It was a rainy Saturday night; the raindrops seem to be spelling out the reason of my misery on the glass windows: Mia. It's been so long and apparently, she's with this jerk named: John Paul. J.P. Well, how ugly can your name get, right? I wish it were me. I remember when it was me. Making out whenever we can. God, maybe she and the jerk did MORE than just make out. I tried not to think about it. But still, it bothers me. So much. The phone rang. "I'll get it!" I called out. Oh right, NO ONE'S HOME.

"Hello?"

"Michael?" a sad, familiar voice whispered. "Is that you?"

"Mia!" I said surprised. I was pretty sure she was mad at me. "Are you OK?" A sob was what I heard on the other end.

"I-I'm fine," she lied. Hey, I'm a bad liar but when Mia lies, it's just way too obvious.

"No, you're not," I said firmly. "Tell me what happened."

"N-no, I-I don't want to t-talk about it," she stammered.

"Whatever. I'm coming over." I love you, I wanted to add. But I already hung up the phone.

What happened to her now? I grabbed my shirt off the bed, and put it on. I also got my jacket with the letter I made for Mia and stormed out. It was raining copiously and I'll probably catch a cold, but I don't care. When I arrived at her apartment, I knocked. "Mia?" I called out. No answer. "MIA?" She opened the door and I saw that her eyes were red and swollen from crying and her hair was a mess. She still looked pretty.

"Michael?" she whispered, then fainted. Her head hit the ground before I could catch her. she had a big lump in her right temple, but I was sure that it wasn't from this fall. I took out my phone and, with my hands shaking, dialed Lilly's number.

"Lilly?" I whispered, panicking.

"What the hell do you want?" she asked, rudely. In normal circumstances, I'd call her a prick but this was important.

"I need your help," I said, my voice cracking.

"Oh really? With what?" She asked in a mocking voice.

"Mia" was all I managed to say at that point.

"Mia? What happened?" She seemed to panic too.

"She has this big lump on her head and she fainted." I felt so pathetic.

"Well, what the fuck are you waiting for? Bring her to the hospital!"

"I... didn't bring a car." So very, very pathetic.

"I'll pick you up in 5 minutes." The she hung up.


A/N

Sorry if this chapter is too short. It was made in school. :))

Anyway, enjoy. ;)

Yours,

Nessie