All through the rest of the day, Miley had her eyes on the clock; counting down the time that she had to become face to face with Liam again. She was sat in history, not paying much attention to what the teacher was saying. She watched the hands move around the clock, until finally it read quarter past three. Miley closed her eyes tight. It was now the end of school, and she now had to face Liam. Everybody started packing up what their stuff and started to walk out of the classroom. It all seemed a blur to Miley, she wasn’t paying much attention; she didn’t even notice Taylor walking beside her. Miley turned left when she reached the door instead of the usual right. "Hey Miles, where are you going? You need to come back to mine to take you’re stuff back home," Taylor said as she tapped Miley’s shoulder’s. Miley turned back to look at Taylor. "Oh! Erm, I need to go and pick some stuff up, so I’ll come round later, okay?" Miley told her as she turned around again before Taylor had a chance to reply. Taylor didn’t question her; she started making her way to the entrance to meet up with everyone else. Miley however, started her way to the back entrance which no body even used. Hopefully. Her breathing quickened with each step she took because she knew that each step led her closer to Liam. She finally reached the back doors, but before she opened them, she wiped her sweaty palms on her jeans. "Here I go," She breathed as she pushed open the doors. Sure enough, the only person <b>…</b>
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