Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana. I don't own Losing You either. Busted does.

AN: Sorry in advance for any mistakes.

Chapter 11: Losing You

Jake stood there, shocked. What was happening? He had no idea. One minute he was telling Noelle to back off, and now here she was kissing him—Wait, Noelle kissing him. What the heck and what was the noise? Oh no, Jake thought frantically. Who was it?

Jake snapped back into reality and shoved Noelle of him. He wiped his sleeve over his mouth. "What the hell was that, Noelle? I told you to not do that. I have a girlfriend!"

Noelle smirked at him. "Not no more you don't."

"What are you saying?" Jake asked. Did she plan this all out? She did, that scheming lying girl planned this all out. She must have had someone station near by to snap a picture of them kissing. It would be all over the news by the evening. Oh no, Samantha and Tyler would murder him. And Miley! This was not good.

"I don't think you have a girlfriend anymore, Jake." Noelle informed him simply. Jake shot her a hard look. He opened his mouth, but she cut him off to continue, "Because I am pretty sure I just saw her run down the hallway. She's the one with the long brown hair isn't she?"

Jake froze. Miley was here? Miley ran down the hallway just now? Miley saw him kissing Noelle! Jake flinched slightly as it sank in. She was the one that made that noise, when she saw them kissing. This wasn't good, not at all. Jake looked back at Noelle, who was standing there smiling as she watched him. Jake took a menacing step forward. "What are you saying, Noelle?" he asked in a dangerously low voice.

Noelle shrugged indifferently. "What I'm saying is that I don't think your girlfriend will want you after she saw you kissing me. Why else would she have taken off bawling?" the smirk was back in tact on Noelle's face. Jake wanted to rip that smile of her face; he wanted to murder Noelle right now. If Miley broke up with him…

No, he thought frantically. Miley wouldn't break up me. She loves me, she trusts me. She'll understand. Jake glanced up at Noelle one last time before he took off running down the hall Noelle said Miley just was.

Thoughts were swimming through his head. What was Miley doing there in the first place? He hadn't mentioned the movie to her yet; he wanted to wait until tomorrow night to tell her. But it was too late for that, who knew if there would even be a them tomorrow night.

Jake shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. Miley would understand. She needed too. You didn't understand with Hannah and Nick, what makes you think she'll understand now? A voice asked from the back of his head. No, he told himself firmly. That wouldn't happen.

Jake continued to walk down the hall, figuring out where Miley could possibly be. He came around the corner and paused. He let out a long sigh, there in front of him was another hallway, just as long as the other one. Jake shook his head and picked up his speed so he was nearly running down the hall. He needed to find Miley.

"Hey! You stop! No running in the halls." A gruff voice called out from behind. Jake rolled his eyes, but slowed down nonetheless. What was this? A school? Jake walked quickly down the hall.

"Are you deaf? Listen here boy, no running!" The voice yelled again. Jake spun around to see who was yelling. He turned and saw and older man standing a few feet behind him, he had a chiselled face and dark green eyes. His hair was greying and he was wearing over-alls. Jake assumed he was the janitor because he was carrying a mop with him.

"Sorry." Jake said curtly as he inclined his head towards the man before him.

"S'alright," the man replied in a gruff voice. Jake nodded and turned around to continue down the hall. He walked a few steps when the man called out again.

"Son, are you looking for someone at all?" The man asked.

Jake stopped short and turned around again. "Yes, actually I am. Have you seen anyone?"

The man nodded. "Yeah, I did. There was a younger lady just around that corner." He pointed to where Jake was headed. "I was mopping the floor when I saw her. Poor thing was sitting there on the floor sobbing, had nice blue eyes and long brown hair."

Jake's eyes lit up, the man was talking about Miley. "You did! Just around that corner you said?"

The man nodded again, "Yeah, just there. You know her?"

"Yes, I do know her. I was looking for her too. Thank you…" Jake trailed off, searching the man's shirt for a name-tag of some sort.

"Sheldon," he supplied, smiling slightly. "I'd go after her, fast son. She was a mess."

Jake nodded. "Thanks Sheldon." Jake gave him a smile before hurrying down the hall and turning the corner. Right around the corner sat Miley Stewart. Jake's heart stopped and his stomach dropped. He had done this to her.

Jake's heart broke that what he saw. There before him, sat his beautiful girlfriend. But she didn't look like his girlfriend at all. The confident, individual who stood tall with her head up high was crumbles against the cold floor her back against the wall, her eyes shut tightly tears escaping from then and rolling down her flushed face. Her lips were pressed together in a thin line, to prevent her from screaming out. Her hair was dishevelled, but even though she looked like she did, to Jake she was still beautiful. But then again, to Jake she always would be.

Miley seemed to have sensed his presence because she cracked her eyes open. Her once vibrate blue eyes were red-rimmed and swollen. Her eyes seemed dark and filled with pain. When she saw him standing before her, she stiffened.

"Miley," Jake whispered reaching for her. "Miley, get up please."

Miley flinched as Jake touch her and she moved back. Jake pulled his hand back as if he had been burned, hurt plastered across his face. Miley wanted to crawl into his arms, but she couldn't. She wouldn't fall into his trap, she had to be strong. He hurt her more than she could ever hurt him.

"Miley," Jake tried again as he cleared his voice. "Please get off the floor. Let's just talk about this."

Miley looked up at him in disbelief, "Talk? You want to talk to me?" Miley's voice shook as she started at Jake. "Jake you lied to me and you just kissed another girl and you want to talk?"

Jake squeezed his eyes shut. "Miley, it wasn't what it looked like, I swear. She kissed me!"

"Well, you certainly made no effort to get her off you." Miley replied, tears welled up in her eyes again but didn't fall. "You stood there and let her kiss you."

"I was shocked. I didn't know what was happening. I mean, one minute we were talking and the next she was kissing me!" Jake cried. He had one thought in mind as he spoke: That he wasn't going to lose Miley because of Noelle. He couldn't.

"How do I know you aren't lying to me?" Miley asked softly averting her eyes. Her voice seemed so small and sounded so lost, Jake's heart broke when he heard her.

"Miley, you need to trust me. I would never do anything to hurt you. I love you too much. Believe me Miley." Jake replied. He was watching her as she squirmed under his intent glare.

Her lower lip trembled as she spoke. "You said that before and you still lied to me. You promised from before that you wouldn't lie to me but you still did."

Jake looked at her confused. "What are you talking about Miley?"

"Were you ever going to tell me that you weren't a virgin? Did you ever plan on telling me you slept with Noelle?" Miley asked. The tears that sat in her eyes spilled over and flowed freely down her face.

"Miley, I…Who told you?" Jake asked, furious.

"It doesn't matter who told me Jake? You aren't even going to deny it? You lied to me Jake! What matters is you lied to me! You aren't a virgin Jake!" Miley cried loudly. She slid off the wall and put her knees up against her chest.

"It was Samantha and Tyler wasn't it? I knew I should have trusted them! They promised they would tell anyone!" Jake mutter angered. "It wasn't any of their business! This was between me and you."

Miley looked at Jake. "How could you say that, Jake? They had every right to tell me, since you obviously weren't! How long were you planning on keeping this from me?"

"I…I don't know. I couldn't stand to tell you Miley. You were so big on the no sex before marriage; I was scared that if I told you you'd decide you wouldn't want to be with me. That you'd leave me, that you wouldn't be able to look at me the same." Jake's eyes moved across the hall, looking everywhere but at Miley.

"You seriously thought I would do that?" Miley whispered. Jake didn't look at her. "Jake look me!" He reluctantly turned to her. "You seriously thought that I would leave you over something like that. You think I'm that shallow? I loved you Jake!"

Jake's eyes widened. What did she mean loved? "What are you saying? Loved me? You don't anymore?" Jake couldn't believe this. He couldn't lose Miley over this.

Miley looked at the wall behind Jake. "I…I don't know anymore." Miley said. "This is too much to take in. You never told me about the movie, Jake! You kept that from me. I come to your house and talk to your brother and sister, and find out that you have had sex before with a girl that almost cost us our relationship. I come here to confront you about it and I see you making out with her in the hallway! How can I trust you after you've done all that to me Jake?"

Jake shook his head widely, causing his hair to fall into his face. "Miley, you don't mean that. I love you Miley!"

"Don't tell me what I do and don't mean! You love me Jake? Do you really? You love me enough that you would continuously lie to my face? You love me enough that you would go around kissing other girls? Miley glared at him. "Were you planning on ever telling me?"

"About what?"

"About everything! You kissing Noelle? You sleeping with Noelle?" Miley replied. "Or were you going to keep that from me too? Just another thing to add to your long list of things not to mention your girlfriend."

"I…I was, Miley. I swear I was," Jake said. "I was going to tell you."

"When? Were you going to wait until I read it in some magazine, or until Noelle herself came to tell me? Were you going to wait after you slept with me to tell me? After we were married?" Miley fired questions at him, her hurt and turned into anger.

"No, Miley I wasn't1 I was going to tell you when the time was right." Jake answered uneasily. He didn't like were this conversation as going.

"How can I trust you on that Jake? I trusted you once and lied to my face. I trusted you again and you cheated on me. How can I trust you after this?"

Jake shook his head. This wasn't happening. Miley wasn't going to break up with him, he couldn't lose her.

"That's just it Jake. I can't, not right now anyways." Miley finished.

"What are you saying?" Jake asked, dreading the words that were about to come out of her mouth.

Miley sighed. "I need time Jake. You hurt me, you lost my trust."

"I'll gain it back, I'll do what ever it takes, Miley. I'll gain al the trust back." Jake cried he moved forward to wrap his arms around her.

Miley pulled her hand in front of her to stop him from touching her. "I need time Jake. I can't do this right now."

"No, no, no you don't mean that Miley. You don't mean that." Jake pleaded with her. "You can't leave me Miley, I need you. You're my everything; I can't breathe knowing you're not mine."

Miley gave him a small sad smile. "You managed to be with out me when you were with Noelle. I need time Jake."

"I can't be with you, Miley. I was stupid to have ever done anything with Noelle." Jake begged. "Please don't do this to me Miley."

"I have to Jake," she replied softly, tears rolling down her face. "I need space."

Jake raised his hand to wipe the tears from her eyes. She winced when his thumb brushed against her skin. The place where he touched her was tingling. "Don't touch me Jake. This is hard enough."

"It doesn't have to be," Jake pulled her to him. "It can be easier, Miley. I promise."

"You promised a lot of things Jake, and you haven't kept that much of them." Miley replied quietly, she gently pushed him away. "I need to go."

With that she turned around and began walking down the hall. Jake stood there shocked. This wasn't happening, he tried telling himself but he knew it was true. His worst nightmare had come true. His knees buckled and he fell the ground. But he didn't notice the only thing he could see was the love of his life walking out of his life.

--HMHMHM—

Jake moodily slammed the door as he stomped into the house. He managed to get out of the studios before he completely broke down in his car. As he rushed to the back door, he ran into Tommy. He quickly told him he wasn't feeling well and he was going home, he didn't even bother to give Tommy a chance to answer before he ran down the hall and out the door. He managed to slip past Noelle as he walked past the door the cast was still in. He heard them in there chatting and laughing loudly, breaking Jake's heart even more.

Once he closed the door to his car, was when he let the tears leak out of his eyes. It started out with a few before he started sobbing. He couldn't believe that he lost the love of his life, the one person he could not live without. The one person he thought he could always count on. Jake sat there, alone in his car crying for a while longer before he wiped his eyes and composed himself. He quickly sped home and ran into his house.

Once the door was closed he sighed, one the bright side, at least none of the paparazzi saw him. A few more tears slip out of his eyes as he leaned against the door. He failed to notice his younger sister standing beside the stairs. She had come down to see who had slammed the door, when she saw Jake leaning against the door crying.

"Jakey?" she called hesitantly. Jake's eyes snapped open and he saw Isabella watching him with a curious expression. "What's the matter?"

Jake shook his head and wiped his tears away with his sleeve. "Nothing," Jake replied shortly.

Isabella slowly moved away from the stairs and towards Jake. "Then why are you crying?"

Jake shook his head again and stuffed his hands into his pockets. "I'm not." He lied. "There was something in both my eyes." (AN: Ha-ha. I don't own that line; it was off the movie Superbad. Amazingly funny movie, I highly recommend it those who haven't seen it yet.)

"Really?" Isabelle was a few feet away from him now. "Do you need a wet towel to get them out? Mommy used that last time when a pine got in my eye."

Jake gave her a small smile. For such a little girl, Isabelle sure had a big heart. "No thanks Bella. It's out now."

"Are you sure?" she asked timidly, she was right in front of him. Jake nodded hastily, but didn't move. Isabella watched him, she knew something was wrong but didn't ask, Jake wouldn't tell her anyways. Instead she tried a different approach, something her mom used with her when she was upset. "Jakey, do you need a hug?"

Jake looked down at his little sister, she was looking right back at him, her hazel eyes wide. His heart swelled at what she offered him. A hug, which was just what he needed. Jake nodded again.

That was all Isabella needed. She flung her tiny arms around Jake's waist and hugged herself to him. Jake kneeled down and wrapped his own arms around his sister; she buried her face in his neck. Jake pressed his cheek against her hair and squeezed her to him.

Isabella's hugs would never compare to Miley's, but for now they were all Jake had and he gladly took them. He took a deep breath; he missed moments like these, which he rarely had with his sister anymore. With school, acting, his social life, Miley and other things he did he never seemed to have time for Isabella anymore. He silently noted to himself to take her out for a day soon, just him and her. Because he knew that Isabelle was the one person who would always love him.

Gradually Isabella pulled away from Jake, much too soon for Jake's liking. "Did that help make it better?"

"A little," Jake replied smiling slightly. "Thanks Bella."

"Anytime," Isabella grinned at him. "You sure you're okay, Jakey?"

"Yep," Jake assured her. "I'm going to go to my room now. I'll see you later."

"Okay, see you." She called as he walked up the large winding stair case. He walked into his room and shut the door firmly behind him. He leaned against it outing his head against the door. Slowly, he slid down so that he was sitting on the floor. He pulled his knees against his chest and buried his face in his hands.

This time, as the tears made their way down his face, Jake didn't bother trying to stop them. Besides he didn't think he could. He rocked himself back and forth as he let all the pain out of him. He never felt so hurt and stupid before. He should have went ahead and told Miley everything, she would have still loved him, Jake made a lot of mistakes before and sleeping with Noelle was one more. But he decided against it, he let his pride get the best of him and now look where it had gotten him. Alone, in his bedroom, crying.

If there was one thing that everyone should know, it was that Jake Ryan never cried. Never. The last time he ever remembered crying was when his grandfather passed away when he was 10. The past seven years were tear free on Jake's account, something he was proud of. To him, men weren't supposed to cry, men were supposed to me strong. But not, Jake found himself to be anything but strong. How could he stay strong? He lost everything he'd ever wanted.

Suddenly, he heard the door slam down stairs. Jake sprang to his feet; he almost had a heart attack, what was that? He could hear whispers from downstairs, then Isabella scream "Samantha! You're home! Ty, Ty! Sammy's home!"

Jake let out the breath he didn't know he was holding in. For a moment he feared it would be Robby Ray or Jackson coming to murder him. He knew he would get a visit from them. He not only broke his promises to Miley but he also broke the promise he made to Robby Ray. The one where he swore he wouldn't ever hurt Miley, but he had. He made Miley cry, and for that e hated himself. How could he live with himself, he just broke Miley's heart. He was a jerk.

Abruptly, Jake heard feet pounding up the stairs. Then, he door flew open to reveal an angry Samantha and a worried Tyler behind her, "You ass!" Samantha cried. "How could you Jake? You said you loved her!"

"I did love her, I still do." Jake retorted. "What the hell did you tell her anything anyway? It was none of your business!"

"If you loved her, you should have been honest with her. It was my business, Jake I actually like Miley. I didn't want to see her hurt! You lied to her Jake, you lied to her. If I hadn't told her then, you wouldn't have."

"No you shouldn't have told her anything. I was going to tell her, I was. When the time was right."

"Oh, and when would that be? When she already lost her purity to you, when you guys were 80 in your rocking chairs?" Samantha cried throwing her hands up in the air. "To make matters even worse, Miley come running back to the car, in freaking tears. Sobbing, telling me she saw you kiss Noelle!"

"What?" Tyler asked from behind his sister. He pointed and accusing finger at Jake. "You kissed Noelle?"

Jake glared at his sister. "You brought Miley to the studio?"

Samantha nodded. "So what if I did? I did her a favour; if she hadn't come you would have kissed Noelle and gotten away with it; another thing to add to your list of thing not to tell Miley."

"You kissed Noelle?" Tyler repeated.

Jake didn't take his eyes off Samantha. "Yes, he did. He didn't tell Miley about the movie either. She goes to confront him about him not telling he wasn't a virgin, and she sees him kissing Noelle. Nice way to end off her day don't you think Jake?" Samantha sneered.

"You think I wanted this? You think I wanted to keep this from her? I was scared! Scared that she wouldn't want me anymore! That she'd realize that there was someone out there who could give her more than I could, some one who was pure. I was scared she's leave me for Nick Jonas!" Jake bursted, "I love Miley with all my heart; I didn't want to lose her. If I told her I wasn't a virgin anymore, she'd hate me!"

"News flash Jake: The world doesn't revolve around you. You are so selfish; you'd rather worry about your heart than Miley's. You cared more about yourself than Miley." Samantha spat, enraged at her brother. "You what, maybe Miley does deserve better, someone more like Nick Jonas."

With that she stormed out of the room. Next to where she stood, Tyler was watching Jake. He looked at his brother before slowly shaking her head, "I knew Miley was different, you know. I just knew she was different than all the other girls you've dated. She had morals and values. She had a life. I knew she meant a lot to you, you were always talking about her. 'Miley this, Miley that.'

"I thought you'd be completely honest with her. Treat her like how she deserves to be treated. You did, at first. I was so surprised when Miley told us you never mention you weren't a virgin today. She didn't believe it at first, she couldn't. She was so upset. Then Sam offered to take her to the studios so you could talk. I thought you'd clear everything up with her there. I would have never in a million years thought you'd end up breaking her heart there.

"I know you didn't kiss Noelle, so you can shut your mouth. I know you wouldn't do that to Miley. Sam knows it too, she's upset, and that's all. She'll come around and so will Miley. Give her time. She loves you, I know she does. Things will get better." Tyler glanced up at Jake. He patted him on the back. "Hang in there Jake."

He then walked out of the room too, closing the door shut behind him. Jake stood there; mouth open staring at the spot Tyler had just stood. Had his brother just said all that? Since when had Tyler become Dr. Problems/Love? He shook his head, digesting what Tyler just told him. He knew Jake wouldn't kiss Noelle; if he did then surely it'd be a matter of time before Miley realized that too.

Jake shook himself out of his daze before grabbing his iPod off his desk and dropping himself onto his bed. He turned it on and put it on shuffle. The opening chords of the first song started.

Ooooooh

Sitting here alone thinking it through
Trying to convince myself that I'm not losing you
Why can't you just forget the things I said?
I was angry at the time but now I've cleared my head.
It was so strong, where did it all go wrong?

The song was perfect. Literally, here Jake was lying her trying to convince himself that he wasn't losing Miley. Tyler was right, she just needed time. Everything would go back to normal soon enough. The song continued.

So tell me why...
I'm swimming against the tide
And I'm praying for a lifeline
Cause I'm losing you
So tell me why
You don't care enough to try
Are you giving up this fight
I cant stand, wont stand losing you.

You don't have to say a word its in your eyes
What can I do to convince you we need more time?
And I know I may have made a few mistakes
But losing you is just too much for me to take
It was so strong, where did it all go wrong?

So tell me why...
I'm swimming against the tide
And I'm praying for a lifeline
Cause I'm losing you
So tell me why
You don't care enough to try
Are you giving up this fight
I cant stand, wont stand losing you.

So tell me what to say
Because, I need a chance to change
And I wont let you walk away

So tell me why...
I'm swimming against the tide
And I'm praying for a lifeline
Cause I'm losing you
So tell me why
You don't care enough to try
Are you giving up this fight
I can't stand, wont stand losing you.

Jake couldn't put his life at the moment into better words, The last part being the best.

I can't stand, won't stand losing you Miley Stewart.

--HMHM--

AN: There it is: Chapter 11. That song is amazing, don't you think? I was listening to it when I was righting this chapter out. It fit Jake's thoughts perfectly. It's by Busted. I am a huge Busted fan and the next chapter might b named after one of their songs too.

I hope you guys like this chapter. Don't worry, hopefully things will work out. Anyways, I'm almost done with this story. There will be a few more chapters. Don't' forget to REVIEW!

-Caramel161