A/N: Because of multiple requests from my ah-mazing reviewers, I'm going to add a couple guest stars…
"We all wanna believe in luh-uh-uh-ove! We all wanna believe in somethin-in! Bigger than us-uh-uh-us!" I cooed into the microphone to immense applause, which increased as I finished. "Thanks guys for all your amazing support! I love it here in NY—and I can't wait to visit NYC! See you next time! Bye!" I dashed off stage quickly and shimmied past the Jonas Brothers, my opening act. I smiled sweetly at Nick, the cutest one (and also the closest to my age), then whispered frantically, "You guys better head out and do your bow before the crowd disappears like that cheesy magic act Kevin did before the show." Kevin nodded understandingly, and then shot me a look. "Hey!" I shrugged and gave him a hearty shove. I did the same to Joe, but I gently pushed Nick. No need to damage his fragile body—whoa I sound freakish.
The boys finished their bow and returned, high on adrenaline, as I am after a concert. "Hey, Hannah," Nick called. I whipped around. "Yes?" He smiled. "Let's go to Joe's dressing room to hang out." He gestured towards his brothers and me. I nodded flirtatiously and we headed towards Joe's temporary dressing room. "So, Hannah, we were hoping you could tell us a bit more about the school we're supposed to be going to. I'm pretty sure you've seen it. Isn't your brother going there?" I thought back. I faintly remembered the boys telling me about them going to some fancy academy, but the name slipped my mind, since I'd been deep into vocal exercises at the moment. But if they meant Jackson…Briarwood!
"Oh, yeah, right, Briarwood!" I paused for a second, making sure I was correct. "Well, it's huge and very nice. You don't have uniforms, and the soccer team is apparently really amazing and crucial to them. Can you play soccer?" I asked the boys. Kevin and Joe shook their heads, but Nick nodded slightly. "So-so," he admitted. "I'm not a great offensive player, but my defense owns all." I smiled innocently, pretending I understood what a soccer player did on "defense" and "offense." Joe opened his mouth as if to tell me something, but we were interrupted by my father.
"Great show, darling!" he boomed. I knew that voice—he just didn't want me alone in a room with a few of my guy-friends. I rolled my eyes unnoticeably. "We'd better head—you have a tough day tomorrow." I understood that he meant school, but couldn't say it because Hannah wasn't attending school—she had a private on-tour tutor. And the JB didn't know I was Miley—yet. I planned on telling them when the moment was right.
"Alright, Daddy. See you, bros," I called playfully to my stage-mates. I sauntered out to the limousine and piled into the backseat. We drove in silence. I immediately retired to the confinements of my bed without another word. Every concert sucks the energy out of me. And I needed some rest so I would be ready to confront the "Pretty Committee" (that's what they call themselves—isn't that cute?) the next morning.
A/N: Normally I'd end the chapter here, but I'm going to keep going.
The next morning, I chose a cute silver jersey dress (I admit, it came from Hannah's closet) with a black belt around my waist. I wore tight black leggings. On my feet were stylish black ankle boots. My hair was up in a ballerina bun and I wasn't wearing any jewelry. My makeup was slightly more noticeable than yesterday because gray and black don't exactly carry the weight color-wise. I did wear a silver bracelet, though, with my name engraved in it. I think I looked pretty good.
"Dad, I'm off to school!" I called. When I arrived at school a couple minutes later, I met up with my new "crew." Massie smiled at me. "Have you heard the news?" she asked quickly. I frowned and shook my head. "The Jonas Brothers are going to Briarwood!" Alicia whispered excitedly. I displayed a show of "excitement." I really had none—to me, it was like finding out my best friend who I always see is going to that school. Nothing too exciting. "I totally have a chance with Nick!" Dylan told me, finger-combing her hair happily. Okay, that was pushing it. Nick was mine—or Hannah's—and she needed to know that. "Nick's mine!" I shouted furiously. All five of the girls looked at me curiously. Claire, who hadn't said a word to me the entire period of time I'd known her, looked away right after. She obviously liked Nick too but was afraid to come out in front of the all-powerful Massie Block. "Whoa, girl," Kristen said jokingly, as though I were a horse. "It's okay; we're not going to get in your way with 'your man.'" She added stiff air quotes around the last two words. I smiled meekly. "Sorry, but he's just so darn cute!" The girls nodded in agreement. "But, as you all should already know, since Derrington and I are done and over, I think that I'll move onto Nick. I mean, you know how much of a chance I've got. And I do have quite an advantage over you," Massie said sympathetically. The girls nodded. I mimicked them.
Poor Massie. She had no clue what she was talking about. But I was determined to boost my social status (which was already pretty high; I was known as the newest PC member, although I don't think I was officially initiated into the group) by showing Nick, clinging to my arm, as my boyfriend.
And I had one easy advantage over every single one of these girls—I'm Hannah Montana.
A/N: I know a whole bunch of you will probably hate me and delete me off your favorite author list when I say this, but please note: I do not support Niley, nor do I think Nick Jonas is cute. Maybe I will learn to love it. Hehe. Luv u guys.