A/N: Hey, I'm back to give all of my wonderful reviewers a little present. A longer chapter! It means a lot to me that you guys take the time to review for me, thanks.

Schwartzibrow: Heh heh, you think Judith should be destroyed? Here's the next best thing.

Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns PD.

Mia:

On Friday, I still hadn't heard anything from Michael, so I resigned myself to the fact that he probably wouldn't ever call me. I had to meet Tina before English to discuss our assignment. I have a sinking suspicion that I was supposed to have a rough draft of an essay ready to turn in.

I got to class about ten minutes before it started. Tina was already there, paper in hand.

"You forgot didn't you?

"Yup." I plopped down in my seat and pulled out a piece of notebook paper.

"What are you going to do?"

I began scribbling on the paper. "I don't know. I guess I'll just have to talk to Dr. Jameson about it."

Tina looked toward the door, where Judith was entering with Dr. Jameson. She tossed her hair and laughed at a remark he made.

The rest of the class trickled in slowly, and at five minutes after nine, Judith began collecting all the rough drafts. She passed me and looked at me questioningly. I shook my head slightly and she moved on to Tina. The rest of the class was a blur, and before I knew it, everyone was getting up to leave.

"Miss Thermopolis. I'd like to speak to you after class please."

Shit. It's only the third class and I have already been held back twice. I sighed and gathered my things.

"I noticed you didn't turn in your rough draft. Any particular reason why?"

I shuffled my feet and looked down. "Well, I've had a lot going in the past few days, and I forgot."

He sighed and said, "Try to get it to me by the end of the day. I'll be in my office until 4 this afternoon."

I smiled and told him I would bring it to him. When I got to Psychology, Dr. Fordham was writing on the whiteboard. I hurried to my seat and Tina looked over at me. She pulled out a sheet of paper and scrawled, What happened?

I shrugged my shoulders and began copying notes in my notebook.

We went our separate ways after Psych, but I promised to meet Tina in the library after class.

An hour later, I was walking through the library doors when someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned to face them and was greeted with a very sorrowful expression on the face of Michael Renaldo.

Michael:

I sat on the bench in front of the library for twenty minutes, hoping to catch a glimpse of Mia. I really wanted to apologize for my behavior.

She breezed past me in a crowd of students, and I stood up to get her attention. When I tapped her on the shoulder, she whirled around with a smile on her face. Her smile quickly faded when she realized who was standing before her.

"Prince Renaldo."

Shit. Back to square one I guess. "Mia. I came by because I wanted to apologize for what happened the other day."

She feigned ignorance for a moment and said, "I don't know what you mean. Oh, you mean when you left me at Serendipity for nearly two hours without calling me? That? Because, you know, I had totally forgotten about it. Really." She smiled and turned to go.

I caught her arm and closed the distance between us. "Look, I really am sorry. It's just, I was getting ready and everything, and then Judith called to remind me about the function I was supposed to go to."

She looked up at me like she was trying to decide if I was telling the truth. Finally she broke her gaze and said, "I've gotta go. I have a rough draft due to my professor by the end of the day."

"English?"

"Yeah."

I thought about it for a second and then volunteered my services. In a strictly pupil-tutor sense. She agreed, and I held the door open for her to enter. Once settled at a table in the back corner of the building, she pulled out her notebook and a pencil. Her cell phone beeped and she flipped it open to answer.

Mia:

I was just getting situated when Tina text messaged me.

M- Something came up. I can't meet u in lib.

Yeah, something sure did come up. I looked around to see if I could spot Tina. She was probably hiding in the stacks somewhere, spying. I sent her a reply message.

Call me later.

I shut my phone off and looked up at Michael. He was gazing off into space somewhere. I was writing my introduction when Michael looked up at me. I could feel my cheeks heat up, and a thought crossed my mind.

"So Judith, is she your girlfriend?"

He looked confused for a second, and then a look of revulsion passed over his face.

"Hell no," he paused, "sorry. I didn't mean it to come out that way. She's the daughter of a friend of my grandmother's."

I looked down at my paper. "So, why does she always seem to show up?"

He shrugged his shoulders and looked away. "She keeps dropping hints, but I try to just ignore her. She likes the limelight too much. I'd prefer to keep a low profile."

He clapped his hands together and said, "Okay, let's get you fixed up. What is your essay going to be about?"

I hadn't thought that far ahead. "I think the assignment was to write a narrative essay, so I guess I can write about anything."

We sat in the library for about two hours, working on my essay. For someone not born in America, Michael has a very firm grasp of the English language. I stood up to stretch and he looked up at me.

"So, after you turn your paper in, would you care to join me for some coffee?"

I contemplated this for a moment. "Are you going to show up this time?"

He sat back and held his hand across his heart. "I promise. I'll even walk you there."

I grinned. Thrusting my hand out, I said, "Deal."

He took my outstretched hand in his and shook it. Tingles ran up and down my spine when my skin came in contact with him. I attributed it to the fact that I hadn't eaten since this morning. There's no way that was him. It was static electricity.

Just keep telling yourself that. There is no way someone like him would fall for someone like you.

My mind, spoken in the voice of Lana Weinberger, what a wonderful thing to have.

We walked side by side to Dr. Jameson's office and I shot him a nervous grin. He gave me the thumbs up. I knocked lightly, and then opened it.

The sight before me will forever be etched upon my brain. Dr. Jameson was sitting in his chair, and Judith was sitting in his lap. They looked up in surprise and Judith jumped up quickly.