Chapter 5: My Real Name Isn't

"I'm outta here," Jake said, storming out of the dressing. Once he had left, dad spoke up.

"You kids care to explain what just happened?" dad asked.

"Dad, don't you think this day has been long enough?" I said with an exasperated sigh.

The weekend wasn't exactly fun. I felt horrible that Jake had found my Hannah secret like that. I am pretty sure that he avoided Jackson, Oliver, Lilly, and me this weekend, especially Jackson and I. He wasn't at the beach, or the mall, or any of the places I'd usually bump into him at.

I guess if I were him, I would be avoiding me too. This isn't the first time I didn't tell him about another identity. I didn't tell him that I was his old girlfriend from Tennessee either.

Why does Jackson always slip my secrets?

Don't get me wrong; I know he doesn't do that on purpose. Particularly, when he revealed my Hannah secret. Sometimes he comes on as a careless slob, but he is still my protective older brother. We might not be as close as before mom died, but I still consider him not only my brother, but also one of my friends.

Monday wasn't so great, though, I saw it coming: Jake ignored and avoided me through out the day. Luckily, I have a plan. I have math tutoring again today after school. Since the press still things that Jake and Hannah are dating, I'm going to leave my locker open again.

Jake walked out of the video lab half an hour later. He walked down the hall and turned to be greeted by the same seven jocks.

"Hey Zombie Boy," one greeted him with a hard punch on the shoulder.

"H-hey…" Jake said, shaking.

"We told you to stay away from our blonde goddess," another jock said, getting to the point.

"I am staying away from her," Jake said a little more confidently.

"Then why hasn't there been anything in the paper?" the jock that gave him the punch on the shoulder asked.

"I don't think the press knows," Jake said.

"Then how do we really know if you and Hannah broke up?" another one asked.

"Because I like someone else!" Jake said, frustrated. The jocks all looked shocked.

"You like someone other than Hannah?!" a different jock asked. 'This is so confusing, first they want me to not be with her, and now they are mad I like someone else?' Jake thought.

"Who is better than Hannah Montana," the largest one said, grabbing Jake's shirt collar, lifting him, and slamming him against the wall of lockers. 'Even if Miley didn't tell me about her being Hannah, I don't want to get her into this,' Jake thought.

"I don't have to tell you," Jake said.

"Well then," the largest jock said. "Maybe you'll tell us tomorrow..." Jake was confused about what he said: why he was being nicer than usual. "After you have sometime to think about," the jock continued with a mischievous grin.

The group carried Jake to Miley's locker and stuffed him in again like they did on Thursday.

"Have fun," the biggest one said before shutting the locker and leaving Jake in the darkness.

I walked out of Mrs. Ullman's classroom and headed down to my locker. I smiled. The locker was closed.

When I got there, I lightly tapped the locker.

"Jacob?" I ask to make sure he was in there, though I was pretty sure he was since my locker was closed.

"Miley?" I hear him ask softly behind the locker door.

"Yeah, it's me," I reply equally as soft. "I was hoping we could talk…"

Jake changed the tone of his voice saying, "Well I don't want to talk." I grinned. I had been expecting an answer like that.

"Okayyyy then, I just I'll just go then," I said in a singsong voice while walking in place so Jake would think I'm walking down the hall.

I counted in my head, 3, 2, 1-.

"Wait Miley!" Jake shouts. Perfect timing.

"What?" I asked innocently.

"We can talk, but can you let me out?" Jake asked.

"Promise you won't run away?" I asked.

"Promise," he said. "I'd do a spit shake if I wasn't in locked in here."

"Alright," I said, and put in my locker combination. I took a step back and opened my locker.

"Thanks," Jake said as I helped him out.

"No prob," I reply. I grabbed what I need out of my locker and put it in my messenger bag before closing it. I started walking towards the entrance of the school and motioned him to follow, which he did.

"Look, Jacob, I was going to tell about my secret when you were breaking up with Hannah, but then Jackson came, and I felt like I shouldn't tell you."

"Why would feel like that?" Jake asked, confused. I could tell in his voice that he was slightly hurt. "I mean, I found out that you were the same Miley in Tennessee, I thought we could tell each other our secrets."

"But the secrets are so different. The one about me being the girl you knew from Tennessee was a secret from just you. My Hannah secret is a secret from the world. I thought you'd get mad and you'd…" I said, not wanting to continue.

"What? Tell your secret?" Jake asked softly, sensing my sadness. "I'd never do that Miley. Why would you think that?"

"Well, you did look pretty mad when you found out," I said, stopping near the entrance. Jackson was about there in his car. He must have seen me because he beeped his horn.

"I gotta go," I said.

"Wait, we weren't finished. Can I come with you?" Jake asked.

"Do you have your hat and sunglasses?" I asked.

"Yep," Jake said as he pulled them out.

BEEP!

Jackson beeped his horn again. I turned around and gave him a gesture to wait a second. Jeez, he's so impatient. I turned back to Jake. He had put on his hat and glasses.

"Okay, let's go," I said, pulling him by the wrist, out to Jackson's car.

"Hey Miles, Jacob," Jackson said to us. I could tell that he wasn't sure how to act towards Jacob.

The ride to the house was silent. Jackson parked, and then Jake and I went to the deck and sat down.

"So, where were we?" Jake said.

"You had asked me why I thought you would tell my secret, and I said that you looked mad when you found out," I replied.

"Well yeah, I was mad. I felt like you didn't trust me because you don't tell me your secrets, I found them out," Jake said. "I would NEVER tell your secret though. I just wish you would trust me."

There was a moment of silence before I responded. "Alright," she said. "To prove that I trust you, I'll tell you a secret that not even Lilly and Oliver know; only my dad and Jackson do."

"What would that be?" Jake asked me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I heard Jake mumbling "Please don't have a boyfriend, please don't have a boyfriend." I looked at him and he stopped.

"My real name isn't Miley, it's Destiny."

"Destiny?" Jake asked.

"Yeah, just don't tell anyone," I said.

"Only if you don't tell anyone this… my real name isn't Jake," he said.

"Of course it's not, it's Jacob," I replied.

"Actually, Jacob's my middle name," Jake said.

"Then what's you're first name?" I ask confusedly.

"My really name is Leslie," he said. I stared at his face for signs that he was joking. None. Wow, he really is a good actor. I busted out laughing.

"Good one," I said, clutching my stomach as I lowered myself against the bench.

"I'm serious." I froze and jumped back up into sitting position.

"Sorry," I squeak out, embarrassed.

"It's okay," Jake said with a reassuring smile. We hugged and then he pulled away. "Why did you break up with me as Miley then agree to go out with me as Hannah?"

A/N: Not much of a cliffhanger, but I thought it was a good place to end the chapter. Thank you to everyone that reviewed the last chapter.