Disclaimer: I do not own Hannah Montana nor gain profit in making this story. It's just out of fun.

A/n: I know that lots of you hate – okay, well, dislike – the fact that Hannah Montana is nada. But, if I made Miley have her, then she would somehow be on the same page with Jake. What's the point of making a story about two people from two different walks of life? Thanks for all the reviews, by the way. I was shocked that some really liked the story. LOL. I hope you keep enjoying it!

The Other Side

Pride and Prejudice

[Jake's POV

I glanced sideward trying to check if it was safe to talk again. Miley was really, really upset – to say the least – about this whole locker thing. I mean, why should she blame everything on me? Blame the principal! He's the one who insisted the locker was too small. I didn't even say anything. Honestly, I don't even care how small my locker gets.

"What are you looking at?" she snarled at me. How could someone I just met fifteen minutes or so hate me this much? Have we met before and do something really, really horrible or painful? Did I run over her dog or something? Am I being punished for throwing my Mom's salad that's supposed to be my dinner? But that tasted so horrible and that was a month ago!

I just raised my hands defensively. Gosh, the girl has some temper. I glanced around to see that girls were staring at us. I reckon they'd be quite envious of Miley here since I am, after all, still Jake Ryan. I looked at Miley and flashed a smile, you know, try and make her loosen up.

"Hey, I guess you should be happy to share the locker with me," Miley turned to look at me and raised her eyebrows.

"Oh no, you didn't!" she said. I just raised my eyebrow at her. I didn't – what?

She dumped the last of her books and shut the locker closed with a loud snap. She was still glaring at me. What was her problem? I didn't do anything to her. She's so uptight about this whole locker issue. Hey, I gave it back! And it was better when I gave it back – it was bigger and she had me for a locker-buddy, others would be happy about that. I mean, I'm not exactly hideous-looking and I'm not some psycho dude who's going to curse all her things. And last time I checked, I'm not a slob – quite the opposite, really.

"You are such an egotistical monster, Jake Ryan! You absolutely disgust me!" she fumed. Okay – so she's not too excited about having me as a locker-buddy. I take it she's not a fan. My charm failed to render her tranquil – well, there's a first time for everything, right? I took a step backwards and frowned.

"Now, you're just hurting my feelings," I said defiantly, really, I'm not so much of a monster! That's just – cruel of her. Miley just scoffed and rolled her eyes. What now? Does she think I have no feelings? Hey, I'm still human, you know!

"Don't you even think about anything other than you being, rich, famous and handsome?" Ha! She thinks I'm handsome. I mean, I usually don't care about those things that much but – this is Miley Stewart (I learned that from Lilly)! Something tells me she's different and what she thinks of me matters.

Though I'm willing to bet everything that what she thinks of dust bunnies and me are pretty much the same thing. That's just – sad, I guess.

"Don't condemn me for being those things. Whatever did I do to you to receive such hate, Miley?" I asked. Her glare intensified.

"Because you're Jake Ryan," she said before turning her back at me and leaving in a quick pace. I just stared at her retreating back.

And being me is such a horrible thing that she hates me so much because –?

I don't get her.

[Miley's POV

I don't get him!

I mean, sure, he's handsome and everything else but, really, he shouldn't – swank – about those things. He shouldn't sing his own praises or take advantage or – or – rub it in! He should just let it be!

I just continued walking to homeroom – away from the wretched condemned locker… away from zombie-slaying hotties who think they're so high up that no one could reach them. Grr… I hate him so much! Well, okay – maybe dislike since hate is such a strong word. But still, he's being pompous and bigheaded.

I plopped down in my seat. The bell signifying that first period classes are about to start rang loudly. I sighed in relief and closed my eyes. Finally, away from Jake Ryan and his big suffocating ego.

"Hey, Miley, I guess we have Homeroom together," I looked up to find Jake smiling at me like having homeroom with me is the best thing in the world. I groaned. He just smiled wider and took the empty seat beside me. I just sighed and looked away.

Murder me, anyone!

Mr. Correlli is our teacher. He's a fat guy with shaggy hair. He kinda reminds me of Dewey – Jack Black – from the movie, School of Rock. He entered just as the bell stopped ringing. Everybody continued with their own business, however, as he set his knapsack on the desk and pulled out a small piece of paper.

"Um – says here we have a new student. Jake Ryan where are you?" he asked looking around. The effect of that name rolling out of his tongue beats the effect of water cannons on a rampaging rallying crowd. Everybody sat still and quiet, eyes darting around.

Some girls squealed as Jake raised his hand and smiled at everyone. I just rolled my eyes at him and stared somewhere else. Anywhere else was more interesting than his face anyway. I mean, we see him on Zombie High, different TV appearances, posters at the mall, billboards, in the advertisements on buses, magazines – everywhere! Don't people get tired of him?

"Welcome, Jake," Mr. Correlli said warmly. Jake just smiled back at him then smiled at me. I just scoffed. What was he trying to do anyway? Make peace with me? I'm still fuming about the whole locker rights thing he violated. Okay – so there's no locker rights for him to violate anyway. I just firmly believe in fairness – no one gets special treatment just because. It's not like he saved the world from utter destruction or something.

So yeah, I pretty much spent the whole homeroom looking somewhere other than the person beside me. Of course that would be easy except the whole girl population in the class was staring at the person beside you. Hey, even if they're not staring at me, it still bugs me to see those look of amazement on their faces. It looks so pathetic!

Hmm, I wonder what Jake Ryan thinks? I'm willing to bet everything that he's so enjoying this.

I chanced a glance at him. He gives off the impression that he was so oblivious of his surroundings and stared in front just like there was nothing interesting other than having to listen to Mr. Correlli say something about hell knows what. We stopped doing that ever since we started high school. I guess Jake, being too busy and too famous to be in a normal school and all, finds our teacher's rants about organic orange juice quite interesting. How we even got to that topic, I do not know.

Suddenly he moved and looked down on his notepad before he started to write something – or was it draw? All I know is he's making these squiggly lines. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Talk about short attention span.

Though whatever he was doing looked like a lot more important to him that Mr. Correlli's lecture. His brows were kinda burrowed in concentration and his dirty blond locks fell over his eyes.

It looked kinda – cute.

[Jake's POV

Interesting!

It's how my day has been since I started school today. I mean, sure there are a lot crazy people in showbiz just like Mr. Correlli here and all but really, he's talking about something I can't actually understand – like it was some alien language or something. Apparently, the class thinks the same.

Wow, a class… me in a class… a part of it! It's so – new.

I just feel kinda like a whole new somebody. This whole school affair has been new to me. Sure, I've filmed scenes and movies in a school and everything but all those were scripted and well – so fake.

And this – this whole deal – it's the real thing! It's quite exciting really. It's like taking a step into the process of making my life normal and all – and maybe – somebody might just notice me as just simply Jake – fame and riches aside.

Organic orange juice? Hmm, I wonder why Mr. Correlli was talking about it. I mean, first, it was about school activities for this month, and then he was ranting about an all-organic diet he found out about on the internet – then about oranges. Huh?

I looked down on my notepad and got hold of my pen. I started sketching randomly. I decided to do one caricature of Mr. Correlli. Probably an alien Mr. Correlli! Don't believe I can do it? Actually, I can draw pretty well. It's one of my many much hidden talents. Very few people know about it – heck, I don't even know if my parents know about it!

I could feel Miley looking at me, like she was studying me under a microscope. It didn't make me uncomfortable or anything… actually, it surprised me. I mean, all she's been towards me was bitter – way too bitter.

And actually, I'm afraid to look at her. Maybe she'll start biting my head off again. shudder I'm not here for even a day and I've developed a new fear.

I finished my drawing and admired it for a while. It's one with Mr. Correlli as an alien with four eyes and a trail of slime behind him. I draw in a few more details and smiled. I paused for a while, still smiling. I cast a sideward glance at Miley, who seemed to be spaced out. I turned to her fully and flashed my trademark smile and raised my notepad for her to see.

Her blue eyes widened at my sudden action. She was probably not intending me to catch her staring openly. Her cheeks were suddenly tinged with red but then she took a look at my drawing. Her eyes softened and her mouth broke into a smirk.

"You draw well," she said with a very small grin before turning her attention to Lilly, who had just tapped her on the shoulder.

I blinked.

Whoa! She didn't bite my head off and she actually smiled! And, did she just compliment me? Yeah, she did! Go Jake! Go Jake! You're the man!

I smiled back at her. I felt something deep inside me bubble up, like worms were going crazy inside my stomach. But it's not sickening, actually, I felt warm and fuzzy inside.

Aw, man! I'm becoming soft!

TBC

Hee, hee! I got the whole organic orange juice topic from Cheaper by the Dozen. I bought that because it shows Cody Linley! Yay! I'm such a sucker for Cody Linley! I love him!!!!

Well, that was just – short and random… I'm just having a very hectic life right now. Hee, hee! Please leave a comment, compliment, suggestion, and other non-flame things; again, well-rounded criticism is welcome, I'd love a way to improve the story.