This is the song that Miles wrote! 

I walked to Miles' apartment thinking about the soccer tryouts I just came from. I think I did a good job, I just had to wait to see if they wanted me. I knew I needed to get on the team if I wanted a scholarship for college. It was February already and I had only heard back from only one college, which put my nerves into hyper-drive.

I knocked on his door and within seconds, he opened it with a smile but it seemed forced. "Hey, I thought you weren't coming until later."

I shook my head. "Got out early. Thought I would surprise you."

He kissed me. "Well, I normally like surprises."

"But you didn't like it this time around?"

"Well, I have to stop by the studio." He chose his words carefully, making me worried.

Something was off with him. Ever since we played soccer a few days ago, he had been hesitant, distant, quiet. I tried to bring it up a few different times, but he never seemed to want to talk about it. Today, I would not let him change the subject. I needed to know what was on his mind.

"Mind if I come?"

He bit his lip in thought. Finally, he shrugged. "I guess not."

Before long, I looked at the small studio, waiting for Miles to come back out. He told me to wait here, that he would only be a few minutes, but that was 30 minutes ago. By now the sun had gone down and any hopes of going out to eat were shrinking. I had school the next day and I needed to get back soon.

I tapped on my leg to pass the time until I couldn't wait any longer. Without thinking about it further, I got out of the car and walked into the studio.

I heard Rodger's booming voice instantly; he sounded furious. "When are you going to tell Isla that you leave tomorrow for the world tour?" Rodger shouted at Miles behind closed doors.

And just like that, I couldn't breathe. My heart stopped as the words circled around my mind. World tour. Tomorrow?

I clasped against the wall as I tried to suck in a breath.

He was leaving me.

Tears stung my eyes.

He didn't tell me.

Did he not care?

Breathe.

I took another breath, as slowly, anger replaced my worry. I thought we had something. But he would just leave without a word. We dated for long enough, I thought he told me everything, but that was not true.

I wiped tears from my face as I took another breath.

He was leaving and he didn't even have the decency to tell me.

"Miles, you told me this wouldn't last, but you're dragging her around like your little pet. You said she was just a small-town girl and nothing more," Rodger said.

Fresh tears fell down my face. Deep down, I knew this would happen. My hands balled into fists. Anger, hurt, disappointment, sorrow, all fell down on me.

He would break up with me.

He never saw me as any more than a distraction.

He didn't love me.

I felt so stupid. How did I think he would love me?

I punched the wall, hoping that it would make me feel better. It didn't.

Miles didn't want me. He was just leading me on. I should have not even told him I wanted to date him.

"Miles, answer me," Rodger shouted.

My eyes shifted towards the sound of the voices. What would Miles say back?

"What do you want me to say, Rodger?" Miles shouted back. "I'm going to tell her."

"Then what?"

There was silence as I bit my quivering lip.

Rodger chuckled. "You haven't thought this far. Trust me, Miles, you can't keep this relationship up. Quit while you're ahead."

Rodger stormed out of the room, forcing me to stand up a little taller. We glared at each other, loathing the other.

He stopped to point at me, fuming. "You. I warned you," he snared and with that, he walked out of the studio's front doors.

Seconds later, Miles came out with a red face, either from anger or embarrassment. Maybe both. He ran to me with concern. "You heard?"

I nodded, not able to force any words out of my mouth. I wiped a stay tear from my face, as I stared at him.

He swore as he ran his shaking hands through his hair. "I can explain."

I shook my head, not wanting to hear it. It was clear he didn't want me. He didn't love me. He was already breaking my heart; did he want to crush it too? I didn't need closure, I just wanted to leave.

"Let's get out of here," he said and took my hand, but I shook loose from his grip. I didn't want him to touch me. I couldn't trust him.

"When were you going to tell me, Miles? You leave tomorrow damnit!" I shouted at him as I found my voice.

He stepped back with a frown.

"Did you just think you would just wake up and leave without telling me? Were you planning to just slip out of my life like I was nothing? Am I that boring for you?"

He shook his head, clenching his fists as his eyes welled up with tears. "It's not like that."

I put my hands on my hips as I followed him to the car. "Then please explain it to me. I'm trying to wrap my mind around it."

"Please let's get out of here?" he begged me as he got into the car.

I didn't know if I could stomach being in the car with him. How could I trust him?

"Please?"

Miles was leaving tomorrow, and there was no way around it. At least, this way, we would officially break up. With a shaky sigh, I got into the car and, almost instantly; we sped out of the recording studio parking lot.

We got onto the highway as he kept his eyes glued to the road. "I can't lose you."

His words seemed like a joke. Did he think I was a fool? He was leaving. He didn't tell me this. Of course he was going to lose me.

"I'm not good at distance. Never have been. When I found out about the world tour, all I could think about was you. I didn't want to tell you about it because I didn't want things to change."

I wiped another tear from my cheek and shook my head. I was stupid. I should have never gone into a relationship with a pop star. "And you thought I would be ok with finding out now? You leave tomorrow, Miles."

He got off the freeway. "I know, damnit," he shouted.

My stomach lurched. I felt sick. I wiped the tears from my eyes as I looked at him. He was a coward. If he had told me sooner, we could have made plans. But now he was just running from the facts. "You're ridiculous."

Miles hit the steering wheel in frustration. We were crashing and burning like a shooting star, plummeting to earth.

I laughed cynically. "You didn't think that I would care that you were leaving?" I shouted as he drove down the country road to get into town.

He glared at the road as he drove faster. He was going to get both of us into a crash if he didn't stop.

My hands gripped the door handle as fear and life preservation kicked in. I needed to get out of this car. "Damnit! Miles, stop the damn car."

On command, the rubber wheels skidded to a stop under a streetlight. No one was on the roads at 10 PM on a Tuesday late February night but I would be the first.

Finally, he was pushing me away, and I was letting him. If he hadn't told me sooner, it was because he wanted freedom and I would give that to him. "I'm done. We need a break," I said as I got out of the car.

Miles rolled down the window and frowned. "Isla, get back into the car."

I shook my head. "No. Miles, you and I both know you can't stay here. You don't belong in Redding, and I obviously don't belong anywhere else."

He bit his lip as his silence confirmed the fact, I knew in the back of my mind all this time, I was just a small-town girl, a no one, a distraction.

I brushed tears from my eyes as I sucked in another breath. "Go, Miles, go on that world tour. Be free."

He shook his head in silence. But that was enough of an answer for me. He wanted a break.

I sighed as tears continued to fall. "Shit, do I have to spell it out for you? Go, Miles."

He nodded and with that, drove off, leaving me alone in the street.

I watched his car fade into the fog of the night and pulled my coat closer to me. The cool dry night air hit me like small razor blades. With my phone nearly dead, I would have to walk home, but that could be fine. At least I could have a moment by myself.

He was gone and he probably would never come back. We were done. Over. I picked up a rock and threw it down the road and shouted. There were no words for how I felt. My heart hurt, my tears burnt, my breath couldn't find its way out. It sucked. I have been through breakups before, but this one hurt the most. I thought Miles was different; I thought what we had was different.

With each step towards home, I tried to convince myself I was ok, but I wasn't. He meant so much to me.

Breaking me from my thoughts was a car that pulled up to me. Rolling down the window was Isaac with a smug smile. "I never thought I would see you walking around the streets at night. Are you selling yourself to pay for college?"

I glared at him, hoping my face didn't look too puffy in the night lights. I quickly wiped the rest of the tears from my eyes and stood a little straighter, prepared for anything.

Not wanting to waste any time, I turned my back to him and continued on my way.

He parked the car and quickly got out of it, then ran to me. "You're going to talk to me when I ask you a question."

I couldn't help but shrink as he loomed over me.

"You know, it would be better if you didn't exist," he said and slapped me across the face.

I stumbled back as my cheek stung instantly.

He shook his head. "You think you're God on earth, don't you? You're so perfect. But I know you. You hide your secrets just like the rest of us. What about the soccer championship last year? Have you broken anyone's leg recently?"

"I have no secrets." No other secrets except the fact that Miles and I were done. "why don't you bother some other person? Why do you continue to bother me?"

"Because you're easy to bother."

I frowned as anger raced through my body. I had enough. I pushed him into a ditch of muddy cold water.

Isaac rubbed his muddy hands on his pants. "You're going to get it, Isla," he said as he walked back onto the road.

I tried to brace myself as he moved towards me. He would not stop, and I had to think of something quick before this got worse. Suddenly I remembered what Tristen told me during Christmas, 'no one forgets a video'. I pulled out my phone and turned the video on, barely able to hold it with shaking hands. But I trained the video on Isaac. The world needed to know what kind of monster he was.

He looked at the phone and frowned.

"Isaac, stop," I said as I tried to tighten my grip on the phone.

He shook his head as he took slow, careful steps towards me, like a cat to a mouse.

But I wasn't a mouse. I couldn't be. I just had to find a way to get out of this on the dark lonely street. I took a step onto the road to keep space between us. "Stop Isaac."

He smiled as he took another step forward. We both knew he could easily overpower me. He just had to take away that phone and destroy the evidence. "Or what?" He asked. "What are you going to do, Isla Maas?"

He was right. What was I going to do? I took another step into the road.

A car drove past us, blaring it's horn, making me jump, dropping my phone onto the ground.

Isaac ran and picked it up. "Who has the upper hand now?" he sneered as he stepped on my phone, shattering it, he then put it into his pocket, taking what evidence with him. He walked closer to me but stopped as another car drove past. His eyes followed it then shook his head. "You are nothing."

With that, he got into his car, and drove off.

I wiped tears from my face as I took a deep breath. I needed to get home but I was miles from there.

My eyes scanned the road to find anywhere to get help. A gas station was a little farther up the road. Maybe there I could use a phone.

I sniffled the snot from my nose and walked down the road.

The man behind the counter of the station did not ask questions when he let me borrow his phone. Mom answered within a few rings and was at the station to get me within minutes. She tried to ask questions as we drove home but I couldn't force the words from my mouth. My mind spun with the events from the evening. A lump in my throat was large enough to keep any words from slipping out.

By time we were home, I limped up to my bed and drifted off to sleep. In the back of my mind, I hoped this was all a dream that I would wake up from. Miles couldn't have been gone, Isaac really didn't beat me on the side of the road. This was all a figment of my imagination, right?