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Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns all characters except the ones you don't recognise.
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Michael's POV...
She's here.
Mia. Mia Thermopolis is here. At Columbia. At my college.
Why? What... why? I don't understand. She was supposed to be going to Genovia when she graduated High School, not college in America. Especially not Columbia.
But I just saw her in the halls. She ran into me, literally. I haven't seen or spoken to her in three years and the first thing I say to her is, "Watch where you're going." Yeah, real smooth.
Not that it would have mattered anyway. The guy she was with is probably her boyfriend. He was about her age, tall, blonde hair, blue eyes. I wouldn't exactly call him a "stud muffin" or anything, but I bet she thinks he is.
But it's not as if I really care about any of that any more. I forgot about Mia Thermopolis a long time ago.
Ok, so that's the biggest lie ever. But I definetly got over her. That's right, my heart didn't flutter at the sight of her, my palms didn't start to sweat, my mouth didn't go dry. No, none of that happened.
I don't think. I can't really remember because I felt dizzy and wasn't really concentrating. But that was only because I'd just fallen over, it didn't have anything to do with the person I fell over.
Oh man, I need help.
* * *
"And then you press that button there," I leaned over and showed her what button to press.
"Uh huh. What next?" Seriously, I may as well be doing the whole thing for her.
"How about you read this part of the book, and then you tell me what you should do next?"
"I love it when you get all demanding!"
Sheesh.
I sat back and flipped through my notebook while Holly read the book. I've been tutoring her in a crash, three week computer course for the last two months now, and I don't think she's learnt very much. Maybe dating her at the same time is too distracting for her... But if we break up now, she'll never pass computers, and I don't want her to fail because of me.
"Michael?" I looked up to see a petite blonde I didn't recognise standing in the doorway.
"Yeah?"
"Oh, hi. Um, I was told you were the guy to talk to about computer tutoring?"
"Yeah sure, come in."
She came into the computer lab and sat at the computer next to me.
I glanced over at Holly, she was shooting death glares at this girl, but the girl hadn't noticed. Holly saw me notice and quickly looked away. What was that about?
"I'm Stacy, by the way."
"Well I'm Michael, but you already knew that. So, um, you want tutoring?" I asked her.
"Yeah, if you don't mind. It's just I have to take a semester of Computer Studies as part of my course, and I'm not that great in that department. But if you're talking shopping and makeovers then I'm your girl!"
"Right, ok. Well it's $15 an hour," she nodded. "How's Tuesday afternoons for you? About 4.30?"
"Yeah, that's great. Thank you so much." Stacy stood up to leave.
"No problem, I'll see you 4.30 Tuesday, the first week back."
"Great! I can't wait to work with you," she said as she exited the room.
Holly turned to me, discarding her book. "What was that?" she asked.
"What was what?"
"That! She was practically in your lap and you actually set up a time to see her?"
"What? She was not in my lap, and of course I'm going to tutor her. I need money to live on, you know. Not everyone survives on daddy's pay check."
That last part was a little harsh. It was completly true, but a little harsh. Because Holly does get everything she wants from her father. She's a spoilt little rich kid. She just happens to look hot in a mini skirt and she just happens to dig geeky computer guys.
She just looked at me, I could see tears welling in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I just mean, well I have to do whatever I can to earn money. Sure my parents pay for my college fees, but I need money for everything else."
She nodded glumly. Totally milking the situation for all it was worth, and what could I do? Nothing. I had to go along with it.
"Look, how about we finish up here and I meet you tomorrow? I'll take you to lunch."
"That's so sweet, Michael. You're the best boyfriend ever," she said, closing the book and switching the computer off. It made me cringe to see that she didn't even shut it down first. Doesn't she know anything?
* * *
I picked up the phone and dialed my home phone number. I'd only left home four days ago, I wanted to move back into my dorm room as soon as possible to escape Lilly, and here I was calling her up.
"Hello?" she answered.
"Hi, wench."
"Michael, how nice of you to call. What the hell do you want?"
"I want to know why the hell you didn't tell me about Mia? About how she's here. At Columbia! I spent two months with you, and you didn't think it was important enough to tell me?"
"Why would you care about Mia going to Columbia, Michael? It's not as if she's your ex or anything." she said, in a tone that suggested she knew something she wasn't telling.
"Because... because... because you just should have mentioned it is all! She's your best friend and you never mentioned that she was going to college here, and not going to Genovia. You never mentioned her at all! And now she's here!"
"Once again, Michael, I ask you, why do you care that she didn't go to Genovia? You haven't spoken to her in three years, so why do you care now? I thought you'd gotten over that whole... thing."
"I care now because I'm going to have to speak to her! I swear, Lilly, you didn't tell me intentionally."
"And why would I have done that, Michael?"
I hung up the phone angrily. I didn't want to admit why Mia being at Columbia was bothering me, even though it sounded like Lilly already knew.
Why did she have to come to Columbia at all? I was doing just fine without her. Just fine.
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Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns all characters except the ones you don't recognise.
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Michael's POV...
She's here.
Mia. Mia Thermopolis is here. At Columbia. At my college.
Why? What... why? I don't understand. She was supposed to be going to Genovia when she graduated High School, not college in America. Especially not Columbia.
But I just saw her in the halls. She ran into me, literally. I haven't seen or spoken to her in three years and the first thing I say to her is, "Watch where you're going." Yeah, real smooth.
Not that it would have mattered anyway. The guy she was with is probably her boyfriend. He was about her age, tall, blonde hair, blue eyes. I wouldn't exactly call him a "stud muffin" or anything, but I bet she thinks he is.
But it's not as if I really care about any of that any more. I forgot about Mia Thermopolis a long time ago.
Ok, so that's the biggest lie ever. But I definetly got over her. That's right, my heart didn't flutter at the sight of her, my palms didn't start to sweat, my mouth didn't go dry. No, none of that happened.
I don't think. I can't really remember because I felt dizzy and wasn't really concentrating. But that was only because I'd just fallen over, it didn't have anything to do with the person I fell over.
Oh man, I need help.
* * *
"And then you press that button there," I leaned over and showed her what button to press.
"Uh huh. What next?" Seriously, I may as well be doing the whole thing for her.
"How about you read this part of the book, and then you tell me what you should do next?"
"I love it when you get all demanding!"
Sheesh.
I sat back and flipped through my notebook while Holly read the book. I've been tutoring her in a crash, three week computer course for the last two months now, and I don't think she's learnt very much. Maybe dating her at the same time is too distracting for her... But if we break up now, she'll never pass computers, and I don't want her to fail because of me.
"Michael?" I looked up to see a petite blonde I didn't recognise standing in the doorway.
"Yeah?"
"Oh, hi. Um, I was told you were the guy to talk to about computer tutoring?"
"Yeah sure, come in."
She came into the computer lab and sat at the computer next to me.
I glanced over at Holly, she was shooting death glares at this girl, but the girl hadn't noticed. Holly saw me notice and quickly looked away. What was that about?
"I'm Stacy, by the way."
"Well I'm Michael, but you already knew that. So, um, you want tutoring?" I asked her.
"Yeah, if you don't mind. It's just I have to take a semester of Computer Studies as part of my course, and I'm not that great in that department. But if you're talking shopping and makeovers then I'm your girl!"
"Right, ok. Well it's $15 an hour," she nodded. "How's Tuesday afternoons for you? About 4.30?"
"Yeah, that's great. Thank you so much." Stacy stood up to leave.
"No problem, I'll see you 4.30 Tuesday, the first week back."
"Great! I can't wait to work with you," she said as she exited the room.
Holly turned to me, discarding her book. "What was that?" she asked.
"What was what?"
"That! She was practically in your lap and you actually set up a time to see her?"
"What? She was not in my lap, and of course I'm going to tutor her. I need money to live on, you know. Not everyone survives on daddy's pay check."
That last part was a little harsh. It was completly true, but a little harsh. Because Holly does get everything she wants from her father. She's a spoilt little rich kid. She just happens to look hot in a mini skirt and she just happens to dig geeky computer guys.
She just looked at me, I could see tears welling in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I just mean, well I have to do whatever I can to earn money. Sure my parents pay for my college fees, but I need money for everything else."
She nodded glumly. Totally milking the situation for all it was worth, and what could I do? Nothing. I had to go along with it.
"Look, how about we finish up here and I meet you tomorrow? I'll take you to lunch."
"That's so sweet, Michael. You're the best boyfriend ever," she said, closing the book and switching the computer off. It made me cringe to see that she didn't even shut it down first. Doesn't she know anything?
* * *
I picked up the phone and dialed my home phone number. I'd only left home four days ago, I wanted to move back into my dorm room as soon as possible to escape Lilly, and here I was calling her up.
"Hello?" she answered.
"Hi, wench."
"Michael, how nice of you to call. What the hell do you want?"
"I want to know why the hell you didn't tell me about Mia? About how she's here. At Columbia! I spent two months with you, and you didn't think it was important enough to tell me?"
"Why would you care about Mia going to Columbia, Michael? It's not as if she's your ex or anything." she said, in a tone that suggested she knew something she wasn't telling.
"Because... because... because you just should have mentioned it is all! She's your best friend and you never mentioned that she was going to college here, and not going to Genovia. You never mentioned her at all! And now she's here!"
"Once again, Michael, I ask you, why do you care that she didn't go to Genovia? You haven't spoken to her in three years, so why do you care now? I thought you'd gotten over that whole... thing."
"I care now because I'm going to have to speak to her! I swear, Lilly, you didn't tell me intentionally."
"And why would I have done that, Michael?"
I hung up the phone angrily. I didn't want to admit why Mia being at Columbia was bothering me, even though it sounded like Lilly already knew.
Why did she have to come to Columbia at all? I was doing just fine without her. Just fine.
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