CHAPTER 2

((I'm back…thanks for the reviewers from yesterday…I hope everyone else liked it…I think Jake should become a full time star on Hannah Montana…anybody else agree? R&R…XOXO, CHRISTINE))

Imagine me and you, I do
I think about you day and night, it's only right
To think about the girl you love and hold her tight
So happy together

If I should call you up, invest a dime
And you say you belong to me and ease my mind
Imagine how the world could be, so very fine
So happy together

Surprisingly, Jake seemed to keep his distance from Miley. Usually, he would strive to break free from the realm of screaming fans that couldn't seem to get used to the fact that Jake Ryan attended their school. Today, he was grumbling, letting them swarm him and make him late to class because of all their fawning. At this particular moment, he was trying to be on time to math, one of the only classes in which he wasn't favored by the teacher. Maybe that was why he loved it so much. Or maybe it was because Miley is in it…no, Miley is in basically all of his classes. The bell rang as he was still trying to do his business at his locker. Surely Miss Kipps would understand once she saw the hound of girls. But as the bell rang, they all began to scream and run to their own classes, afraid of detention. Jake now looked guilty as ever, slowly dragging himself through the halls, thinking of beloved Miley.

"Thank you for joining us five minutes after the bell," Miss Kipps snapped as he finally reached the classroom. "I see no hounding girls today, Mr. Ryan. You have no excuse. Detention. Today. After school. One hour."

Jake sluggishly dragged into his seat, trying not to look at Miley with he look of triumph. Zombie Slayer had just gotten detention. Miss Kipps had just become Miley's favorite teacher, and that was really saying something as she was old, crusty, and mean.

"I told you one day he'd get it," Miley whispered to Lilly, who sat right next to her. "He can't be late to class and get out of detentions any more. He was probably too busy with a mirror or something pathetic like that."

"But you and Lilly are constantly in front of mirrors," Oliver reasoned. "You two are like attached to them."

"Yes, but we're girls," Miley snapped.

"Miss Stewart, please stop talking and show me your homework," Miss Kipps snapped in Miley's direction.

"Sorry," Miley mumbled, rummaging through her bag looking for her binder. "Oh my gosh, it's not here. Where is my binder? I swear I had it. I just can't find it. I must have left it in my locker."

"Well, that's no excuse for talking now is it? Talking without even doing your homework is highly frowned upon in this class young lady. Don't try to pull another stunt like that again. Ah, Miss Truscott, let me see yours." Lilly's homework was smoothly organized out on her desk. "Thank you, dear." Lilly put it away.

"Miles, give it up," Lilly hissed. "Why don't you just give him a chance? He really likes you."

"When his oversized head shrinks about a thousand times maybe, just maybe, I'll consider it," Miley scoffed in reply.

"Miss Stewart, that is twice in to minutes," Miss Kipps scolded. "Is there something very important you need to discuss with the class? You should be listening to the discussion about the homework as you so kindly chose not to do it."

"I did the homework," Miley argued, "I just forgot to bring…"

"Adidit," Miss Kipps interrupted, silencing her. "Now their will be no more of that. Stop talking…or else…"

"Ooooohhhh," Amber teased at Miley, sitting behind her.

"Shut up," Miley fired back.

"MISS STEWART, HOW MANY TIMES WILL I HAVE TO TELL YOU?! THIS IS THREE TIMES IN THE SPACE OF ABOUT 2 MINUTES! DON'T MAKE ME THROW YOU INTO DETENTION WITH MR. RYAN."

"Detention?" Miley had a look of horror on her face. "With Jake?"

"Yes, Miley, with Jake. If you don't stop talking, you'll have to endure it."

"I'll shut up."

"You better."

Miley sat tight trying to keep her big mouth shut so she wouldn't be forced to endure an hour of detention with a Jake. Unluckily for her, that seemed to be impossible today.

"Psst, Lily," Hannah whispered trying to get her attention, but Lily failed to hear her. "Lily." Lily was busy working on an equation. "Lily." Lily looked up mouth what. "I have to tell…"

"Miss Stewart, what did I tell you?" Miss Kipps asked frazzled.

Miley knew nothing with Miss Kipps was rhetorical. "Don't talk or you'll have to spend an hour in detention with Jake Ryan."

"Exactly," she spat. "You're talking, meaning you have detention with Mr. Ryan today after school for one hour."

"No, Miss Kipps, please," Miley begged. "Don't make me."

"I will make you, and please stop acting like a complete brat. At this school, we practice tolerance and friendship, not annoyance and hate."

Miley sunk in her seat. This was going to be the worst day of her life. She would have to spend an hour in detention with Jake. At least she wouldn't be alone. Miss Kipps would be there. Oh goody, Miley thought to herself.

The rest of the day seemed to fly by as Miley unhappily dreaded her detention. She would be lucky to survive the hour with Jake. After school, she dawdled slightly before surrendering to Miss Kipps room. "Well, Miss Stewart, because you were late to detention, Mr. Ryan had to sit in here for fifteen minutes already. So his detention will be more like an hour and fifteen minutes because of your selfishness. Now, I have some emergency business to attend to. I will be back in exactly one hour. Don't try leaving. I have informed any teacher that sees you in the hall to bring you to me straightaway. And you can imagine my punishments." She stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

"Sorry," Miley mumbled.

"For what?" Jake asked, confused.

"Making you stay longer."

"Oh that doesn't matter at all. I'm with you." There was a long awkward silence following his statement until he finally worked up the confidence to break it. "Look, Miley, I know we've had our differences, and you think I'm a pig-headed, selfish, ego obsessed jerk who…"

"Don't forget insufferable know-it-all," Miley reminded him.

"Touché," Jake replied. "But the truth is: I did a lot of it just to impress you. I really like you, Miley."

"That's sweet, Jake, but I don't know, I really think you're kind of…arrogant."

"I know," Jake sighed. "And I'll accept it if you don't like me back. I was just…hoping I guess. It's just…I don't feel the same way about any other girl at this school or on this earth. You're…you're special to me, Miley, and I really really like you a lot, but I guess, it's just not meant to be."

"It's not that I don't like you," Miley began to explain. "You just seem kind of…annoying. I couldn't stand you doing all those Zombie Slayer impressions in the halls all the time, and you seem to enjoy screaming girls like Amber and Ashley…"

"You think I enjoy them?" Jake gaped. "I absolutely one hundred percent hate those girls. They give me the creeps. I don't get how somebody can stalk someone like that without like…blowing up."

"Blowing up?" Miley laughed. "I've never heard it put that way before. But anyways, Jake, you seem to love the perks of fame too much and I know what being famous feels like."

"Don't take this the wrong way, but how could you know?" he asked. "You aren't famous. You don't have crazy people hounding you for your autograph every time you go to the park or walk to the store or go to a restaurant. You just don't get it. It's a big responsibility."

"I guess," Miley said. The ideal time was then to just come clean and proclaim to Jake that she was Hannah Montana. It was so obvious that unless he was truly oblivious and stupid, he'd figure it out, but Miley just couldn't do it. She couldn't let go of her secret that easily. It was her life. It meant so much to her.

There was silence for what felt like an hour, another awkward silence. Neither knew what to say. Jake stared at Miley. "Miles," he whispered, reaching out his hand and stroking her cheek. "Miles." He began to move his face in towards hers.

Miley didn't know what to do. Jake's face was now just meager inches from hers. Her heart was screaming, YES, YES! Go for it, Miley! You never realized it, but you really do like this guy a lot! But at the same time, her mind began to scream, No! Not Jake Ryan. He's such a big shot, big-headed twit! You hate him Miley! Don't let those cute eyes bat their twisty little eye lashes at you! Don't give in!

"Jake," Miley moaned. "I can't do this. I'm sorry. Why can't we just be friends?"

Jake didn't hide the disappointment from his face very well. Miley could tell he was hurting. She had melted him while he had, indeed melted her. "Okay, Miley, we can just be friends." The moments tensioned, and the awkward silence became increasingly more awkward as the two just sat there, unsure of their voices. What would come out of one dared a word? Miley's heart and brain were conflicting, and she was now enduring a painful emotional battle between the two. She both wanted to have and wanted to resist Jake at the same time. She hadn't forgotten his arrogance yet. No matter how hard he tried to convince her it was all to impress her, part of her knew that he really was that arrogant and that statement was just a teensy cover up he would probably attempt to use with her on many occasions.

The door screeched open as a disgruntled Miss Kipps re-entered the room. "It's been exactly one hour. You two may go."

Grateful to escape detention, school, and that classroom, Miley and Jake hurriedly clad out of the room. They split separate ways after their lockers saying a hurried and very awkward good bye to each other. Miley made a mental not to herself to tell Lily every detail of their little detention which except for the almost kiss and frequent awkward silences hadn't been as bad as she had expected it to be. Now all she needed to do was decide if she really and truly wanted Jake Ryan or not.

((Can you guess the song at the beginning?? First person to guess it wins!!! I don't not own the song I promise…And now you have it…chapter 2…please review…all ideas are welcome…XOXO, CHRISTINE))