So, here it is! The prequel to Summer Romance, One-Way Crush! And for those of you thinking 'How would you keep us waiting like this?!' there's been a trailer up since the day after SR ended. And I still suggest watching it. It's one of my best trailers!
This isn't gonna be a very long story. Maybe ten chapters max.
Disclaimer: For any of my long-time fans, you know I've made it very clear that I don't own Hannah Montana. And for any of you not long-time fans, well, if you were long-timers, you'd know. Oh well, your loss. Well, actually, now it's your gain. Whatever! I just don't own it!
"And that's how I got nominated for an Oscar!" Jake Ryan explained to his new classmates of freshmen at Sea View High School. Every single person in the room, including the teacher, applauded him. All but one.
Miley Stewart rolled her cerulean eyes at the movie star. He hadn't arrived five minutes prior, and he'd already managed to top her list of 'Biggest Egos I've Ever Had the Misfortune to Meet'; and she'd met a lot what with her being the alter ego of teen pop star, Hannah Montana. And she hadn't even met this guy as her other half!
Finally, Jake took his seat (inconveniently located next to Miley) while Mr. Correlli tried his very best to start the lesson and still manage to stare adoringly at Jake. To Miley, that was even creepier than it sounded.
Jake looked over and smiled when he noticed Miley. She was cute. And not looking at him, he noted. Confused, he turned his attention back on the teacher.
"Hey, how's it goin?" he asked as casually as he could when Mr. Correlli had busied himself passing back papers. Miley didn't bother to raise her head from her notebook, so Jake guessed he hadn't spoken loud enough. He shrugged. It was her loss.
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"Oh my God, there's Jake! How's my hair?" Lilly asked later that day, worriedly running her fingers through her long, straight blonde hair. Miley shook her head disapprovingly.
"Why do you care? He's just a guy," Miley responded, staring disgustedly at the actor that had entered the hallway. His eyes caught her, and he nodded his head while sending her his signature gunpoint, to which she merely rolled her eyes and turned her focus back on unlocking her locker.
"He's not just a guy, Miley, he's Jake Ryan! He's like, the hottest teen celebrity in Hollywood!" Lilly explained. Miley gave her a look, making the blonde realize what she had said. "that's a boy!"
"Nice save," Miley praised, pulling a text book from her locker and attempting to fit it into her already over-crowded messenger bag. "And so what? The only thing that guy's good at is telling everyone else how 'amazing' he is." She sent him another disgusted scowl that he failed to notice. He was too busy impressing the crowd of girls with his stories.
"And that's when I said 'No Mr. Schwarzenegger, I'll be back'." Miley's lip curled up in distaste. That had to be one of the lamest jokes she'd ever heard; and she'd heard a lot what with her dad's and all.
She turned back around and removed a different book from her bag, now trying to stuff that in her jam packed locker. Boy, she couldn't wait til she was a senior! Maybe then she'd have developed magic powers that could store all her books in a magically enlarged locker!
"Hey, I'm Jake Ryan," the superstar introduced as he opened the locker next to Miley's. She groaned with this new realization, banging her head against the locker and ignoring Jake's puzzled eyes. This was her first in-between-classes trip to her locker, and she was just now discovering her new neighbor.
She turned to face him, her forehead reddening. "Did you not get this in homeroom? I. Don't. Care!" She ignored his extended hand and slammed her locker shut and walking off down the hall.
"I do!" Lilly piped up, shaking Jake's still offered hand. "I'm Lillian Truscott, but you can just call me Lilly. Or Lil, whatever works for you," she rambled to the still baffled Jake.
"Hey, Lil," Miley started, having realized her friend wasn't behind her after she'd stormed away and coming back to get her before she could demoralize herself any further.
"Yeah?" Lilly asked, facing her friend as she continued to shake the movie star's hand.
"Here's a twenty. Go buy yourself some dignity," Miley encouraged, handing her friend a twenty dollar bill before turning around and heading back in the direction of fourth hour. Lilly looked down at her hand and dropped Jake's. She scurried to catch up with her friend, her dreamy-eyes still glued to Jake.
"Well it was nice meeting you!" Jake called to the retreating Miley, who didn't even acknowledge him, again.
"You too!" Lilly called back.
Jake sighed, his shoulders slumping. A thought struck his brain and he pulled out his breath spray-the minty kind. That should do it!
Later that day, Miley was standing in the lunch line when he reappeared. People gladly let him cut in front of them.
"Hey, uh, I don't think I caught your name before," Jake started.
"Maybe because I didn't give it to you," she pointed out sarcastically with a tight smile, refusing to turn and look at him. She grabbed a stale bun from the pile and added it to her tray. She sighed, turning reluctantly to face him. "Miley." She turned back around and held out her tray for Pat to plop what she claimed to be meatloaf on to it. Miley stared with repulsion at it before moving down the line.
"Cool name. Does it mean something?" he asked in a pathetic attempt at making conversation. As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized how stupid he'd sounded. Miley wasn't exactly a foreign name. It just wasn't a popular one.
She rolled her eyes. This guy definitely wasn't the brightest star in Hollywood. "Yeah, it means get out of my face," she answered with her usual attitude. His persistence was one of the most annoying things she'd faced on this planet, save for her brother.
"Wow, that's kinda sad," he joked with a nervous laugh. She glared at him with a look much like he'd been giving her at her locker earlier, walking over to the table that Lilly and Oliver were already at. Jake stared disbelievingly at her. How could someone so cute be so very, very harsh?!
For the rest of the day, Jake's mind was stuck on the girl. She appeared not to like him, but why? He was still contemplating her as he waited for his limo to arrive after school.
A car pulled up, and Miley-who had managed to sneak past him without him realizing-ran over to it. A man (most likely her father) handed her a small light blue nylon drawstring back sack with the word Cheer written in yellow across the front. She muttered something and shut the door. It seemed as though she didn't see Jake standing there, pondering this little bit of confusing information, while she ran past him into the school. Her hands were already twisting her hair into a high ponytail.
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"Yeah dad, I'll call you when practice is over," she assured, shutting the passenger door again. She ran back into the school, pretending not to notice the nuisance of an actor staring after her. How could someone really miss him though? His head could be seen from space!
"You're five minutes late," Casey announced when Miley bolted through the gym doors only a few minutes later. Wow, only five minutes?
"Sorry, I forget my change of clothes and had to call my dad to have him bring them," she explained, already across the gym and by the bleachers where the squad sat lazily. Her face reddened a shade when she realized they'd all been waiting for her.
"I don't get it." Heather, the blonde airhead of the Sea View High Cheerleading Squad, stated airily. "Why are we already settling on one routine when we still have like, a month or something until regionals?"
"So that we can spend the next five weeks," Casey liked stressing their time limit so that everyone was prepared, "perfecting it." Her tone had every right to sound exasperated. This had to be at least her fourth time explaining it.
"We're still never gonna win," Claire, the jealous captain-wannabe stated. "We aren't being original enough."
"Maybe we could add another herkie!" Heather suggested. The whole squad looked at her. "What?" she asked innocently, setting the nail file she had just picked up back into her lap and looking around. Her ignorantly wide blue eyes held no sense of intelligence.
"What if we tried singing the song instead of just playing it over the radio," Miley suggested. Casey looked at her with an unreadable expression.
"Who in this school could do that?" Jessie, the smart, straight A junior, asked. "No ordinary high school girl could possibly have enough lung capacity to be able to sing a three minute song and do a cheer routine at the same time."
Miley smiled. Little did they know, she wasn't an ordinary girl.
Ok, so I'm hoping Jake came off as totally arrogant and pretty clueless, and Miley came off as the pissy hater. Did you guys get that from here? Please review! It makes me smile!
Luv Wendy! :)(: