He laughed, and teasingly smacked my butt as I walked towards the door.

"Get to class, my little vixen." He exclaimed in his sexy voice, with what I guessed was a grin adorning his face.

"Whatever." I mumbled, walking out the door.

While I have your attention, I just wanted to let you guys know how much I appreciate your undying loyalty and support for this story. Seriously, the fact that some of you continue to write reviews, three years after I posted the first chapter, completely blows my mind. I still go back and read them when I'm feeling down and out, and they never fail to lift me up. Seriously, you guys are the best readers any author could ask for. BUT ENOUGH OF THE SAPPY SHIT.

I apologize profusely for these tortuous waits. They seriously suck. I can't say this story is always on my mind, but I promise I force myself to write whenever I feel inspired.

I think we can all agree that the world of Niley has changed drastically in the past couple of years, and sometimes it makes it easy to forget the time when I was writing this scandalous story, and everything was so young and innocent *sigh* But it's nice to come back and pretend nothing's changed.

Anyway, thank you so much for reading. I hope to be back soon!

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