Thanx for all the reviews! I luv u guys. Here's chapter 24!

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR: Hannah in hiding...the breakup?

" 'Hannah's not really Goldey Locks?', 'Hannah wigs out', 'Hannah, blonde to brunette?' "

"Okay I get the point, Jackson!" Miley yelled at her brother. "Daddy, what am I gonna do?" She cried.

"I don't know, sweetie, I don't know." Robbie Ray pondered the situation, and stared at each picture in each newspaper/magazine. "In every one of these photos, your face is hidden." He observed.

"We could say that she was an imposter!" Jackson yelled.

"Jackson, not now." Miley sighed.

"Wait a minute, Jackson may have an idea there..."

"Really?" Jackson asked.

"Really?" Miley asked in amazement.

"Yes, an imposter. That's a great idea. Okay...let's say that Hannah was...sick! Yah, that's it. You were sick yesterday, so you couldn't go to the premire. But we need to have proof..."

"What about the concert tonight?" Miley stressed.

"We'll reschedual. I'll go do that now." Robbie left the room to talk on the phone.

Then, Miley's phone rang. It was Oliver.

"Yah, Oliver?"

"Miley..." He sounded sad, as if he'd been crying...almost.

"What is it Oliver?"

"I betrayed my best friend..."

"No you haven't!"

"My girlfriend."

"Oh. How?" Silence followed the question. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Well, therewasthisgirlnamedMikayla." breath. "AndwekissedandAmber..." Breath. "andAshleygotapicture!"

"What? I couldn't quite make out what you said."

"Make out?! No, I didn't. Not with Mikayla. Okay, bye!"

Oliver hung up. What was he talking about? He made out with someone named Mikayla? Who's that? Oh, well. Miley thought.

"Okay, bud. You're concert's next Friday, hopefully that'll give us enough time to come up with a plan." Robbie said, coming back into the room.

Jackson grabbed Miley's phone and ran up the stairs.

JACKSON'S POV

I dialed Oliver's number as fast as I I could. I can't believe I came up with such a brilliant plan! But, my spirits fell when he didn't answer. He obviously didn't want to talk to Miley right then. I found my cell phone underneath a pile of jeans. I dialed Oliver's number once again.

"Hello?" Came Oliver's wary voice.

"Hi, Oliver. It's Jackson."

"Hi, Jackson. What do you want?"

"I heard that you've had a little girl trouble on your hands."

"Well...maybe."

"I can help. I am the Master of Knowledge when it comes to girls. Just tell me the problem."

"Are you sure?"

"Anything you say to me is in confidence."

"Okay. I'm going out with Lilly, you know?"

"Yah."

"Well, I went to a gymnastics meet--don't ask--and met this girl. This really hot older girl." Oliver started.

"What's this girl look like?"

"She's got long blonde hair, beautiful legs, a perfect complexion, and wonderful blue eyes."

I sighed. "Is this girl's name Mikayla?" thinking back to the freshmen who had possibly dated every male species in our school. It was even rumored that she had gone out with the science teacher's intern...and the science teacher.

"How'd you know?"

"Never mind, just keep going."

"Well, she wouldn't stop flirting with me, and then..."

"And then what?"

"And then we made-out. she wasn't as good as Lilly--" HE MADE OUT WITH LILLY?! THAT'S SUPPOSED TO BE ME!!! "But it was wonderful. Until Amber and Ashley took a picture of it."

"Here's my advice. Pay off Amber and Ashley somehow, and dump Lilly. Okay, bye."

OLIVER'S POV

Jackson just called me and gave me an idea. Break up with Lilly? I couldn't do that! I love her! But I can't date her. I guess I do have to break up. But maybe not today.

No. Definatly not today. But then tomorrow...at school. No, I have to tonight. Now.

"Oliver, let's go!" Janie cried, dragging me by the arm.

"Okay." I said, thinking of the decision I had to make. Then, I decided to ask for help...from my sister. How low did I have to go for my love? Help from my sister? Ugh.

"How should I break up with this girl?"

"Well, it's best to do it in person (A/N: V-ballgrl07, I know what you're thinking, and don't. HA! I got you back. Now back to the story!) But if you're unsure and have a bad feeling about it, call her. Don't leave a message though, and don't have a friend break up with her over the phone, that's really pathetic. If you're really unsure than don't break up with her, see how the relationship goes."

That is great advice, but I HAVE to break up with Lilly. So I guess it'll be over the phone. Me and her. Her and me. Us. Oh, no. No more us. Tear, tear. Tomorrow I'll do it. No, Monday...no.

"Don't put it off." Janie said, pretty much reading my mind. "She'll think everything is going great, and then you dump her. It'll fell even worse."

I signed and picked up the phone. My fingers trembled as they dialed the number.