A/N Sorry, my laptop stuffed up, and my airport card is malfunctioning. It means I can't use anything to do with the internet, email, messenger, and so on. Which, simplified for you guys, means I can't update. So I'm just gonna forget the essay tomorrow, and write in another chapter to post when my laptop (if ever) is fixed.

Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns the Princess Diaries. I don't own any of this.

Monday, October 19 Lunch
Bio was .....interesting. What happened was, I got into Biology hoping that Kenny had totally forgotten about me. It was probably only that dress by Sebastiano that made him like me. Even though I'm kind of hoping Kenny likes me as I am... because, hey, he's actually pretty cute. No! I DID NOT just say that KENNY, KENNY of all people, is cute.

Well, he obviously likes me. Why? I seriously have no clue how he could possibly like someone like me. Oh well, you don't see me complaining. I got into bio, and Kenny had saved me a seat next to him. I nearly fainted from the niceness. Then he was really nice and became my partner when nobody else wanted to pair up with me. AND he helped me when I was having difficulty with my share of the experiments. Meaning he ended up doing everything single-handedly and letting me copy everything.

I felt I was taking advantage of him, so I did the cleaning up. And broke the first test-tube I touched. Meaning, Kenny cleaned up the fragments of glass, AND washed up. He's sooo....nice. But, hang on, I already have Josh... right? RIGHT?! Then it was time to go, and I went off to lunch.

Tina was already there, reading one of her romance novels. I got my lunch, and sat down beside her.

Me: Hey, Tina
Tina: (Looking up) Hey, Mia.
(Unknown voice): Hey, babe.
I nearly choked on my lunch. Hey's fine by me, but the next bit?! BABE?! Whoa, slow down, man. Who would call me babe? Unless, this person was referring to Tina. I looked up...

...Into the clear blue eyes of the one who could see my soul. Josh Richter. Okay, I don't know who he was referring to, but I sure hope it was ME. Josh sat his tray down next to mine.

Josh: Can I have a seat?
Me: (Stammering) Uh, su, sure Josh. I mean, of course you may... sit beside me, I mean..
By now I was rambling. I cleared my throat to start over, but he cut it smoothly.
Josh: Thanks. I need to talk to you, Mia.

His little group of jocks were talking to each other. I glanced at the cheerleaders, who were pretending to gossip, but were obviously trying to catch as much of this conversation as possible. Lilly was glaring at me, and totally ignoring Boris, who was sitting next to her and attempting to gain her attention. Kenny and Michael, over at the computer club table, were both wearing identical masks of... Jealousy? No, not possible. Kenny, yes, but no way would Michael fall for someone like me. I'm talking about the feet, freakish height, and lack of chest. And the whole Lars factor. Oh, yes. Lars and Wahim seemed rather alert and interesting in what Josh had to say, but were ready to whip their guns out if one false move was made....

Josh: (Ignoring the horde of people staring at us) Mia, I'm sorry, but you can't have Michael tutor you in G&T anymore. In fact, you can't be friends.

I glanced over at Michael, whose jaw had dropped quite a fair distance. Now, how did Josh know that Michael was tutoring me, anyway? Unless.... he's not STALKING me, is he?

Me: Um, why not? (I notice that Michael seemed relieved... maybe?)
Josh: Because, you two might get really close (Hah! Me and Michael? He's got to be kidding me. All I can say is, I WISH!)
Me: So? He's my friend. Besides, I need help in Algebra
Josh: (Better watch the face, mate. The face's getting flushed) Well, I can help you, then!

I nearly burst out laughing. Josh? Help me? Okay, that's a first. He doesn't even try to talk to me at a dance! Josh's face looked pleading... HECK! I'm getting sick of this guy. I like Michael, and I need his help. He's a good tutor anyway, and this... this... jealous jerk says I can't be friends with one of the most sensitive (Now where did THAT come from?) guys in the whole of this darn school? I glared at him, and opened my mouth to give him a piece of my mind, when....

I don't know how to describe it. His eyes were closed, and his mouth came crashing down on mine... except they never reached their destination, because just then, Wahim sprang up and knocked me away, while Lars punched Josh hard in the stomach. I'm not kidding. Both bodyguards gave each other apologetic glances for interfering in a job already well done.

I stood up in a huff, strode over to the sprawling Josh, and slapped him, hard, across his -darn!- perfect face. I would've spat, but Grandmere wouldn't have approved. Instead, I settled for an icy glare, and a little telling off. Josh Richter, you think you're so hot, do you? Hot enough to kiss princess of Genovia? All of a sudden, my sudden flare of assertiveness was gone, and I couldn't think of anything to say. I muttered to Tina, and briskly marched her from the cafeteria.

I could've sworn I heard some clapping from the computer club (a.k.a geek) table, and maybe...just maybe, some applause from where Lilly and Boris sat together, no doubt having witnessed (with interest,) the whole scene.