Chapter 3

"Oh. My. God," Mikayla's look of shock returned. Miley shut her eyes, quickly turning around to the sink. Mikayla didn't notice, however, as she was starring at the expensive phone as if it were an alien. Which, in a way, it seemed to be. "This is Hannah Montana's phone! And those clothes… that's the outfit she had on earlier!" The sudden realization escape Mikayla's lips in a rush. It wasn't long before she discarded the phone next to her purse and was walking toward Miley. Miley stepped toward the sinks, to brace herself. She suddenly felt light headed. Mikayla was just moments away from finding out her secret… and then it'd all be too late.

"I can explain," Miley repeated, spinning around to face Mikayla just as she'd gotten within reaching distance. She leaned her backpack on the sink before taking a deep breath. She had to think; she had to think fast. How could she have been so careless? Mikayla had an all-too-knowing smirk on her face… and, if she wasn't careful then the girl would know the Hannah secret. That would not be good.

Mikayla opened her mouth to speak, but Miley cut her off. "I found the phone," She stated in a rush. "And the clothes in the back stall. I was going to turn them in at the main entrance, but I hadn't gotten a chance." She hoped her lie sounded convincing, but by the look Mikayla was giving her, she highly doubted that it did. Taking in another sharp breath, Miley's eyes shifted to the phone on the baby changing station. Maybe her best bet was to grab the phone and make a run for it?

Yes, that's what she'd do. Mikayla stepped closer to her, reaching for the backpack. Miley quickly sidestepped, and headed for the baby changing station. Snatching the phone, she made a beeline for the door. Miley didn't even stop to turn back as Mikayla stepped out of the bathroom and into the hall, watching as she ambled into the limo that was waiting outside. She didn't turn back until the limo was pulling out of the parking lot. By then, all she could see was the other popstar standing on the sidewalk… staring after her.

A sinking feeling was in the pit of Miley's stomach, but she chose to ignore it. Maybe Mikayla didn't know as much as she thought… maybe it was all just in her mind. "Yeah, right, Miley." She muttered under her breath. Resting her head in the center of her palm, she stared out the window. This was going to be a long ride home.

"Oh, Mickey! Isn't it lovely?"

"Yeah, sure…" The popstar folded her arms over her chest, a dramatic sigh escaping her lips. They were standing in front of their new home –actually, Mikayla's fourth home. Usually, she'd be thrilled… but it was hard to be excited when your mother was hanging all over her newest boyfriend. This man was her fourth boyfriend in the past three weeks; Mikayla didn't even bother learning their names anymore. What was the point when they'd be gone within a week? "Can we just go inside? I'm tired."

"Teenagers." Mikayla's mother muttered to her boyfriend with an eye roll. She giggled, before glancing over at her daughter. "Oh, cheer up, Mickey. I'm starting to think that all the fame is going to your head." She reached to pat her daughter on the back, but the younger girl stepped back. Mikayla's mother brushed it off with a slight shrug, acting as if she had planned for that.

"It's not going to my head, mom. You're just being obnoxious and clingy with…" Mikayla paused, glancing at her mother's boyfriend. "Oh, I'm sorry… what's your name again? My mom just dates so many men that I think the fame is going through her head. I can't even keep track of you all anymore," She sneered, with a soft smirk at her mother. Two could play at whatever game her mom had in mind. And, Mikayla planned to keep being mean until she was dismissed to go to her room. Oh, how she hated hanging out around her mom.

"Mikayla! Please," Her mother gasped. The older woman turned to her boyfriend, an apologetic look on her face. "Oh, I'm sorry, Jerry… but, you know how teenagers can be. Mickey's usually not like this… I don't know what's gotten into her." She gushed, glancing over her shoulder at her daughter, she nodded toward the house. "You know where your room is, go. Margo should be here early tomorrow and you need some sleep."

Mikayla rolled her eyes, giving a faint nod as she started down the driveway. She could hear her mother flirting with her boyfriend as the door shut behind her. She was alone –finally. The first thing she did was head off to the kitchen. She snatched her chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream from the freezer, and then grabbed a spoon. Snatching the mail off the counter, Mikayla then started up the stairs taking them two at a time.

It wasn't until she was safely in her new bedroom that she slowed her pace. After locking the door, the brunette discarded her belongings on her bed before switching her TV on. Sliding down on to the frilly bed herself, Mikayla popped the top off her ice cream container and stuck her spoon in it. At the sound of the container opening, her small dog perked his head up from the corner of the room. The Yorkshire trotted over, soon hoisting itself onto her bed. "Mochie, this isn't for you," Mikayla cooed softly.

She slid her hand onto the small dog's head and then began to flip through the channels until she reached MTV. After turning the volume down, she let the remote fall onto the bed. Mikayla's gaze then shifted to her cell phone. She'd been waiting nearly all day to make a phone call to a certain someone. A small smirk played on her lips as she flipped the cell phone open and pressed speed dial number '9.' (310) – 675 –8772… The phone was fast to call and Mikayla grinned all the more. Now, for the moment of truth.

"No way!"

"Yes way! I'm serious, Lilly. I almost blew my cover. And, to Mikayla, none the less." Miley sighed, shifting her phone to her other ear as she opened the door to the refrigerator. She skimmed the contents of the top two shelves before sighing rather loudly. "I don't know what I'm going to say to her when I see her again. As Miley or Hannah. She's definitely on to me," She added.

"Does your dad know? I mean, did he freak?"

"Lilly! Don't be ridiculous…" Miley trailed off as she shut the fridge door. She leaned against it and sighed once more. "Of course he doesn't know! I'd be on Hannah lockdown for the next three weeks."

"Good point. And it's probably for the best that he doesn't know. I mean, we wouldn't be going to Tracey's party this weekend. She said Jake was going to be there."

"Trust me, that's exactly why I didn't tell him." Miley smirked, a slight laugh escaping her lips. She shook her head as she heard her Hannah cell start ringing. Rushing over to it, she picked it up and glanced at the caller idea. "Can you hold on? I've gotta take this Hannah call." She told Lilly as she read the caller idea. It was Mikayla. She didn't know what she was going to say, but she knew she couldn't avoid this forever. That would only raise suspicions. It was now or never.

Her stomach turned slightly as she set down her Miley cell phone and grabbed the Hannah phone. Taking a deep breath, Miley slowly pressed the 'talk' button and closed her eyes. "Hello?"

AN: yeah, this chapter is kinda short. But, i really felt that it was best ended there. It's a slight cliff hanger, no? =) Anyways, you know the drill. Let me know your thoughts. More reviews=faster updates. Sorry for the long wait! The next chapter is half done so it may be up soon.... hehe. Thanks for reviewing the last chapter!