Important Note: So, before I start… I would like to inform you that this story has a quite different plot so yeah; I'm not going to stick religiously to the storyline of the series. I'm telling this now: in this story, Hannah Montana doesn't appear/exist – so it's just simple Miley Stewart; and Jake Ryan, still a famous star, just moved in. And oh yeah, they're seniors. This note may appear highly annoying but I'm telling this now to avoid any flamer who'd want to have things to throw at me or to avoid any confusion people may encounter while reading. (Sorry, guys, I'm just new to the whole making a Hannah Montana story)
Disclaimer: Nope. Hannah Montana isn't mine.
Major Jiley and Loliver overload!
The Other Side
Newest Kid – Jake Ryan
[Jake's POV
"Were here, Jake," Joe, my chauffer and friend, said as we pulled over in front of a building. I looked out and sighed. This building is Sea View High School, the first ever school I'm every going to attend.
You might be wondering why a grown up 17-year-old guy (well, I'm turning eighteen soon) would be attending my first ever school now. Well, you see, I'm Jake Ryan – actor extraordinaire!
Okay, so now you get the whole going-to-school-for-the-first-time scenario; it's because I'm home-schooled for ages since I'm building up my acting career most of the time – being absolutely famous comes as a bonus for all that hard work.
You know, now that I got to talk about me being famous, I must tell you that I get a lot of comments that I'm just like a young Tom Cruise – rich, famous, hot, making girls everywhere swoon, and sexy and all that crap – I'm just with dirty blond hair.
Well, quite frankly, I'd have to argue with that! I'm much more handsome and irresistible!
"Jake," Joe repeated again since I didn't respond the first time and I must have looked like I zoned out since I've been thinking about this whole thing. I looked at him and saw that he was smiling at me, you know, the warm fatherly smile with his graying eyebrows raised.
I smiled back and I felt more confident. I'm used to Joe's smiles like that since my parents are actually never around and Joe's all I ever had and his wife Augusta, who's our caretaker and my old nanny when I was little. She's a little old, just like Joe, but instead of graying hair, her hair is a vibrant red color whit a little white hair here and there. She's short and plump – kinda reminds me of Mrs. Weasley from the novel, Harry Potter, you know that dude with a scar and a crazy lunatic of a wizard out to get him – I like that book series a lot.
I've never actually had friends since I've got a lot to do, filming, endorsing and stuff. I star in the popular TV series, Zombie High, and I lived in the city so that I'll be close to the studio and all. And I'm home-schooled since I could remember. It's cool but then I get to hear my parents fight most of the time, most of the time being the only time when both of them are home.
I think that's probably the reason why they sent me here to live in our beach house in Malibu with Joe and Augusta and attend a regular public high school like the rest of the children in the world. Mum doesn't want me to see them fighting and screaming and seizing every piece of china they could get and throw it at each other with all their might, since she said it isn't good for me or something. I don't mind actually, they're at it all the time.
Hmm, I wonder why I still didn't get squashed by the piano or the refrigerator.
Anyway…
My Dad agreed with her. Whoa, that's something you don't get to see everyday! I guess he just wants me out of his hair. He said I need to focus more on my studies so I could run his business properly (he always put emphasis on that) when I graduate. It's a thing about my Dad; all he cares about is business and making more money than spending time with his family.
He hates me because he said all I care about is my hair and my good teeth and being a pretty boy, and not being a real man – real man being caring about money and making more money, just like him. I'm not really like what he believes I am, I do care about something other than my looks, like being a writer of literature someday (yeah, I know, shocker), I just – come out good-looking all the time. And you shouldn't curse somebody just because they're really handsome.
And they both said I need to live the normal life so I won't be weak and all (it's my Dad who said that, my Mom just agreed though not knowing what he meant by it). Frankly, I think they're right at some point but really, I don't know anything about normalcy. I film a series where I fight Zombies, for crying out loud! And I've been pretty much alone my whole life and all I've had for company are people who hang out with me because I'm famous or because it's all about publicity – I've no REAL friends and no functional parents… how am I supposed to know anything? It's like sending off a warrior to fight an army of people without training and weapons!
I am not even a warrior to start with! And…
I am nothing but normal!
See, Harry Potter and I share something in common other than having girls chasing after us because of fame and title – I feel your pain dude! Well, except for the crazy murder plot and everything. Oh well…
That is why I'm really thankful for having Joe and Augusta with me. They have no children so they treat me like the son they never had. Joe taught me more than my Dad's time spent at home. He taught me baseball, basketball, and how to drive a car. Heck, he even taught me how to punch and fight so I won't be sissy and all. Not to mention all the life lessons he taught me.
Augusta on the other hand, she cooks really, really well. She taught me how to cook… yeah, yeah… I cook. She's also the one who got me into literature. She's a sucker for books. When I was young, she used to be the one to tuck me in and read me bed time stories (which is usually Hamlet and other Shakespeare works instead of the whole fairy tale affair kids my age would usually get – yeah, I know, tragic) while my mother was off partying somewhere.
So all in all, Joe and Augusta was more of a parent to me than both my real parents were. And that's as normal as I could get… theorizing everything they teach me so if the chance to use them comes (like now), I'd be ready.
I stepped down from the limo and stared down at my sneakers. I heard Joe drive off and I became even more nervous. Joe's only driving me today since I still don't know the place. Tomorrow, I'd be driving myself to school in the car my dad sent me. I'd be happy, excited even (I mean, who isn't going to be? It's a car… I'm a guy), if it wasn't a disguised thank you gift since I won't be around to bug the hell out of him anymore. Sheesh, such a loving father. Not!
I wish I'd had a better family and a better normal, fame-free (I do enjoy being famous since it has its perks, but eventually, it gets old and annoying), paparazzi-free, life.
I sighed deeply before looking up, straightening my designer green shirt. I slung my backpack over my shoulder and sighed again. I do that a lot, don't I?
Come on Jake, you can do this! You beat the crap out of zombies and all other creatures of the dark! Oh yeah – that's scripted!
I'm used to living a scripted life. For example: if fans approach, just smile. If reporters ask about life at home, say it's perfect. If you're endorsing some crappy tasting soup, say it's absolutely delicious.
But if someone says you're going to tackle high school like a normal teen when you're actually a famous someone who lives in the grandeur of fame and riches all his life, what do I do?
I started walking. People everywhere! Some are horsing around, playing with a football. Some were just talking about things that are nasty and horny or some other topic only they would get (like some weird galaxy they 'live' in based on a show or a video game) or topics that are so intellectual you're going to give up on eavesdropping. Some were scribbling away in their notebooks, books open in front of them. Others were sneering and others, not minding at all.
I was passing some girls who were busily gossiping, their conversations full of words like 'like', 'really', 'so' and 'ew', one girl had a glossy girl teens' magazine in hand. I noticed it at once since I was the cover for this month. The girls looked at me for a while. The next thing I knew, the magazine was left lying on the ground since the girls had the real thing standing in front of them.
"Jake Ryan!!!"
In no less than a second, I had a pack of girls clinging on both sleeves of my green designer shirt. I flashed them my million-dollar smile and they sighed dreamily. Yep, I'm strutting my looks five minutes into the building. What's new?
"Excuse me, make way," I heard two girls in short skirts and high heels say. They must be part of the so-called upper class in high school.
The girls around me started grumble as they were shoved to the side.
"We're popular," the two said with so much confidence it almost beat my ego. They stopped for a while and looked at each other with a smile.
"Ooh… tss!" they said, touching the tip of their index fingers like it was sizzling hot or something. It was so comical that I had to smirk.
"I'm Ashley," said one of them. She must be Chinese or something since her eyes were almond shaped. The other one shoved her to one side and introduced herself a little more arrogantly (hidden in fake sweetness, of course) than the Ashley girl did – her name was Amber.
The other girls followed suit and started introducing themselves to me. Though their name sounded like blurs more than anything to me.
I just smiled back at them.
"Ladies! Ladies! A little order please," I chuckled, "Don't worry, I'll be back. I just need to go to the principal's office – now could anyone show me where it is?" I asked with a smile. In an instant, I felt myself being steered away to the principal's office.
The principal's secretary's mouth dropped the instant she saw me and she led me into the office, gazing at me like I'm some Greek god or something. I just smiled back at her awkwardly and her expression changed into something that says 'that's the best thing that ever happened to me'.
"Welcome, Mr. Ryan," I turned around to face the principal. He's completely bald but had a mustache and a beard. He reminds me of that principal in the movie She's the Man – the one that sings the funny welcome song – yeah. I wonder if he'll do the same.
A brass plate on his desk says he's Mr. Sullivan. I smiled at him. He placed his hand on my shoulder. "Our new celebrity," he said happily. I just continued smiling, not knowing what else to do. What am I supposed to say? "Oh, yes… that's me, your new celebrity,"… that's so – lame.
"Well, I just wanted to welcome you to our school. I do hope you won't be disappointed. Well, after all, it was home to some known people," he said, puffing his chest out proudly. The next five minutes was spent on enumerating those said people. I just kept nodding and occasionally acting amazed. I mean, I can't be rude and not listen to the old man rant about guys I don't know.
"… I think that's all, here's your class schedule and your locker assignment," he said, handing a piece of paper to me. I stared at it for a moment, I had homeroom first.
"Our lockers here might be a little too small for your liking so I sent Tim, that's our janitor, to fix that problem in a jiffy," he said cheerily. I just nodded and smiled. How would I know what to say? I never had a locker before. And so what if it's small. It's not like I'm going to stuff a dead body in there or something.
I went out and made my way to my locker. I looked up to see that a pretty brunette girl was shouting something at her blonde companion. Both of them looked really pissed, not at each other, but about something.
"Er – excuse me, it this locker 109?" I asked, pointing to a locker behind them. Both of them turned to me and their eyes widened considerably and then shifted into some other emotion. The blonde one's eyes turned all dreamy like most of the girls do but the brunette's flashed with anger.
I stepped back in case she attacked or something. Hey, you can't be too sure. Maybe I'm getting that murder plot after all. Yikes!
"No, this was locker 109 and 110. Just because you're a celebrity doesn't give you a right to hog other people's locker! What, can't your make-up fit in just one?" she raged, her cheeks turning crimson and her hair, pulled into a tight ponytail, bounced about.
I just stared at her, clearly in shock. I've never had a complete stranger shout at me like that and this was a teenage girl stranger! Usually, they just stare dreamily at me, just like the blonde one was doing.
"S-sorry, I didn't know," I said with all sincerity. I may like the whole effort the school was giving to welcome me, but I didn't want to deprive someone of something just because I'm famous. Hey, I'm not that cruel.
"Yeah, right," the brunette muttered, picking the box containing her things up from the ground.
"Come on, Lilly," she muttered. The blonde girl, Lilly, stopped staring at me and followed the brunette girl, having made to sprint after her since she was walking away fast.
"Miley wait!" Lilly called out to the brunette.
Miley
I stared at her retreating back, hair bouncing in rage and everything.
Usually, people appeal to my good side since I'm famous and rich and everything every people in this planet want. Don't get me wrong, I really appreciate it but it's so – fake and superficial and all. I mean, I get to hear how good I am or something all the time but then all they get to see is Jake Ryan, the actor… the star; never just – Jake Ryan, the real me. And well, they treat me like some idol they had to worship – I don't want any of that! Sure, it's flattering but – no thanks.
And then I see the pretty brunette, Miley.
She's not like everybody else. She yelled at me for getting her locker, insulted me then didn't accept my apology. No special treatment. And somehow, some insane feeling came over me – it felt nice, nicer than being famous and rich and handsome. It was different, nice and, I guess – normal!
TBC
a/n: tell me you didn't really, really hate it! It's just introduction… well, I hope you leave a comment; a well-rounded criticism wouldn't hurt since I'm really open for anything to improve my story since I'm still highly new to the HM fan fiction world.
