Mr. Normal
Chp.6
English Class isn't What it Used to be
Disclaimer: If I owned it, why would I be writing this?
Pairing: Jake and Miley
Summary: Jake finally comes back after two years of trying to figure out what a normal kid is like
Lily watched Miley's face, and she was sure if she'd been drinking something that it would've been flying from her mouth and nose, from the way she was spluttering, and spitting. She could just imagine the sight it would be.
Miley had grabbed her by the arm at the mention of Jake's name, and pulled her around the corner. Miley must have been working out or something, because her grip seemed tight, and Lily was sure it would leave a bruise.
"H-How, when," the poor brunette had stuttered, her face becoming a mixture of incredulousness, and disbelief. She'd looked like she'd just gotten caught with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar, and tried to blame it on her brother.
Lily nearly laughed right in her face, but had kept herself from giving into the urge, after all they were trying to have what passed for an important conversation.
"Oh, sweet nibblets, Lily how'd you figure it out in this short of a time?" Miley didn't know what to do with herself, and Lily didn't know what the heck was in her pocket, but Miley had seemed to find it of a lot of interest at the moment. She was fiddling with it, and jumpy as all get out.
"I mean it's only been, maybe, two hours since he first set foot into the school. I had to tell you that I was Hannah Montana, and you figure Les is Jake in a hundred and twenty minutes."
Lily couldn't believe that Miley was acting like this, and turned everything around on her. "I think a better question is." She really needed to figure out how to say this. "How come you didn't tell me that your estranged-for-two-years-boyfriend had come back?" She'd planted her hands on her hips, and the look she was giving Miley was like the one your mother gives you when she's disappointed in you.
"I just found out last night, Lily. He showed up out of the blue, on my front porch, carrying flowers and chocolate. I most certainly didn't have a clue that he would show up here." She sighed as she looked into her best friends eyes. "I didn't have time to tell anyone, anything."
The warning bell rang while she was trying to explain, and the hallway had been nearly deserted by the time they'd started the conversation, and now they only had three minutes to get to class.
Miley found her way out of explaining everything, and having to answer Lily's questions, and she jumped on it. Lily knew just knew it when Miley started to talk again.
"Listen, we'll talk about this after school, but right now, we really need to get our fannies to class before we end up in after school detention." With that Lily watched Miley turn on her heel and start to walk off.
"Okay, missy, but I expect to hear the whole kit and kaboodle later," she'd nearly shouted it at her best friend, because Miley had her back turned and was walking away.
"Yes, mommy." Miley throws back over her shoulder, as she starts to jog down the hallway, and duck into another corridor.
Miley walked into her third period English class just moments before the tardy bell rang, and managed to get into her seat without the teacher noticing.
She hadn't paid much attention to who all had been in the room, and she certainly didn't know who had slid confidently into the seat behind her.
Her mind was still racing over the fact that Lily had figured out that Les was Jake, and she was trying to figure out a way to do damage control. She did know that Derrick usually sat behind her and bugged her to no end all through class.
So when someone started to tug on her hair, her brain automatically jumped to the conclusion that it was Derrick, and her reaction to the annoyance was to slap at the offending hand, and whisper over her shoulder. "Quit it, Derrick."
The name gets her a sharp, painful jerk of her hair, and a stir of breath right next to her ear. "Hey, pretty lady, my names not Derrick" With that declaration she gets the shock of her life. It had be said with such a vehemence, that she'd known the instant that he'd said "Hey." It was the annoyance also known as Derrick.
"Jake, what are you trying to do, yank my brain out through my hair?" She rubs her head, "That hurt worse than a kick from a mule." She watched an amused smile cross the once blonde's face.
"Miss Stewart?"
Oh, great Mrs. Martinique had seen them talking.
"Is there something that you and your new friend would like to share with the rest of the class?" Now everyone was looking at them, some chuckling, others staring like they were two pigs rollin' around in the mud. This was just great.
"Umm, no, Mrs. Martinique, I think that Les would just like to borrow my book. You know, since he doesn't have one yet." She'd thought it was a good enough excuse, but you know how that is.
"Well Miss Stewart, and Mr..." The teacher looks down at the paper Jake had handed her when he'd come into the classroom. "Rine, you're in luck. We will not be needing books for the next few weeks, as we will be studying the works of Shakespeare, starting with Romeo and Juliet." She picks up a handful of books, and walks over to Miley's desk. "Miss Stewart?"
Miley looks up at her with a pleading look. Oh please don't make me hand them out. The mantra goes through her thoughts as she looks at the teacher.
"If you would be so kind as to give everyone one of these books, it would be quite helpful to me." She lays about twenty books with the title William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet on her desk, and heads back to her own desk. God this too humiliating for words she thinks as she slides from her seat.
"Sorry." She hears the apology from behind her a turns to face Jake looking up at her. She acts as if she's going to hand him a book, then thinks better of it, and slaps him in the head with it.
"OW!"
"That's what you get for pulling my hair, mister." She laughed quietly, winked at him, and tried to saunter off with a flick of a lock of hair over her shoulder, but Jake obviously had other ideas, and grabbed her hand.
"I really am sorry." She could see it in his blue eyes. He really was sorry.
"Yeah, I know," she replied, flippantly, and continued to hand out the rest of the books.
He'd watched the two of them as they flirted with each other, and ground his teeth 'til they hurt. He'd really wanted to say something, anything to have to keep from watching it. The cuteness of it all, almost made him sick. He could feel his breakfast rolling around in his stomach, making his gorge rise at the site of the two of them together. He'd swallowed down his bile more than he would've liked to.
The teacher had made Miley hand out the play books, and when she'd gotten to his desk he'd purposely grabbed her hand and caressed the palm of it with his fingertips while taking it from her. At the contact she'd shivered, and when he looked up in her eyes, she'd looked as if she'd just touched the most disgusting thing she could think of, and had wiped her hand in disgust on the knee of her pants. He'd watched her hand out the rest of the books, noticing that Les had been watching her also. There was something about that kid that was just way too familiar, he just couldn't figure it out, but he would.
His eyes stayed glued to the little, brunette even after she'd sat back down at her own desk, and he'd felt his stomach start to churn again. As soon as Miley had gotten settled, Les had started playing with her hair, again. Wrapping it around the top of his pencil, twirling the curls on his fingers, running his hand through the ends, and she hadn't once complained, or told him to stop. Derrick just wanted to kick the punks ass because of the liberties he was getting.
He usually sat behind her, and damn-it when he'd even accidentally touched her she'd slapped at him, or told him to quit bugging her that she was trying to learn something here, yet that little Les Rine weasel shows up, and he has all the freedom to do with her what he will. Derrick was pissed, Miley should be his, he'd wanted her for over a year now, and gotten shot down every time he tried to make her his. What was so bad about him, that she didn't want him?
They'd started to pass notes about half-way through class, and she'd giggled a little at something Les had written back to her, and Derrick was just about to say something, when the bell rang. Oh they were so lucky.
Oliver had been sitting beside the new kid, and he'd watched Miley flirting with him all through class, or at least what he'd consider flirting it being Miley and all. He'd never seen Miley flirt with anyone, and it was strange.
Actually, the only person that he'd ever seen her really interested in was Jake Ryan, and she didn't really flirt with him. First, she'd hated him, then second, she'd been in love with him. But this new guy, he didn't know what Miley was doing, and he could hear Derrick sitting beside him and seething at the scene playing out beside of them. It sounded like a Brahma Bull blowing snot out, not that he ever heard a Brahma blowing snot, but if he ever did he was sure that it would sound exactly like the way Derrick had sounded.
Anyway, he'd catch up with Lily, and figure out what all of it was about. He knew that his girlfriend would have the scoop, Miley didn't make a move without telling Lily. At least that's what he thought, as he'd walked from the class room and headed for his locker.
A/N: Here's the scoop, I will try to do regular updates on Monday and Friday, maybe an occasional Wednesday. I'm not making any promises, cause my muse doesn't always cooperate with me. Hope you all Enjoyed. Be kind review.
