Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Montana. Sorry kids, but I never will.

A/N: Okay so...this is my first Hannah Montana fic ever! Yeah. So I hope you'll enjoy it...and sorry if I made mistakes and ooc's and what not, that's my fault, not your eyes. Please review!!! Tell me what you think. It helps. ;) Now...Chapter one!!! Sorry if Chapter one wasn't the best, I promise it'll get better.

It was the beginning of the school day. Students at Seaview High School were stuck in their History class, talking amongst themselves before class started.

Miley Stewart was busily chatting with her best friends, Lilly Truscott and Oliver Oken.

"So, did you guys hear about the dance?" Lilly asked, assuming her friends knew all about it.

"No. What is it?" Miley asked.

Before Miley could get an answer, the teacher strolled into the classroom.

Mrs. O'Blair, the teacher strolled into the classroom and instantly the class was mute, as everyone got into their seats.

"Good morning," She said in her creepy voice. "Announcements will be starting."

After that, the loud speaker turned on and was greeted with a cheery voice.

"Good morning Seaview High students! We have big news for you all. May's coming around—you know what that means? That's right—May means we have our annual Masquerade Ball!"

Excitedly students whispered amongst themselves.

"Is this the dance thing?" Miley asked Lilly, who nodded.

The loudspeaker continued. "Since it's a ball, we would appreciate formal attire. So that means—girls! Dresses or skirts. And boys, a suit and a tie would be appropriate. We'd like to think of this as a sort of Homecoming. And by the meaning of Masquerade, we mean it! That means this is a masked ball, in which you bring your own dates. Also, bring your own masks. Of course, safety measures are also required, so we'll need to see some Student ID, thank you very much."

Miley and Lilly looked at each other, hardly able to contain their excitement.

"I've always wanted to go to a Masquerade ball!" Miley exclaimed.

"Me too. This will be so much fun. What do you think, Oliver?" Lily said, as her and Miley both turned to look at him. He was busily doodling in his notebook.

Oliver looked up at them. "Huh? Oh, uh yeah! Sounds great!"

"I wonder if someone will ask me..." Miley began, but was hushed by the teacher.

"QUIET!" Mrs. O'Blair commanded. "Now, for our lesson. I'd like to teach you some brief history of a Masquerade."

The girls (and some of the boys) in the class paid straight attention to how it worked.

Oliver; still doodling, concluded this:

A masquerade was when you dressed up in fancy clothes and wore a mask over your face. Kind of Halloween-ish, except more formal. Girls obsessed over what dress they were going to wear, what color lipstick was their shade, if they looked fat in something, and were willing to spend lots of money for an expensive Chanel dress (overheard by Amber and Ashley).

Suddenly something came over Oliver. He quietly raised his hand and asked,

"Uh, can I go to the bathroom?"

Mrs. O'Blair nodded quietly and continued on.

After class was over, Miley, Lilly and Oliver went to their next class period, unfortunately they all had different classes.

"I'll meet up with you guys later," Miley said. She headed to her locker to pull out her sweaty gym shoes.

As she opened it, something fell out. She held onto it tightly, excited, and took out her shoes.

Then she unfolded the note, and read:

You might not know who I am yet, but just so you know, it's hard to believe that you probably won't figure out who wrote this until the actual day of the dance. I wanted to know if you have anyone in mind to go with...reply by putting this under the trophy case by the blue doors before school ends.
Your secret admirer

Miley's heart leaped. A secret admirer...for her?!!! Now, back to the question. Did she have anyone in mind? But more important, who was this from? Miley secretly hoped it was from Johnny, her once-crush. Who knows...maybe! She had to ask him.

Miley practically ran down the hallway, and barged into the gym class, which unfortunately...ended up hitting her gym teacher.

"OUCH!" He yelled, his face turning red. "That's the fourth time!!! Miley Stewart—run 10 laps around the gym!"

Miley never got a chance to talk to Johnny, because her 10 laps took up most of the gym period. Once the bell rang, she was only on her 9th lap. She stopped, gathering her things.

"Stewart, I want you to finish those laps," Her gym teacher scowled. Miley sighed dramatically and continued to run.

AFTER about 9 minutes later, Miley was almost 2 minutes late to her other class.

Lilly and Oliver were there, who greeted her with smiles.

"Why are you blushing so much?" Oliver asked.

"I am NOT blushing," Miley sighed and exasperatedly took a seat. "Mr.StupidGymTeacher made me run 10 laps." She breathed.

She sighed again and closed her eyes. Then, 3 seconds later, they were wide open and she jumped off the desk.

"LILLY! OLIVER! Guess what?!" She exclaimed.

"What?" They both asked.

"I got a secret admirer..." She sing-sang. "And I have one idea who it is!"

"Um...okay. Who?" Oliver asked casually.

"Johnny!" Miley said happily.

"Johnny Collins...?" Lilly asked.

"Yep!" Miley replied.

"Sorry Miley..." Lilly said. "But I overheard that Amber was going with Johnny."

Miley's face fell. "...Oh. Are you sure?"

"Yes. Sorry. I told you there's something weird about Amber Addiction," Lily curled her lip in disgust at the name. "I've seen Johnny and her hanging out most of the time."

Well...Miley's crush for Johnny was out the window again.

"I should have known." Miley scowled.

"But there are a lot of other people who it could be," Lilly said. "Me and Oliver will help you figure it out." She winked.

"We will?" Oliver asked. He looked at Lilly and said, "Oh, yeah, right. I have an idea who it is."

"Who?" Miley wanted to know. She was dying of suspense here. But then she remembered. "Whoever it is wants me to write if I have someone in mind to go to the dance with...and as of now, no, I don't."

"Have you ever thought of Jake?" Oliver suggested.

"Jake...JAKE! Wow, Oliver, you're better at this then I am," She said, deep in thought.

Duh, Oliver thought to himself.

"Maybe." Miley continued. "I'll have to ask."

"Don't ask, because then he'll know you know...and it won't be fun. We'll just try to spy on him." Lilly offered.

"Meet me at my house after school." Miley said, really wanting to have a good plan for this. And she thought, maybe Jackson might be able to help. Somehow.

Class began once their teacher came in.

Lilly took out a sheet of paper and wrote something on it. She folded it up, and instead of passing it to Miley, she passed it to Oliver, who was dozing off pretending to read a book.

Oliver sat up, looked over at Lilly and the note. He pointed at the note, then to himself.

Lilly rolled her eyes. Open it! she mouthed.

Oliver unfolded the note.

"You might think you're slick Oliver, but I know for sure that the secret admirer is you."

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