I know there's some confusion about why Miley was angry that Jake was at the door. This chapter clears it up, though!

OLIVER'S POV

I felt a surge of emotion running through me as I walked out of Miley's house. What emotion it was, I could not place. Anger? Longing? Shock? Confusion? I guess it was all of them.

But probably mostly nausea. Those taco chips from the party were not agreeing with me.

I don't know what came over me before, blowing up at her like that. For once, though, I think it was my brain doing the talking.

It's not that I don't understand why she's mad at me…I mean, Luanne did practically reveal her secret identity and ruin her career. So obviously she wouldn't want me hanging out with her, let alone kissing her.

But she didn't see the look in Luanne's eyes when she was trying to convince me that she's changed. She looked so…hopeful, and…sad. She really did sound sincere. And I'm gonna take her word for it.

On the other hand, why did she practically jump on me the moment that Miley came in the door? Something tells me that it wasn't a coincidence.

And what was that look on Miley's face when she first saw us? Believe it or not, however clueless I may seem to be, I'm actually an expert at reading facial expressions. And I saw what I kind of expected to see: shock and anger. There might have been something else, though. But I think I'm just seeing things. There's no way I could have seen…jealousy. Could I?

I'm probably just overanalyzing, though. I don't understand anything anymore. Especially girls.

Just when I'm starting to muster up some confidence that Miley might be just the tiniest bit jealous of Luanne, all my hopes are crushed once I catch sight of Jake walking by me, holding a bouquet of roses for her. I scowl.

How disgustingly romantic of him.

He glances at me and smiles his "I'm the perfect guy with the perfect life and the perfect girl to top it all off" smile.

I remember being forced to watch Sixteen Candles when I was eleven, because my mom and her friends were having chick flick night at our house, and I was bored to tears. I ended up watching the cheesy, girly movie, and ever since then I've hated those "perfect guys." Then it hit me. You know the guy in the movie, the one with the shiny moussed hair, the gooey brown eyes, always leaning against his red Porche. The epitome of the perfect high school crush. The simple uttering of his name is enough to make any girl swoon. Do you by any chance remember his name? Yeah. That's right. Jake Ryan.

Why is the world cursed with the presence of these supposedly flawless guys, who have all the girls falling for them, therefore leaving all the normal guys in the dust?

Because it's a cruel, cruel world, that's why.

I'm suddenly shaken from my thoughts when Mr. Perfection himself places a hand on my shoulder. "Hey, Oken. Can I get your advice on something, man?"

I'm a little bit surprised. Who knew that the man with no flaws whatsoever would need advice from someone as average as me? (Note the sarcasm.)

"Uh, sure."

"So, you know Miley. We, uh, kind of had a fight."

"Yeah?"

"Well it's stupid, really. I was busy signing autographs for my adoring fans, when she just interrupts! She says, 'Jake, we haven't hung out at all since you got here. Maybe we should go do something.' I mean, what am I gonna say? 'Yeah Miley, I'll just leave all these people waiting hopelessly for my autograph.' No way! You know, I really don't think she gets the whole celebrity thing. She doesn't know how hard it is!"

If you only knew, Jake Ryan, if you only knew.

"Well, you are a…" I cringe at saying it, "…couple."

"I know that. Look, I'm trying to make it up to her. You think she'll like these?" He gestures towards the roses. I roll my eyes and feign a smile.

"Yeah, I know she will."

Why is he even asking? He knows that any gift he gives a girl will be treasured forever. He's just asking for me to confirm what he already knows.

"Great. Thanks." He pats my shoulder and smiles smugly, walking away towards Miley's house. A few minutes later, I look back and see them off in the distance, holding hands and kissing.

I guess no guy can hold a candle to the one and only Jake Ryan.

Probably some of you already know about the whole Jake Ryan thing. But for those of you who didn't, it's not just the name of the character in Sixteen Candles, but it's also a term meaning "a perfect boyfriend." Well you'll see later on that Jake isn't so perfect after all! rubs hands together evilly REVIEWS MAKE ME HAPPY:D