A/N: My first Hannah Montana story. This is Miley's POV. I've never written a fanfic in first person before, so this will be interesting. Oh, Miley's in high school. She's sixteen. She's going out with Jake and he doesn't know she's Hannah.

Disclaimer: I own 2 Hannah Montana CDs, a Hannah Montana DVD, a bunch of episodes on my DVR, and three episodes that I bought on iTunes, but unfortunately, they weren't selling the rights on iTunes. Darn.

I sat at my desk doodling on my binder. It was Friday, and I was in history class. I've got one word to describe it: boring. I hate history, and my teacher, Mr. Vacca, didn't make it any better. The only thing that's interesting about him is that his last name completely describes him; it means cow.

Thinking about that, I giggled. I always seem to be invisible in this class, but it just happens that Mr. Cow heard me. "Is there something funny, Miley? Would you like to share it with the rest of the class?"

I suddenly turned a bright red color. "No, Mr. Cow—er Mr. Vacca," I replied.

"Excuse me, what did you call me? It sounded like you called me Mr. Cow. I think this kind of disrespect earns you a trip to the principal's office. Now, Miss Stewart," he said handing me a piece of paper.

I grabbed my bag and shamefully made my way to the principal's office. As I walked down the hallway, I noticed Jake.

"Miley, what are you doing in the halls during class?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

"I'm on my way back from the bathroom. You?"

"I'm on my way to the principal's office," Miley said.

"You? Miss Miley Never-Does-Anything-Wrong? What did you do?" Jake said, completely shocked, although acting a little over the top.

"I accidentally called Mr. Vacca Mr. Cow."

"Nice," Jake said with a smirk.

"Well, his last name does mean cow!"

"It suits him well."

"That's what I was thinking, then I giggled, and then for the first time in six months, he noticed me. That's when I called him Mr. Cow."

"Well, good luck with the principal. If I had one with me, I'd give you an autographed picture of me to give to him, just like in eighth grade," Jake said, pinning me up against a locker and kissing me.

"Yeah, I remember that one. I ripped it up as soon as I got out the door!" Miley said with a smile.

Jake feigned hurt. "How could you do that to me, Miley? I was only trying to help!"

"I just thought I'd give you a taste of your own zombie-slaying medicine," I said, kissing him once more. "You've got to get back to class before you get in trouble and I have to go see the principal."

"Okay, see you later," Jake said, walking away after kissing me again.


A/N: I hate history. BTW, I actually searched to find a good last name for this teacher. I wanted it to be Italian, and then I saw this last name, and this first chapter just came to me. :)