A/N: I dedicate this chapter 2 one of my friends, Polly.

The next day at school, every single girl was in distress. I tapped Massie on the shoulder and whispered, "What's the matter with everybody?" I noticed Massie's mascara was slightly smudged, as if her eyes had been tearing up! Massie took a deep breath and turned. Dylan started massaging her shoulders. "Nick—the celebrity—has a girlfriend already!" she wailed, stomping the ground. "And he didn't even give me a chance!" Alicia nodded sympathetically. "It's totally true. He never even got to see Massie," she stated, turning to Massie. "It's okay, Mass, there're plenty of other fish in the sea."

Massie wailed louder and shook her head. "I don't want a fish! I want a celebrity. And Nick was supposed to be my rock star! He'll be hearing from my lawyer." Claire took over the coaxing. "It's okay, Massie," she cooed in a pleasant tone I'd never heard her use before (well, I've never heard her period). "He obviously doesn't know what he's missing out on. Tomorrow, we'll just make sure he sees you. The second he does he'll dump his 'girlfriend' and ask you out. I swear!" Her voice was very convincing, and Massie quieted. "Um, who is this girlfriend?" I asked, trying to contain my inner anger. How could he go get a girlfriend behind my back?

"Her name's Polina. Everyone calls her Polly though. Like a parrot! Anyway, she has blonde hair that's bleached and these light eyes that are most likely contacts. I guess she's pretty, tall, and slender—how could he chose her over me?" I shrugged. I was thinking the same thing angrily. "I will follow him all day if I have to!" Massie promised. Then the bell ring.

THAT NIGHT

"Do you have your outfit prepared?" Massie asked Alicia. Alicia nodded importantly. "You can leave your hair down, since it's black. I have to tuck mine into my cap. Ew! Can you say 'Kristen-do?'" she asked jokingly. Alicia, Claire, and she were going to spy on Nick. He was staying in a hotel not too far off. If they stayed hidden and avoided the protective bodyguards, everything would run smoothly. Claire quietly followed Massie by tucking in her blonde hair. When the girls were fully decked out in black, they crept out of Massie's gym/barn and started off towards Nick's hotel.

A/N: I know that normally, fans wouldn't know where celebrities were staying, but WORK WITH ME, PEOPLE!

MILEY'S ROOM

I took a deep breath as I flipped open my phone slowly. I punched in the number 10 (signifying speed dial ten, Nick Jonas) and mashed Send. As it began ringing, I braced myself for what I was about to do. "Hullo?" asked a voice. I prepped up my voice and made it as bubbly as I could—Nick liked happy-go-lucky girls.

"Hey, Nick! I was wondering if you'd like to come and meet me at my hotel room! I have something really important to tell you. It's too big for a phone conversation. Can you be over here in five?" I asked politely. Nick paused for a second before answering, "Sure. Just me?" I nodded to myself. "Just you," I echoed to confirm. I was positive that Nick would either tell Kevin and Joe or let me do it when I was ready. Most likely the second. That was just the kind of wonderful guy he was!

I adjusted my Hannah wig and replayed what I was to do in my head. It was go time.

THE BUSHES OUTSIDE OF NICK'S HOTEL

Alicia giggled as Massie tried to detangle a strand of her hair from a thorny branch without spearing her finger. Massie quickly flashed Alicia a quiet sign and returned both of her hands' attention to the knot. Claire whispered, "He's leaving the hotel! What's he doing?" Massie finished undoing the knot and checked out the doorway. Sure enough, a tall male figure with dark clothes and sunglasses was exiting the building. His bushy hair was a giveaway, though. "Where are his bodyguards?" Alicia asked. Massie checked all of the places they could possibly be. "I guess we got lucky—he must've snuck out! That's why he's being so secretive! No one's here right now—no cars are here, even! He could walk right by and nobody would mob him. Genius."

He crossed the street and flitted into the hotel across the way. "Go, go, go!" Massie hissed urgently, shuffling her friends along. The girls crouched down and "ran" the length of the bushes. When they reached the street, they stood up and flitted across, watching for passersby or cars. They entered the hotel, trying to look normal. When they saw Nick enter the elevator, Alicia and Massie hurried to the nearest one, which was being occupied by a slow moving family. Claire held them back and pointed them in the direction of the stars. Moaning and groaning, they rushed up the stars. They saw Nick exit the elevator and knock on a door to his right. It opened and, standing there, was Hannah Montana!

MILEY'S ROOM'S DOORWAY

"Hey, Nick," I said meekly. He smiled his sweet smile. I just melted. He could get anything out of me. "So, Hannah, what did you want to tell me?" Nick asked, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. "Well," I began slowly, "you don't have to call me Hannah." Nick nodded. "Oh. Okay. Well, see you." He turned to go. "Wait! I have to tell you the reason why." Nick rotated and stared at me expectantly. I exhaled slowly. "Well, the truth is, I'm not just a celebrity. It's a little more diverse than that." Nick stared at me, silently begging me to explain. I grabbed a handful of wig and began removing it slowly. "I'm not just Hannah Montana; I'm also Miley Stewart, the completely normal freshman from California."

THE CORNER NEAR MILEY'S ROOM

Claire, Massie, and Alicia gasped all at the same time as they watched the drama unfold before their eyes. It was normal at first, until they picked up on some of the dialogue. Hannah was talking about being more than one person. Alicia looked puzzled when this happened and murmured, "Multiple personality disorder…." Massie held up her hand, signaling for her to quiet. She did. Then, Hannah dropped the shocker: "I'm not just Hannah Montana; I'm also Miley Stewart, the completely normal freshman from California," she'd said, pulling off her blonde wig and revealing a head of curly brown hair. Massie gasped. "So that means that the new girl who we feared would be more popular than us—" she started. "—is really the largest teen pop sensation in the entire world?" Alicia finished, marveling.