A/N: I guess that's a continue then? No problem. I seriously hope this doesn't get confusing because I suck at explaining things...
Metalhead13: Calm down, Mo, honestly. And no, you don't know what's going to happen. I've heard your opinion and you are wrong. Kind of...
Kasagi Onaso: Here's more! Hope you like it!
XxPunkHottiexX: what's wrong? I would try to explain, but I have no idea what you're confused about...I hope upon hope this chapter clears it up for you...
saima: you remind me of my friend up there Metalhead13^^ with the parole officer thing...seriously she had my Dad lmao one day because she was telling him how her "parole officer" told her not to murder her siblings.
Noire1: Sure!
sugarbear14: yeah that's a bit of a mistake isn't it? I need to go fix that now...the Moscovitz's are going to have some nice old pancakes...
LstCharmed1: yeah yeah yeah...wait you're confusing me too! We're both confused! That's probably not a good thing... thanks so much I will continue!
Sonja: Well, if you read the third book you already know...but this chappie ends differently than the book hence leading it into an actual plot [if all goes well]. And thank YOU!
Roxy-punk-princess: Yes, it does. I love writing him rather than Mia for some reason. Probably because he's a computer nerd like me.
Gina: You do? I never did like how I write. I still don't. I always think that my chapters are too short... thanks!
Jackie: yes, you guys rock, always reviewing my stories that I think aren't worth anything and BAM! I get tons of reviews. I love you guys :)
RosesRRed: YES! You a fan? I actually only heard 2 songs and I love them already...

Meggin: Ok, I'm not exactly sure that you're Meg and I highly doubt it at this point but if you are...YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY!

And Meg, if you're out there reading this...You're such a great author, one of my favorites! I've always loved to write and you pretty much inspired me! You rock!

Ok, now that I'm done with my extremely long author's note, on with the chapter.

Chapter 2 – Cherries and Deadly Manicures

I sat in homeroom, impatiently awaiting the Winter Carnival. Homeroom was our only class that day, if you can even consider homeroom a class. It's just where you sit around talking and all that. Josh Richter is in our homeroom with all his jock friends, so we (or they) are always out of control. Then the teacher takes attendance and you leave, simple as that. I have no friends in homeroom, besides Felix. Sure, I have friends, I'm the treasurer of the computer club, and I'm not completely anti-social. There's Matt, Judith, Felix, and, well, okay, so maybe I'm a little anti-social. And Mia, of course. Even if she didn't write that note, I'm pretty sure we're at least friends. I couldn't help thinking that if Lilly was wrong, we probably wouldn't remain friends very long, either way.

One way I hoped for, another I tried to avoid thinking about, but I couldn't help it.

"Hey Moscovitz, what's up with you?" Felix asked, eyeing me with a puzzled expression. I must have looked horrible, I felt like I was going to throw up.

"Huh?" I replied, ever so intelligently.

"Dude, you look...not right. What's going on?"

"Nothing..." I lied. He looked at me disbelievingly.

"This doesn't have anything to do with the princess, does it?" I felt my entire face start to turn a lovely shade of scarlet as I stared down at my JavaScript for Dummies book I had brought with me that day. "Yeah, go ahead; act like you don't have a thing for her. I know you do. Isn't she going out with Kenny or something; the anime-obsessed one?" I tried not to panic. Felix was my friend, but I really didn't want him, or anyone for that matter, knowing about my little secret love for the princess.

"Listen, don't tell anyone, alright?" I whispered across to him, hoping only he could hear me and no one else.

"Of course not...so it's about her?"

RING

The bell sounded, resulting in the entire school bursting out of the classroom doors, flooding into the hallway.

I walked over to my locker, opening my grades in the process, interested slightly. I scanned my eyes quickly across the paper: A's for the most part, a few B's scattered here and there. That's what I get for obsessing so much over Mia, less effort in school. Not that I cared about a few lousy B's. My parents might've been a bit disappointed, giving me a lecture on senioritis, and then psycho-analyze me. My parents' standards are a little to high. I think they're so used to me and Lily getting straight A's, they flat out expect it.

The I remembered Mia's Algebra grade, the one that I was partially responsible for, thanks to me helping her in G&T. I hoped she got something better than an F.

I mean, honestly, you would think her step-father would cut her a little slack or something. But Mr. G doesn't pick favorites.

I walked over to her as confidently as possible, stuffing my grades into my pockets. I arrived beside her and picked up a yellow rose that fell out of her locker. Who is that from? What is it for? I couldn't help but wonder.

She gaped at me. "Here. This just fell out of your locker." She took it, dazed. I guess she thought that it was from me. I hoped she wasn't disgusted by the thought, which was my first thought. I hoped she was hoping it was from me. I wished I had been giving her those roses. What a genius idea it would have been.

She read it over quickly. To interrupt the silence, I asked, "Well? What's the verdict?" referring to her algebra grade. She stared at me blankly, obviously not understanding what the hell I meant.

I love her, I really do. But she can be really really dense sometimes.

"What did you get in Algebra?" I asked, slowly, hoping she would understand.

She responded by opening up the printout, and smiled from ear to ear.

Suddenly, before I even realized what was going on, she threw her arms around my neck, shrieking "Wheeeeee!" I smiled, not being able to help it, and smelt her hair in the process.

It smelled like cherries. I like cherries.

I know it was a completely innocent hug, not showing any indication of how she felt about me, but it was still extremely enjoyable.

Imagine how enjoyable a kiss from her would be.
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Then she pulled away, to my disappointment, and without a word, stuffed her grades into her locker.

I felt someone pulling hard on my arm and turned around to be dragged away Judith.

"Come on," she whined. "You're already late!" I cringed. Her just-manicured nails were digging into my arm. I wouldn't have been surprised if she broke the skin.

I followed her, not wanting to argue with her. I could tell she was already in a bad mood. People always seemed to make her cranky. I felt bad for her poor, poor boyfriend who had to take her to the dance that night.

She kept digging her nails into my arm until she flung me into a seat by one of the computers.  Matt turned his head and laughed at the look on face as I rubbed my arm.

"Judith," I said, "should not get manicures. They cause too much pain on our part." Matt nodded in agreement and continued to boot up one of the age-old pieces of crap that they actually expected us to use. The company isn't even in use anymore. They were selling illegal software and went out of business.

Great, just what we need, illegal software.

I booted the computer I was seated at, waiting as patiently as I could. A line was starting to form, waiting to play the game that had taken up so much of our free time to create. I had a feeling this would be a hit.

That's because we used a different program to show to the teachers. Heh heh.

I got up once it was ready, hoping and hoping that Mia would come to the booth, like she had promised. Because now I had more I wanted to show her, other than the program.

I watched the other students patiently waiting for her to come, worrying she might have forgotten.

Then I saw her.

A/N:...I know I know...sort of a cliffhanger. It's not that bad though, is it? It's still pretty much like the book, but it will change (eventually, I hope). READ AND REVIEW!