Disclaimer: Well, I don't even know Miley Cyrus, at all. So, I do no own Hannah Montana. Unfortunately.

Chapter Four:

"Jake, you can not be serious!" Miley exclaimed. She was angry. She couldn't believe that Jake would actually do something like this.

"Well, Miles, I hate to disappoint you but I am serious. You should have seen it, he was all over you." Jake retorted.

The two had been happily going out for almost a month now. They broke the news of them getting back together the day after they had the surprise dinner for Miley. Surprisingly, Robbie Ray and Jackson seemed alright with Jake and Miley getting back together.

"He makes you happy, Miles. As you family we want you to be happy, and if he can give you that and so much more why stop it?" was Jackson's reply to when Miley asked him why he was calm about it.

Her fathers had been: "Jake's a great boy, Miles. I can tell he loves you. Besides, you're growing up. You need to make your own decisions, but I'll tell you now that this one seems like a good one."

Yes, very shocking. Jake had expected Robbie Ray and Jackson to seat him down and take to him, at the very least. But not one threat was given to Jake, and for that he was thankful.

Oliver and Lilly were pleased as well. They had been planning that idea for a while and they were glad it had worked. According to Oliver, if it hadn't he would have shot himself. "That would have been horrible. It was a shame It worked then," was Lilly's sarcastic reply.

Speaking of Lilly, thing between her and Miley were back to normal. Lilly quickly accepted Miley's apology and thanks. After being best friends for that long, Lilly understood why Miley had been upset with her siding with Jake. But in the end, the two were as good as they had ever been.

See, everything had been going alright. Jake and Miley were fine. No problem what so ever was happening with them. But Hannah on the other hand, well, that was a different story.

"He wasn't all over me, he was all over Hannah!" Miley cried.

"Big difference, you're both the same people." Jake responded.

"No, actually we're not. Hannah is a teen pop star; she's the one that the whole world knows. The one that's performing at sold out concerts, the one that Nick Jonas was all over. Miley had nothing to do with it."

Jake glared at Miley. How could she not see it? What was the big problem? The big problem was that some other boy was there flirting with his girlfriend while he was right there.

'But Hannah isn't your girlfriend,' a little voice at he back of his head told him. 'Miley is.'

As much as he hated to admit it, his conscious was right. Miley had noting to do with it. He didn't know what had gotten in to him. He never got worked up when Hannah talked to guys. Well, he hardly did. Whenever he did cut in, other would assume it was because he was being a good friend. Jake was like an older brother to Hannah. Therefore, he had a right to get a bit protective, but usually, he didn't have to because when ever he showed up, the boy's would step back. But not with Nick Jonas, even with Jake standing right there listening to every word he said he continued to hit on her.

"Look, Miles, it's just…I don't like to sit there and watch people flirt with my girlfriend, even if she is someone else. Under that wig, you're still Miley Stewart, Jake Ryan's girlfriend." Jake sighed.

Miley glanced up at him, his voice and gone down considerably, she was suddenly overcome by guilt. "Oh, Jake," she spoke softly, reaching out to stroke his face. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you felt that way about Hannah talking to guys."

Jake looked up at her, placing his hands over hers. He shook his head. "You're right, I should have told you. Here I am yelling at you when it's partly my fault."

Miley smiled at him. "Jake, I'll stop. Even as Hannah, I'm still Miley. So, I'll stop flirting with guys, and I'll ask boy's to stop flirting with me too. I promise."

Not even giving him a chance to answer, Miley leaned in and brushed her lips against his, in an electrifying kiss.

--HMHMHM—

"Oliver! Oliver, wait up!" Lilly called as she hurried to catch up with her friend.

Oliver turned around, "Hey, Lilly. What are you doing here?"

She shrugged, "I was just walking around. Checking things out."

Oliver eyed her suspiciously. This certainly wasn't a place that most girls would decide to look around, even a girl like Lilly. The gym was marked territory. It was for guys, not girl. The only time girls ever came here were too—

"Lilly, were you here to watch guys working out?" Oliver asked bluntly. He knew it, the only reason girls ever came to this side of the gym was to watch guys work out in their muscle shirts. Covered in sweat, to them it looked "hot". How it looked hot, Oliver didn't know.

Lilly coughed, chocking on the water she was drinking when she heard Oliver's question. "Pardon me? Oliver, that isn't me! It's Miley that comes here to watch guys work out!"

Oliver nodded slowly, still not satisfied. "So, you just so happen to me in the neighbourhood and decide to drop by?"

Lilly nodded quickly, "Yep. That's exactly it!"

"In your favourite Fall-Out Boy shirt and jeans," Oliver inquired as he took notice of what she was wearing.

Lilly rolled her eyes, annoyed at his continuous questions. "Yes, Oliver. I told you that. I like working out in my jeans."

"Uh-huh. Sure, Lilly. Whatever you say. But, when you feel like telling me the real reason on why you're here, I'll be right over there." Oliver said, pointing over to the weights.

"Wait," she said grabbing his arm. "Okay, I'll tell you. I was bored. Miley was supposed to go out to lunch with me, but Jake showed up and said he had to talk to her about something important. So, I went to your house and your mom said you'd be here. I came here to find you, thinking maybe we could go for lunch. We still have reservations." Lilly said in one breath. She bit her lip nervously; she hoped Oliver would say yes.

Oliver's eyes lit up, "Lunch? As in with food?" he asked excitedly.

Lilly nodded. "Okay, I'll come. Just wait, I need to change out of these clothes. I'll meet you down by the door?" He asked as he turned away heading for the locker room.

"Sure," Lilly answered to him retreating form, smiling to herself, before turning and walking down the stairs.

A half-hour later, Lilly and Oliver were seated at Mimis Café, both of them searching through the menus in search of something to eat.

"May I take her order?" An attractive younger woman stood before them, pad and pen in hand, prepared to take down their orders. Oliver glanced up at the girl, his eyes widen at the site of her. He placed his menu down before running his fingers through his hair.

"Well, I'm having trouble deciding, everything looks amazing. What would you recommend…Chrissie?" he asked, smiling charmingly at the girl.

Chrissie blushed; she looked at Oliver, fidgeting slightly. "Depends on what you're in the mood for." She replied flirtatiously.

Lilly finally looked up from her menu, taking in the site before her. She shook her head in disgust. She couldn't believe it; here Oliver was eating lunch with her yet flirting with some other girl.

"I'll take a Cesar salad and a turkey sandwich." Lilly piped up. Both Oliver and Chrissie's heads swiveled to look at her. Chrissie's eyes widened, as if just noticing Lilly was there. Lilly smiled sweetly at her, Chrissie flushed a brilliant shade of red, scribbling down Lilly's order.

"Um, I'll take what you just mentioned, Chrissie." Oliver mumbled. She nodded before writing something down again. After a while she glanced up, "Your food will be here shortly." With that she smiled shyly at Oliver, turned on her heel and walked away.

Lilly sat there, glaring at Chrissies back. The nerve of that girl, she couldn't believe her!

"Erm, Lilly are you alright?" Oliver asked timidly, noticing the hard look on Lilly's face. She turned to look at him, before nodded. "Of course! I'm peachy," she said cheerfully before turning to look out the window.

Oliver watched her, something was up. Gosh, he thought as he shook his head. This was going to be a long lunch.

--HMHMHM—

"He sat there, flirting with her! I couldn't believe him! Here I was, sitting there right next to him, yet he still sits there and flirts with random girls." Lilly cried, as she sat on Miley's bed clutching Berry the Bear to her chest.

Miley leaned in, "Well, what did you do? Please, don't tell you just sat there Lil."

"Of course not! I had my sites set on him first, Miles, and I am not about to lose him to some Bimbo he meets at a café." Lilly exclaimed. She grinned at Miley's pleased look. She knew she did well, "So, after I looked at her, and was like 'I would like a Cesar salad and turkey sandwich.' Her and Oliver looked at me, but Miles, you should have seen the look on her face! It was as if she only noticed I was there."

Miley laughed. "I'm proud Lilly. But, I'd imagine it'd been awkward after that."

Lilly nodded. "Oh, it was. Every time she came back, she'd look at smile at Oliver! To make matter's worse; she gave Oliver her number when we were leaving!"

Miley's eye's snapped up to Lilly. "Oliver asked for her number? And she actually gave it to him?"

Lilly nodded again. "Yeah, I was giving her 'the look' the whole time. I highly doubt she'd want to come meet me again."

"Well, we'll make her regret ever making a move on Oliver. When Oliver introduces us to her, we'll do out thing."

Lilly smiled gratefully. She knew she could count on Miley to help her without asking much questions…

"Speaking of which, Lilly, I don't get why you're so pissed off at her for talking to Oliver. I mean, the last time I asked, you had no feelings for Oliver," Miley spoke up again.

Lilly cringed. So much for no questions. Besides, she knew it'd happen. Miley always asked questions.

"Oh, um, well, you see, the thing is…"Lilly trailed off, blushing slightly.

Miley squealed when she noticed Lilly's flushed face. She jumped up, grabbing Lilly and started doing her happy dance.

Lilly, Lilly, Lilly," she repeated as she twirled Lilly around the room. "You like Oliver! You like Oliver!"

Lilly nodded shyly, her face flushing a deeper shade of red. Miley squealed again, louder this time. She let go of Lilly and began jumping around the room, clapping her hands loudly.

"Lilly, this is so exciting!" She said several minutes later, as she seated herself next to Lilly again on the bed. "I knew you liked him! You two are a match made in heaven. Seriously, this is so cool. We need to get you both together, ay-sap!"

Lilly shook her head, obviously not liking where this was going. "No Miley. Oliver and I can not get together."

Miley stopped her blubbering, giving Lilly a puzzled look, "Why not? Lilly, you just told me you liked Oliver!"

"Because, Olivet doesn't like me; he had Chrissie to hang out with." Lilly spat, disgusted by the though of the girl.

"Lilly, don't worry. Oliver doesn't her!" Miley assured her friend, rubbing her arm.

Lilly glared at Miley. "How could you say that? He was flirting with her the whole time we were at that café! In front of me, he got her number! Miles, face it, Chrissie is the latest passenger on the 'Ollie Trolley'!"

Miley smirked amused at Lilly's outburst. Who knew Lilly would get this worked up over Oliver and his girls. "You're obviously not seeing what you're supposed to be seeing Lilly. Oliver was only flirting with her to make you jealous. I mean, he never flirts with girls in front of me, when we go for lunch or something. He usually waits until I go to the bathroom before making his move."

Lilly started at her friend, not seeing where Miley was going with this. "What are you trying to say?"

"Lilly," Miley cried, grabbing Lilly roughly by the shoulders shaking her gently. "Oliver is only flirting with that girl to make you jealous!"

"What? Miley are you insane? No! Oliver is not trying to make me jealous? That would mean he…" Lilly stopped. She was quiet for a moment; she glanced up at Miley who was nodding.

Lilly jumped up and squealed loudly, like Miley had before. "He likes me! Oliver likes me! Miles, he really likes me!"

Miley laughed out loud. "Yes, he does Lilly. He's liked you for a while now. I can't believe you haven't noticed."

Lilly sat down again. Her face flushed, smiling widely.

"So," she said, glancing up at Miley, still smiling. "What was up with you and Jake? What did he need to talk to you about?"

Miley's beaming face quickly turned into a scowl. "You want to know what he wanted to talk about? You really want to know?" Miley asked angrily.

Lilly nodded hesitantly, she knew Miley was going to explode really soon. What she and Jake had discussed was not something good.

"Fine. I'll tell you. Jake came here, to my house, made me cancel my plans to sit there and accuse me of false statements!" Miley exclaimed. "He came here to tell me how Nick Jonas was all over Hannah last night, and how he hates seeing other guys flirt with his girlfriend in front of him. I mean, that is bull! Nick and I were not flirting. He says he'd appreciate it if I told them not to flirt with me."

Lilly shook her head in disbelief. "No way!"

It wasn't like Jake to something like that. He was usually a little over protective of Hannah, but he never accused her of anything.

"Yes way! I told him that Hannah was single, and that it would be weird if I told Nick that I had a boyfriend. Because, it'd end up getting to the press and you know how those can get."

"Yeah," Lilly agreed. "Like those rumors about you and Mike. Oh, and those ones about you and Zac Efron!"

Exactly," Miley said. "I told Jake that but he kept saying that it made him uncomfortable."

"Well what did you end up doing?" Lilly asked.

"It took a while for me to get it, but I figured he was upset because he was scared to lose me. He told that night at dinner that he didn't like other guys around me because he was constantly afraid that he'd lose me to one of them.

"So, after I remembered that. I realized that I would be saying the same thing if he was in disguise and other girls were flirting with him in front of me. Anyways, I promised him that I'd try to stop it. That I'd like, tell the guys that I wasn't interested or I was hanging out with some other guy."

"You think that'll work?" Lilly inquired doubtfully. "I mean, guys are usually persistent. I mean, I think Nick will understand, even though he wasn't flirting with you much. But Jesse McCartney will probably keep going."

Miley shook her head. "No, they'll listen. Besides, if I get to uncomfortable, I'll just leave. I don't want to lose Jake, Lilly. He means too much to me."

"Of course you don't." Lilly jumped up to hug Miley. "Now, come on, lets get ready for that premiere. It's for Hairspray right? That means well need dresses. Oh great, Lola's been meaning to wear that new green dress we bought a few days ago."

--HMHMHM—

"Hannah! How are you, darling?" Tracy Van Horn's nasally voice reached Hannah's ears as she slipped in through the doors. The movie had finished and she arrived at the after-party.

She winced slightly as she heard Tracy approaching, but she recovered quickly. "Tracy, I'm fine. How are you?"

"Just fine," she replied as they two exchange air kisses. "Hannah, I just saw Nick Jonas over there, by the punch bowl with Ashley Tisdale, they were looking for you."

Hannah's eyes lit up at the sound of her two close friends. "Thanks Tracy. I'll see you around."

"Sure dear, have fun. But not too much fun," Tracy winked at her, laughing slightly.

Hannah nodded as she slipped by her friend and walked towards the punch table. As she walked towards the other end of the room, she stopped several times to greet people. Soon enough, the punch table came into view and she saw Ashley and Nick standing there drinking and chatting amicably. She was about to raise her hand to wave, but she slowly lowered it.

She couldn't go there. If Jake walked in, he'd accuse her of flirting with Nick. Hannah quickly turned away, and began walking away.

"Hannah! Hannah!" Two voices called. Hannah groaned quietly as she turned around. Nick and Ashley had noticed and were waving her over, she smiled, and half-heartedly waved back. She quickly glanced around the room to make sure Jake wasn't around.

"Hannah how have you been?" Ashley asked as she embraced her friend. "I haven't seen you in for ever!"

Hannah hugged her back. "Hey, Ash, it's been to long. We need to meet up for lunch soon."

"Of course," Ashley agreed as she released Hannah. Hannah turned to Nick. He slowly edged forward, and opened his arms, wrapping them around her.

Hannah stiffened under his grasp, but hugged him back nonetheless. Nick seemed to notice this, and looked at her in concern when she pulled away.

"Are you okay, Hannah?" Nick asked, worried. Hannah looked away from him and turned to Ashley.

"I saw Orlando Bloom walk in just now! We should totally go say hi." She said, giddily, ignoring Nick's question.

"OMG! Yes, we should. Did he look hot?" Ashley asked as she ran her fingers through her hair.

Hannah gave her a disbelieving look. "Of course he did. When does he not?"

Ashley laughed. "You're right. Sorry, I'm nervous."

"But we haven't even met him yet." Hannah grinned. "Imagine how you'll act when we're actually within 5 feet of him."

Ashley pretended to glare at Hannah angrily but ended up giggling. "What can I say? How guys tend to have that effect on me."

"Okay, how do I look?" Hannah asked as she twirled around, her black dressing sparkling.

"Amazing, now how about me?" Ashley asked, as she flattened her skirt.

"Gorgeous." Hannah answered. "Now, come on. Before Lola gets to him, if she does, he'll want to leave." Hannah laughed, grabbing Ashley's hand.

Ashley threw her head back and laughed, light hitting Hannah's arm. "You're so mean. Lola is not that bad…Okay, maybe she is. But she means well."

"I know, but you know how she gets. Anyways, let's go." Hannah smiled, tugging on Ashley's hand.

"Hannah, wait," someone grabbed her other arm.

Hannah squeezed her eyes shut as she turned around. 'Please, don't let it be him. Please.' She though. She slowly turned around, and popped one eye open.

"Oh, Nick…I was going with Ashley to see Orlando…" She trailed of glancing at Ashley with pleading eyes as if begging her to say she couldn't go alone.

But, if Ashley took notice of Hannah's silent begging she pretended not too. She released Hannah's hand. "No problem, Hannah. I'll wait for you to finish up whatever you have to with Nick, and we can go see Orlando after. Zac just came in." She smiled reassuringly before taking off.

Hannah turned to face Nick again. "So, Nick, you wanted to talk?" She said, as she focused on her shoes, toying with the hem of her dress.

"Yeah," Nick started. He looked at her, "Hannah, can you please look at me?"

Hannah slowly lifted her eyes to look at Nick, but quickly averted them to what was behind him when she saw he was watching her intently. He stepped back then to make sure her eyes were on him, when he did that, Hannah looked back down again.

She heard him sigh softly as he took a few steps towards her. She felt tow warm hands cup her face forcing her to look back into Nick's eyes.

"Hannah, is something wrong?" Nick asked softly. Hannah felt herself shaking her head.

"Are you sure?" he continued just as softly, "Because you've been acting weird around me today, and you haven't been returning any of my phone calls."

"Nope, nothing wrong here," she said, her voice shaking. She needed to get out of this position, Jake could walk in at any moment, or someone could get a photo of this.

"Are you sure?" He repeated. Hannah nodded numbly, she made to move but Nick stepped forward again. Right now, he was much to close for comfort. His face was just centimeter's away from hers, and the place where his hands were, to anyone else with would appear as though they were about to kiss. No, this wasn't good.

He gazed into her eyes. "Hannah, something's wrong. Please, tell me what's bothering you."

"I can't, Nick. I'm sorry but I just can't." She said, he lower lip quivering. This was tough; Nick was one of her closest friends.

"You can't do what, Hannah?" Nick asked, lightly stroking her cheek.

"This," Hannah pointed between them. "We can't do this anymore. I'm hurting someone when I'm with you. I can't lose that person, Nick. I'm sorry but I can't."

Nick sigh, as he dropped his hands from her face and pulled her into a tight hug. She tensed up, but after he began rubbing her back, she melted. A few tears began trickling down her face and onto his shirt.

"It's alright Hannah." Nick whispered into her ear, rubbing her back soothingly. "It's okay."

And from the far end of the room, just by the door, Jake stood there. His jaws clenched. Heart breaking. Tears forming in his eyes.

He had just witnessed the whole exchange between Nick and Miley from afar, and he couldn't believe his eyes. He was hurt, no he was beyond hurt. How could she do this to him? After she promised she's stop!

'Well,' He thought as he stepped back, towards the door, 'Two can play that game.'

--HMHMHM—

AN: Okay. I am so sorry that it took me so long to update! I have been very busy. With the Holidays just here I have been so busy with party's and all. But I managed to get this chapter done! Things aren't looking so great with Jake and Miley now are they? Lol.

Well, tell me what you guys think about this chapter. In you reviews. Which I will be waiting for. Happy holidays everyone. Merry Christmas. Happy Hanukah. Happy Kwanza. And Eid Mubarak!