Chapter 4: It Was A Dare

After I was done with my tutoring, I walked back to my locker. When I got to my locker, it was closed. I carefully put my combination in. Half of me was expecting something to pop out, the other half thought that the first have was crazy and that the janitor probably closed it.

When I opened my locker, my first half was teasing my second half because the second have was wrong.

Jake Ryan was stuff inside my locker.

"Jacob?" I asked.

"Oh hey Miley, so this is your locker," he said causally.

"What are you doing in there?" I ask as I help him out.

"Well… it's a long story," he said while readjusting his backpack. I crossed my arms.

"We have time." As he started telling me what happened, we slowly walked towards the exit of the school.

"Theses football jocks came to me, accusing me of stealing their Blonde Goddess: Hannah Montana. I could've handle one or two of them, but there was seven of them. Your locker was open so…"

"Ooo," I said, wincing. "My bad, I guess I should have closed my locker."

"Eh, it's over now. Plus, it gave us a chance to talk. I really miss that," Jake said.

"Me too," I said softly.

We stared into each other's eyes for a moment. Jake came in closer and kissed me. I kissed back for a second, before remembering I couldn't date him. I pulled away and ran past the entrance of the school and to Jackson's car, which was there in the car loop.

"Whoa, what's with the running," Jackson asks.

"Doesn't matter, just go," I said.

I walked of stage after finishing my concert the next day. I went to my dressing room and closed the door, but as I walked across the room, someone knocked on my door.

"Who is it?" I ask as I walk to the door.

"It's Jake," the person said.

"Are ya sure?" I ask jokingly just to annoy him.

"Yeah, pretty sure," Jake said. I laughed and opened the door.

"Hey," I said, leaning against my door frame.

"Hey." We stared at each other for a minute before I broke the trans by opening the door wider to let him in. He walked in and I shut the door.

"So," I said after we got seated on the couch.

"So…" Jake responded. "Look, Hannah-,"

"Hannah, we're leaving in a few," dad says, popping his head in.

"Kay," I reply. After I was sure he was gone, I said, "you were saying?"

"Well, you see… I know we never started to pretend to be together in front of the press, but I can't do that. I still love Miley, and I don't even want to pretend to be in a relationship with anyone."

No, no, no, this isn't good. How am I supposed to hang out with Jake if he doesn't want to pretend date?!

"Hannah, are you oka-," Jake tried to say since I wasn't responding, but the door opened.

"Miles, dad said it's time to go," Jackson said as he walked in wearing a hat and sunglasses. "Oh…"

"Miles?" Jake asked. "Hannah, why did this guy call you Miles?"

"Oh, you know… it was a dare," I said.

"A dare?" Jake asked.

"Yeah, me, him, and our friends Lola, and Owen were playing truth or dare. You know how that game gets crazy, right?" I asked him. Before giving him the chance to answer, I continued. "Well he was dared to call me Miles for the rest of the day."

"Yeah, and I don't know what happened, but the name kinda stuck," Jackson said.

"Yeah," I agreed.

"Okay…?" Jake said, confused.

Two more people came into the room without noticing Jake. It was Lilly, who was in a purple wig dressed up as Lola, and Oliver, in a blonde wig dressed up as Owen.

"Miley, the limo's waiting," Oliver said.

"You donut!" Lilly said, slapping his shoulder.

"Miley?" Jake asked Jackson and I.

"Well, ya see, there was this other dare…" Jackson starts.

"And I've only met one person who's called a donut, and he's Oliver," Jake said to Oliver in a knowing tone as he pulled off the Oliver's blonde wig.

"Nice going Lilz," Oliver mumbled.

"Of course, Ms. 'Not that we've ever met cause I'm home schooled in Canada,' you're Lilly," Jake said to Lilly and took off her wig. Now heading to Jackson. After staring at him for two seconds, Jake knew who he was.

"Jackson," he says. "Not Hannah slash Miley's old boyfriend; Miley's brother," Jake said taking off his hat and sunglasses.

"How'd ya know that!" Jackson and I replied in unison.

"That happened when you were in Romania!" I said.

"It went international," Jake replied bitterly. "Is there anything else you didn't tell me Miley?"

"Jeez, you kids are slower than Uncle Earle in the shower," dad said, walking in wearing his mustache. "Oh…" he noticed Oliver and Lilly each holding their wig in their hands, Jackson holding his hat and sunglasses in his hand, an angry Jake, and a sad Miley.

"Hey Jacob…" dad said, not really knowing what else to say.

A/N: Hey peoples, thanks for the reviews on the last chapter, the majority thought Jackson should mess it up, and he sorta did. He was the first to raise Jake's superstition. I'm balancing this story with "Chances: A Million To One," which I'm working on with my friend Liz. You should check it out if you haven't already. Thanks again.