Chapter 10: Hottie of the Year

Dear Miley,

I really miss you a lot. I know I was stupid and I should have told you that I was moving. I'm really sorry. I mean really, really sorry. Can't we still be friends? Please keep in touch.

Sincerely,

Jacob Ryan

Jacob had just moved to Los Angeles a month ago and was writing a letter to Miley. He hesitantly put the letter into an envelope and sealed it. After putting on the addresses, he mailed it. Today, he was going to go to the first meeting of Zombie High. His parents had prior arrangements, so they dropped Jacob off at the studio. As he walked onto the set, he met his new director.

"Hello, I'm your director, Roger," the man said as if he were speaking to a five year old.

"Hi, I'm Jacob."

"Nice to meet you," Roger said, then shouted to the crew, "alright, we need Jake at make up."

"It's Jacob," he corrected.

"Right…" Roger says in a tone meaning 'I don't care.' A woman in her 20s came over to take Jacob to the make up department. Make up. They're kidding right?

End Flashback

So yeah, that's my past. That's how I got my first boyfriend. That's how my mom died. That's how your average guy, Jacob Ryan, turn into the famous Jake Ryan. That's how I became Hannah Montana. Most importantly, that's how I knew Jake Ryan. I tuned back to what 'Jake' was saying to the class.

"…Since I am, well you know, a superstar, and Tween magazine's Hottie of the Year," Jake boasted.

Lilly gasped, "I framed the cover," she said.

"Me too!" Jake said.

"I hung it in my bathroom," Lilly continued.

"Me too!"

Ahh! This is so annoying. Why did Jacob have to turn into Jake Ryan the egotistical monster?

"Oh my gosh, we have so much in common. We both love you!" Lilly says and shakes her head dreamily. Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that Lilly doesn't know the fact that I knew him before I moved to Malibu?

"Um, excuse me. Superstar, Hottie of the Year, your point?" I found myself saying. I could have sworn he recognized me for a second as he did a double take, but was proved wrong as he continued talking.

Later that day, after school, I was walking to my locker when I noticed Mr. Bram, the janitor, doing something to it.

"Excuse me Mr. Bram, was there something wrong with my locker?" I asked.

"Na, na, I just thought Jakey needed more room," he said while opening a locker that was four lockers put together, and one of them was mine!

"What?" I exclaim as I see an ipod and a TV inside the locker. And as if on cue, Jake came over telling one of his stories.

"And that's when I said, 'no Mr. Trump, ya fired!" The group around him laughed. "Hey, do you think one of you guys could save me a seat in the cafeteria?" The group agreed and ran to the cafeteria. "Thanks," Jake said and gave a small chuckle. He turned around to see his locker.

"Oh Tony!" Jake exclaimed.

"Jakey," Tony replied.

"I just asked if you could get the squeak outta the door! This is above and beyond. Give me some love!" They did a stupid hand shake then repeatedly said 'you da man.'

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, great! Who da man that knows where my locker is?!" I exclaim.

I immediately saw Jake's eyes soften up. "Oh wow, is this your-,"

"Yes, this is my locker!"

"Don't sweat it Millie," Tony said.

"Miley!" I correct.

"Like it matters," he replied. "Here's your stuff, come with me" He handed me a garbage bag and led my to a door and then opened it. "You're down by the boiler room, locker one." As I look into the stairs that headed down to my locker, Tony waved a bag in my face.

"What's this?" I ask, confused.

"Cheese. While you're down there, reset the traps." I walked down the stairs to look for my new locker.

"Excuse me… Miley, right?" Jake calls from the door.

I climbed back up the stairs with my stuff. "Yeah, what is it?" I ask, half nervous he'll figure out who I really am, half just plain annoyed.

"Look, I know you don't want to have a locker in the basement, and there's more than enough room in my locker for your stuff, so why don't we share?"

"Yeah, like I'd wanna share a locker with you," I snapped.

"Come on Miley, it's better than in the basement." I could always share with Lilly; then again, her locker's a messy jungle, and it's the same as for Oliver.

"Fine," I give in. We walked over to his locker and he started to help me put my books away.

"You know… I used to have a girlfriend named Miley. She looked just like you but she lives in Tennessee.

"Ha ha," I fake laughed nervously. "That is so weird!"

"When I moved from Tennessee, we broke up. I tried to mail her letters, but she never responded back," Jake said sadly.

"Aww, I'm sorry," I said, even though I wasn't sorry for not responding to his letters. He left me for a TV show in Los Angeles. If that talent scout didn't show up to our school musical, then Jake probably wouldn't have become a famous actor. I wouldn't have left him for Hannah Montana and Malibu; I would have stayed in Tennessee. But then again, I wouldn't have met Lilly and Oliver. I guess some changes weren't bad at all.

A/N: Hey guys! I was going to start this chapter at End Flashback, but after I got a review from wolfwhisperer asking me if I could put 'Jacob' in this chapter, so I got a short idea which also explained how Jacob turned into 'Jake.' My idea wasn't too good, but it was better than nothing. So you guys review, and I'll get the next chapter up ASAP.