Mr. Normal

Chp.16

Watching, Waiting, and Wanting

Disclaimer: I just wonder if Disney would be willing to give the show to me. Anyway, it doesn't belong to me, but maybe if I asked nicely...

Pairing: Jake and Miley with a splattering of Lily and Oliver

Summary: Jake finally comes back after two years of trying to figure out how to be a normal kid.


He'd been watching them since they'd walked into the school that morning. English class, Drama class, Geometry class, Lunch period, and in between every other class.

They were always together, Les had taken over his seat in English, and now he couldn't even annoy Miley. He thought of how her hair had smelled, and felt so feathery soft. He'd love to be able to run his hands through like the twerp had been doing during all the classes they'd had together.

God, he hated Les Rine with a passion that consumed him.

He hated how they'd run out of classes when they didn't have them together just so they could meet up as soon as they possibly could, and he really dispised how they automatically came together when they did have classes in the same room. It was like some stupid movie, and he was completely tired of it.

All day long he'd followed them, keeping out of sight of course. The only time he'd shown himself was when he'd get to his locker, and have to open it. He'd been standing behind the door of the steel contraption watching them. He was so tired of watching them, but couldn't seem to keep from it. It just seemed like the two of them couldn't breathe without the other. What he'd give to have Miley look at him the way she looked at the bane of his existence.

No matter what he'd done the past year and a half he couldn't get her to even give him a glimpse of what he could see as she'd looked into Les's eyes, hell he couldn't even get her to even think about one measly little date with him.

However he tried he just couldn't get the thought out of his mind, and kept asking himself over and over What's so speacial about Les Rine, that isn't speacial about me?

His envy was running his life, and he knew he'd always let it. First it had been that girl in middle school that had always shot him down, because he wasn't popular so he'd gotten popular, and the girl had still shot him down, but Miley had seemed different. He'd put her upon a pedestal, thinking that one day she'd finally give in if he'd asked her out enough times, and then Les had shown up, and that was it, how was he supposed to compare to him, when she was already in love with the guy?

He'd slammed his locker door with the anger that he felt over the whole situation, and had drawn the attention of the group of people that he'd not wanted to know he was watching.

Les had looked his way, his arms wrapped around Miley's waist, as she leaned up against the bank of lockers. He knew the other boy could see the red in his eyes as he stared him down with hatred.


Jake had felt eyes watching him all day long, and had noticed Derrick's presence on more than one occasion through the day. It had just been this little niggling feeling up his spine that had alerted him to the guy staring at him and Miley. He swore to himself that if he'd caught him he'd kill him, but the last bell was getting ready to ring, and he didn't want to get in trouble right before it was time to get the hell out of here.

He knew that Derrick was up to something, he didn't know what yet, but he was bound and determined to figure it out. He also knew when the other boy made his move it wouldn't be a pretty sight, by any means.

He was so tired of Derrick's huffing and puffing during class, even the one's that they had together without Miley he'd heard the growling, and stupid shit that the guy had been doing. But the worst had been in Geometry when he'd ratted on them for passing notes, and giggling at them.

Jake knew he could take the guy, and he was ready to kick his ass. He just couldn't seem to get the picture that Miley would never be his.

Now he had an unobstructed view of the bastard, and could see the hatred in his eyes. Well the feeling was mutual, and about ten times as strong.

"Les, babe?" He looked down on his girl, and smiled gently at her.

"Yeah?" He makes his grip tighter around her waist, bringing her closer to him, and away from the lockers.

"What are you staring so intently at?" She'd been talking to Oliver, and Lily, but when Derrick had slammed the door to his locker she'd jumped like she'd been shot at.

"Nothing, important," he explained, propping his chin on her forehead. "It was just a rat scuttling around is all," he quickly said as he felt her stiffen in his embrace.


She'd been talking to her friends, as the door of a locker being slammed had echoed down the hallway. It had made her jump it was so loud.

She looked up at the guy who seemed to not be able to keep his hands of off her, he was staring intently at something down at the other end of the passageway.

"Les, babe?" She wished that she could get used to calling him that, but ever since this weekend she couldn't think of him as anyone other than Jake.

"Yeah?" She felt him pull her closer to him, the lockers had been warm against her back, but this was oh so much better.

"What are staring so intently at?"

"Nothing, important," he'd said that with anger in his voice, she'd noticed, and stiffened her back in response thinking that he was mad about something she'd done.

He'd propped his chin on her forehead, which had relieved her fear a bit.

"It was just a rat scuttling around is all," he'd quickly explained, and she'd completely relaxed against again, at that.

She'd known exactly what he'd been talking about when he'd spoken about a rat. Derrick and his jealousy, UGH! She just wished the pest would go away, far, far, far away. But she didn't have that good of luck.

She glanced over toward his locker, and seen him watching them, again. This was like the fifteenth time today she'd caught him staring at them like they were some animal in the zoo, or a really interesting piece of art at a museum, and damn if it wasn't creepy.

"Why does he keep doing that?" She waved her hand in the general direction of Derrick, who was still giving her the heebee jeebee's, she literally had chills running up her back, and it wasn't because of the way Jake was rubbing his thumbs up and down her spine. These were those chills like when you're in the middle of a corn field at night, and can't see what's going to getcha. She shivered in Jake's arms and if it was even humanly possible, he'd pulled her closer to him.

"I don't know, but if he doesn't quit like really soon, DUDE'S gonna wish he had something to stare at."

Jake was getting really pissed, and she was so glad that it wasn't at her.

"Les, you can't do anything. I know he's being all creepy, and weird, but what can you do?"

"Oh, I don't know, give him a few less teeth, maybe. The guy's really getting on my nerves today, and you know how hard it is to do that, but he seems to be doing a damned good job of it."

She backed away from him, his chin leaving her forehead, which she was sure had left a big, red indention in her skin there.

She made him look directly into her eyes, "You know you can't do that."

His eyes were searching hers in disbelief. "The HELL I CAN'T!"

"God, I know you can, but then you'd get suspended from school, and I wouldn't want to be here if I knew you weren't." She untangled one of her hands from his arms, and lifted it up to his cheek caressing it gently with her thumb, the way he was drawing circles on her spine.

She faintly heard Oliver say, "like we're chopped liver or something." She didn't answer, she was too wrapped up in staring into Jake's eyes to even care if anyone else was around.

The last bell rang and they were still standing there, like there wasn't another sole in the universe.

"Come on you to love birds, that's the last bell, time to go home," Lily said, and dragged her out of her perfect little world where it was only her and Jake.

She reluctantly moved her eyes away from his gaze, and turned to her locker. God she had to do something, or there would be inapropriate behavior happening right there in school hallway, in front of her best friends, and the slimeball also known as Derrick.

At the thought of Derrick watching them, she shivered, and felt Jake wrap his arms around her from behind in comfort. His fingers were playing idly with the hem of her shirt. "You know we could always go to my house for a little while," he whispered gently into her ear, his breath stirring the little strands that hang over it.

Her eyes about plopped out of their sockets into her locker. "I don't think that's a very good idea, Les." She'd turned in his loose embrace after she'd gotten her faculties in order.

"I hate that you have to call me that."

"What, by your name?"

He just smirked at her.

Okay seriously does he have to do that to me. He knows I can't resist the smirk. But I can't call him Jake at school, especially when Derrick is standing not ten feet from us.

She just rolled her eyes at him, and pushed him gently in the chest, to make him back up. She closed the locker with her free hand, and wrapped an arm around his waist, as he let her go completely. "I didn't want you to let me go, just to loosen the grip."

He wrapped his own arm around her, and they heard a gagging sound behind them as they started to walk away, and past Derrick, who for all they cared could just keep on staring.


He couldn't believe that she'd walked right past him without even a glance, and she was flaunting the fact that she was taken right under his nose.

He wanted to kick Les's ass, and it would probably lead to that, if he seen them out somewhere one night. The guy didn't look like he'd be all that hard to beat the living daylights out of. Hell he'd could probably pick him up and break him over his knee as skinny as he was.

Derrick punched the lockers he was leaning against, and took off after the four people who'd just so nonchalantly walked past him. He was pissed, and he was gonna get Les Rine if it was last thing he'd ever do. He'd find out what he was all about and then he'd ruin the guys life. But first he was gonna rearrange the dude's face with his knuckles.


A/N: Okay Derrick needs a grip I know. But this last part wasn't even in the chapter, but after what happened at work this morning, well lets just say I was ready to do what Derrick is getting ready to do to Jake to the bitch from hell that is over me. I'm not a violent person I promise, but when you piss me off well that's a whole nother story. Anyway, you guys know what to do. Be Kind Review.