A/N: Thanks to all of the people who are reviewing! Once again, I own only Sk8erBoi, all others belong to Meggin Cabot.

Chapter 3

September 19, 2002- Lilly's house

After I got that note and the freaky IM, I locked myself in my room. I mean, come on! What else was I supposed to do?!?!?! I went to school, and tried to act like everything was normal, which it totally was not, because like every movie I've watched with stalker-type people have the lead person telling everyone and then all the people they told die in strange ways, like hanged by a dog door, or stuffed in a closet slashed to ittsy bittsy bloody pieces and I don't want that to happen to Lilly or Michael or Tina or Lars because then I would be all alone with no one to talk to and no friends and I wouldn't like that at all, because you know, who would?!?! So I didn't tell.

I was like spacing all day. I even forgot to write in my journal during G&T. I just sat there, staring into space. Michael was trying to help me with Algebra, so of course he was like really annoyed by me sitting there not doing anything. Here's how it went:

Michael: So then you take the- Mia? Mia? Are you paying attention?

Me: Huh?

Michael: What's up with you today?

Me: Nothing, nothing. Why?

Michael: You're just sitting there.

Me: Am I supposed to be standing?

Michael: What?

Me: You said I was acting weird because I'm sitting.

Michael looked at me like I was an idiot.

Me: What?

Michael: Are you taking cough syrup again?

Me: What? (Intellectual, I know!)

Michael: Cough syrup? Thick icky stuff? Makes the world go round-round?

Me: What? (What else could I say?!?!)

Michael put his head in his hands.

Me: Michael?

Michael: You. Are. Making. My. Head. Hurt.

Me: What?

Michael sighed. Then he turned on his computer and proceeded to ignore me. Someone tapped me on the shoulder, and I swear I jumped like five feet in the air. It was only Lilly, of course.

Lilly: What's up with you? You look like a jack rabbit and a springboard.

Me: No I don't.

Lilly: Yes you do. Did Louie eat a sock again?

Happy for the chance to change the subject I jumped right in.

Me: No, I cat-proofed all the drawers in the house and the palace, which is no easy job because there were like servants all around who were like looking at me like I had another head, and Grandmere kept glaring at me when she wasn't yelling. When I tried to explain what I was doing, she was all, Cat? Here? I don't think so! Your mother may be enthusiastic to suffocate her daughter, but not in my country.

I stopped for breath.

Lilly: Are you on cough syrup again?

Me: What?

Michael: Stop talking to her, Lilly. She can go on like that for hours.

Lilly: Not if you ask the right questions. Mia, do you want to spend the night at my house tonight?

Me: Sure! I'd love to!

Michael: But- but- Mia-

Lilly: Whatever Michael….

The bell rang and I left Michael sitting there stuttering. He is so weird sometimes….

When we got to Lilly's, there was a big package on her doorstep. She opened it, and a huge plastic foot jumped out on a spring. I screamed, and Michael grabbed me from behind and pulled me back. Then he realized it was a foot and not a bomb or something and turned red. Lilly raised her eyebrows and he let go of me real quick. I kneeled down and looked in the box and there was a note from Lilly's loose stalker that said-

LILLY MOSCOVITZ' FEET ARE GOLD!!!!!!!!!!
YOUR DEVOTED FAN NORMAN

Lilly laughed really hard. So did I. It was funny. I checked all my pockets and my whole backpack for notes today, but, thank God, there were none.

I hope there never will be.