Hannah Montana, the pre-teen popstar, has always gotten what she wanted. It was rumored that her mother died and in comfort the "Honky Tonk Heartthrob" Robbie Ray Stewart, a personal friend of her family, stepped up and became her manager, giving her a new dream after her first had been broken. But what she desires now above everything else, something that she may be willing to work for, is to blend into the crowd.

c u in 5 mins, hannah montana. i cant wait.

JR

Hannah bit her lip as she stopped walking at the shack, staring up at the word 'Rico's' that was hanging above it. She had a feeling who this was. And if she was right, they were far from a creepy stalker.

If she was wrong?

She was going to regret not bringing her cell.

She slowly pulled down the hood on her sweatshirt and looked around. The only sound was the waves lapping at the beach nearby.

But then she heard someone behind her and spun around.

He walked up to her. "You came," He said with a grin. "I didn't expect someone like you to wander out alone to look for someone you've never met."

Hannah looked up at him. "You're forgetting," She said quietly. "We met once. Your movie premier. More than once, actually." She took off the sunglasses he was wearing.

He grinned at her again. "So you figured it out."

"It wasn't that hard," She said in reply. "Your text pretty much gave it away."

He slowly took off his hat. "So I put in a little too much information, huh?" He asked.

She laughed. "No, the perfect amount. Any less and I'd think I had another stalker. But, you're pretty close to one, aren't you?"

He rolled his eyes. "Of course you would think so. But don't blame me; you were the one to come to that movie premier."

"And I regret it every day," She said with a hint of doubt in her voice. "Jake, I don't want to try again, if that's why you wanted me to come down here in the middle of the night."

"Relax. I heard you moved in around here," He said with a grin. "I just had to see you again. If you don't want to try again, I won't ask. But really, if you ever do, please ask. After all, look at me."

"Yeah," Hannah said, taking a step back. "I'm looking...and I'm seeing an egotistic movie star."

"That's me," He said, the grin still on his face.

"At least you've come to terms with the truth. But really, why are you here in Malibu, Jake?"

He looked around. "It's nice. It's quiet. I moved here a while before you did. And then, what luck, you moved real close to where I live."

Hannah glanced at him. "How did you know I lived around here?"

He pulled on his jacket. "When you're as famous as me, you know everything."

"Of course you do," She said sarcastically. "Now, you must know why the heck you told me to come out here in the middle of the night?"

Jake put his hat back on. "Just had to see you again," He said with another grin. He started backing up. "No people are around at night, so don't blame me. If you want to point fingers at something, point them at fame." He flashed another grin at her.

"Don't worry, though. You'll see me soon." He turned and started walking the way he had come.

Hannah watched him leave. She stood there for a few minutes more, then turned and left.

monday

"What's everyone so excited about?" Miley asked, looking around. People were talking in hushed voices, and everyone seemed to be in an extremely good mood.

"You haven't heard?" Lilly questioned, turning to look at her. "Someone's transferring here."

Miley tilted her head. "So? I transferred here."

"But this isn't any ordinary person," Lilly said with a grin. "Take a wild guess!"

Miley raised an eyebrow. "Um, 'not an ordinary person' doesn't exactly give it away."

"Okay, here's another hint!" Lilly pulled a magazine out from her backpack and opened it toward Miley.

Printed in huge letters were the words 'Hottie of the Year', and an article below it.

"Tween Magazine's Hottie of the Year? They've already named another one?" Miley asked, blinking.

"Yep. And look who it is!"

She held the magazine up to Miley again, who began to read it aloud.

"'This year, the Tween Magazine's hottie isn't an unexpected choice. Star of the hit TV show Zombie High, Jake Ryan was voted for Hottie of the Year and won by a landslide --' Jake?!" Her voice raised as she stared at the article in shock.

Lilly glanced at her, a bit disturbed by her outburst. "You act like you know him or something."

She looked at Lilly, trying to think of a quick save. "W-well...who doesn't?" She said with a shrug, giving her a sheepish grin, laughing nervously. "Everybody knows Jake Ryan."

Oliver walked up to them. "Hey guys. You talking about Jake, huh?"

Lilly nodded. "Yep. He's going to enroll here at Malibu Middle for some reason - wow that must have hurt." She stared to Oliver's hand, which was bandaged up.

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Turns out it was broken." He turned to Miley, who was giving him a believably confused look. "At the Hannah concert on Friday, Lilly broke into her dressing room andbecause of her Hannah slammed the door on my hand." He glared at her.

She shrugged. "I said sorry," She said innocently.

"So what, are you going to press charges?" Miley asked, blinking at Oliver.

He shook his head. "Nah. It wasn't her fault. Plus if I told my parents I broke into her dressing room I'd be grounded longer then I'd have the cast on."

Miley inwardly sighed with relief. "Okay...back to Jake."

Lilly nodded. "I don't get why he came here; I mean why would he want to be in an ordinary school like ours?"

The doors to the school opened behind them and they spun around. All around them girls started screaming as Jake Ryan walked inside, followed by a few reporters and a mob of fangirls.

"I don't know," Miley said, looking at him with a doubtful look on her face. "But he must be doing something stupid."

For a second he turned to look at them both and flashed a grin to them. Lilly let out an excited squeak. "Did you see that?" She asked, turning to Miley. "He looked at us!"

Oliver looked disgustingly at her, with Miley giving her a bit less harsh glance.

"Why are you having a spaz attack over it?" She asked.

Lilly suddenly looked confused. "You act like you don't like him or something. What's up?"

Miley shook her head. "It's nothing. I guess, I just don't fall all over him like other girls." To prove her point, just as she said that at least 3 different girls jumped on him and bowled him over.

"Well...whatever. I need to get to class. Come on Oliver. Maybe Jake has the same class as us." Lilly turned and walked off, not even waiting for him.

He glanced at her. "It's disgusting how much they're obsessed with him," He growled.

Miley rolled her eyes. "Very true. I'd never sink that low."

Oliver blinked. "That would probably be a good thing. I bet you half of those girls are going to have a restraining order by next week."

Jake went down another hallway, the screaming fans following him. It soon grew quiet in the hall.

"Well...I've got to go, Oliver. Later," Miley said quickly, starting to walk off.

Oliver nodded at her, and watched her leave with an unreadable look on his face. A few seconds later he walked off as well.

Great. Jake's in my class, Miley thought bitterly as she sat down. He was a few seats away, and appeared to be reading that Tween Magazine of which adored him.

She turned to look at the teacher, who appeared to be staring at Jake with the same amazement as every other person in the classroom, but as soon as she did, her phone started vibrating.

She slid it out and flipped it open.

hey again.

id recognize ur face anywhere.

whatevr ur doing, u must b having a lot of fun.

;)

ur secrets safe w/ me.

JR

Sorry if this chapter seemed rushed. Anyway, everyone's been introduced. Now for the big question – What do you want to happen? Jiley/Loliver or Moliver/Lackson?