Miley's POV:

One minute I was upset in the car about 'cheating' on Jake, the next minute he is cheating on me! Okay, well maybe not technically. But here I am, as Hannah, lips attached to his. I know that I should break away and say it was a dare….but this was the best kiss I had ever received from him and I didn't want it to end. As we break apart, I can feel my heart screaming questions at me.

Why do you enjoy the kisses more as Hannah?

Why does he kiss Hannah Montana with more love and passion?

Why didn't he throw me off?

Why didn't he notice the blond wig slowly slipping off my head?

"Hannah…I-…" I stopped him and said,

"Um…Sorry…I was dared by…Lola..?" I said uncertainty.

"Is that the one that lived in Canada…? Where the moose are?" he asked. I laughed uneasily and said,

"Um…yea…you see she told me to tell you that…

But I never got to finish due to the fact Jake was staring at my hair. I could feel the wig slipping, but not falling off all the way. His eyes widened and looked behind me before pulling me in his house.

"Hannah…Why didn't you tell me??" My eyes widened and I said,

"Jake…please don't be mad! I was just looking for the right time to tell you…I mean I didn't you want to like, pass out, in shock!" He ran a hand through his hair and hugged me. He whispered into my 'hair',

"You should never be afraid to talk to me. Your one of my best friends, I would never tell anyone you're secret. We can get through this together." Since when am I one of his best friends? And get through what?

"You're taking this really well." I said. He said,

"Well, I mean screaming isn't going to do much." I then noticed tears in his eyes.

"Jake this isn't any reason to cry!" I exclaimed. He nodded and hugged me again before saying,

"Wouldn't you cry if you just found out one of your best friends had cancer?" I froze. Cancer? I brought my hand up to my head and felt my hair net. It was made to blend in with my skin, and wasn't like net material, which was see-through. Then it made sense to me. It looked as though I was bald underneath there and Jake thought I was sick. Oh no. That means I can either lie and say it was cancer, or tell him I'm Hannah Montana. But….it didn't seem like the right time at all. I looked down and said,

"Um…no I don't have cancer….I just...put all my hair under this hair net because um….my hair looked really bad this morning so I put a…wig over it." That was the worst excuse EVER. He seemed to think so too.

"But….then why did you say 'Jake! Please don't be mad!' then?"

"Um…because I would be upset if I knew….my friend was wearing a wig made out of…horse hair. Wouldn't you? I mean, they kill the poor horseys!" I take that back. THIS is the worst excuse. But Jake seemed to buy it. He just shrugged and said,

"Whatever. When you want to tell me what is really going on, call me." I smiled and started toward the door and I heard him say,

"That was a good kiss, even if it was a dare." I nodded in agreement. It was a good kiss. But why was Hannah the one to receive it and not Miley? After all, I'm his girlfriend! I jumped in seeing a VERY mad and pissed off Daddy.

"What were you thinking? You could have gotten ran over!" he screamed as soon as I jumped in the limo. I ignored him and just turned on my I-pod.

"Hey I'm talking to you Missy!" Dad said.

"Well I'm trying to think and your disturbing me." Ohh…I was going to pay for that later.

"Oh…Okay smart mouth. We'll see how you like a week without phone privileges."

"NO!" I screamed. He shrugged and said,

"Maybe you'll think twice before jumping out of moving limos next time." I just sighed in defeat and leaned back against the seat, liking the familiar misery feeling I was getting. Jake was leaving soon, and I won't see him until four months. But that gives me four months to think about my Hannah situation. We pulled in to our driveway a few minutes later an I ran up to my room. I sat on my bed with my head in my hands. All the sudden I felt all the frustration and pain building up in me. And I just screamed my head off. While I was screaming I ripped off the Hannah wig and threw it behind my bed. All the sudden I heard the doorknob being frantically turned. Then the lock turned and the door burst open and I saw the last person I wanted to see me right now. My so-called boyfriend. I brought my hands to my face, concerned that he would recognize me as Hannah with all that makeup on. I looked nervously over at the mirror and all the eyeliner was running down my face with a cascade of tears. My hair was a big mess, and I think there was a few hair clips stuck somewhere in the mess, due to the fact I had just ripped the wig and hair net off. My cheeks were flushed and my nose red. I was still wearing the Hannah clothes and I was praying he wouldn't notice. I quickly flattened my hair with my shaking hands and felt someone grab my hands.

"Miley, what's wrong?!" Jake screamed. I sniffed and looked up at him.

"I'm…confused." I said. I wasn't even aware I was crying. I was just so confused!! I mean, I loved Jake, and Jake loved me….Right? But if that was so…why did the kiss Hannah received make me feel…so much more loved than the kisses I received as Miley? Hannah isn't even real dammit! She is just a wig. But somewhere inside me asked, 'Is Hannah taking over?' the thought scared me and I quickly shook it away.

"Confused? Babe, what are you confused about?" I looked down. I couldn't say what I was really confused about so I said the first thing that came to my mind,

"I…I s-saw you and H-Hannah M-Montana kissing an hour ago." His eyes widened and seemed to scream, 'I'M SORRY'. He looked down and said,

"It was just, just a dare…um…Its not my fault…or Hannah's!" He said. I pretended to be even more confused even though I was really surprised he wasn't blaming everything on Hannah, oh God….what if he liked Hannah?

"How could it be neither of you guys faults?" I asked.

"It was Lola Luftburger's fault!" he screamed.

"Lola Loftnagle." I automatically corrected, "And how was it her fault??"

"She dared Hannah to kiss me!! Please believe me!" he said desperately.

"Ok, I trust you Jake." I replied in a small voice. I was faced with so many decisions. I wanted nothing more than to ask him why the kiss he gave Hannah was so much better than mine, but in order to do that I would have to tell him I was Hannah. But if I don't ask him, it will bug me the whole time he is left in Romania. Than it will slowly sizzle in my heart until it convinces me that I don't love him, and he loves Hannah. But…what would this do to our relationship? Or what if he told everyone?

Suddenly, Jake gently lifted up my face with his finger.

"What is bothering you?" I just shook my head and looked at the floor.

"Miles, look at me…" I looked at him and he continued, "You can trust me. If you need to ask me, or tell me anything…I'm here." I groaned in confusion and said,

"I-I can't tell you yet Jake!"

"Why? Because you don't trust me?" Jake demanded.

"YES! I mean…No…I don't know!" I said as I collapsed on my bed. He sat down beside me and said,

"Why don't you trust me?" I just shrugged and listened to the radio playing Fergalicious by Fergie.

"Because…because...boy's just come and go!" I exclaimed. He looked shocked at those words.

"But I'm not like that Miley! You should trust me!" He screamed, "I just understand why you don't trust me! If you really liked me you would tell me!"

"WHY!? GIVE ME ONE REASON!" I screamed. He flinched at the anger apparent in my voice, but I wasn't fazed. It seemed all my confusion was turning into anger. I kept going, feeling the newly found anger rising. "YOU ARE JUST GOING TO END UP TREATING ME THE WAY YOU TREATED ALL YOUR OTHER GIRLS! YOU LIKE THEM FOR ABOUT A MONTH, GET BORED WITH THEM, AND FIND YOU ANOTHER GIRL! I'M JUST GOING TO END UP GETTING HURT! AND I DON'T WANT YOU LEAVING THIS RELATIONSHIP WITH ANYTHING EXCEPT THE WEIGHT OF MY BROKEN HEART!" He stared in shock and said,

"BUT YOU SHOULD TRUST ME! I'M YOUR DAMN BOYFRIEND!"

"GIVE ME A REASON!" I repeated. He collapsed on the bed and said,

"BECAUSE….-

"BECAUSE WHAT??" I asked. He clenched his fists and said,

"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU DAMMIT!"

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A/n: Ah, the mature words of Jake Ryan, 'I love you dammit!' drama, drama, drama! Hahaha! Well, is she gonna tell him?? Knowing me, anything could happen :/….the reason it took so long to update last time that was 'out of my control' was the fact that my laptop was screwed for three days and I thought it died, but today I tried it and it worked!!: )!! But it's only a matter of time before it does…and that could cause problems….anyways, I LOVE the reviews! I logged on today and saw I had 99 reviews and only SIX chapters and I like flipped, literally, well it was more of a cartwheel, but I still flipped. Lol! Thank you SOOOOOO much for all the reviews! To tell the truth, if it wasn't for the reviews this wouldn't have been updated until next Sunday! These reviews inspire me!! Lol!