Yay, one hundred reviews, you guys rock!

About the swear word in the chapter name, I was gonna use the radio lyrics (they used 'very' instead of the f word) but I wanted to keep it the way it originally was. And I don't think people really take much notice of the rating anyway, but maybe I will change it....

And MeloncholicPolarBear, I am slowly getting through your story, it's taking my ages to read cos as I said before, I have no time to do it, but I think I'm halfway through chapter three, so I'll definitely review it once I get to the end.

Btw, I named Holly after Holly Valance, cos she's a skank and I don't like her, so don't worry, she won't be sticking around.

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Mia's POV

Finally the week is over. And it's been one hell of a first week. Classes weren't as bad as the first one I had, apparently it's a standard form of teaching to start off hard and then get easier, or so Frank once told me.

And I've only seen Michael in the halls once or twice, but we just smiled, we never stopped to chat.

I've also run into Holly a few times. She gave me the evil eye. I felt like telling her to loosen up or else she was going to lose Michael, but then I thought better of it. I think Michael would be better off without her to tell you the truth.

Alex is driving down tomorrow morning, I'm so excited, I haven't seen him in over two weeks. When I spoke to him the other day I told him about going to see Mondavi tomorrow night. I told him how it was the guy who we'd run into, and that he was Lilly's brother, but I left out the part where I had been completely infatuated with him in my Freshman year. It's not that I want to keep secrets from him, it's just that I don't want Alex to be jealous of Michael. Especially since there is no reason to be.

Tonight I'm hanging out with Hayley, Maggie and another girl Maggie latched onto. We're just going to a party someone is having, to celebrate the end of our first week of school. It should be fun, much funner than my Politics classes anyway.

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Wow, these college parties sure are different from the ones we had in high school. Compared to this we may have been playing pass the parcel and musical chairs.

But since this is an Ivy League school, which is not known for partying, I guess it could be a lot worse.

The party is in an apartment just off campus. Everyone here is drinking, and everyone here is making out with complete strangers. If the press found out I ever attended a party like this, Grandmere would eat me alive.

Since my friends disappeared on me, I sat down on one of the couches and motioned for Lars to come over to me. He insisted on coming, so I'd told him to dress casually. And to keep watch from a distance.

But I don't think anybody was paying particular attention to me at all since there were so many people there, and besides, I was thirsty but too lazy to get a drink myself. So I asked Lars to get me a Coke.

He was only gone a second before some guy came and sat next to me.

"Hey," he slurred.

"Hey."

"You here with anyone?"

"Uh, just a few friends." Where were they? I don't want to be talking to this drunken bum.

"Cool, so do you wanna go into one of these rooms then?" The guy was practically unconscious, that's how drunk he was.

"No, thanks," I said, standing up, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me down.

Where was Lars?

"Where are you going? Don't you want to party?"

The guy moved so his body was almost on top of me, pinning me down. Then he kissed me.

It was so gross. He was slobbering everywhere and he stank of beer.

I tried to push him off me but he was pretty strong for a drunk. Plus he weighed about twice as much as me.

"Hey!" I heard someone say. Thank God Lars is back. He'll sort out this loser.

But the man who pulled him off me wasn't Lars. It was Michael. He threw the guy on the floor and pulled me up.

"Are you ok?" he asked.

"Yeah, thanks to you," I replied. "How did you see him?" The party was so crowded I didn't think anyone would have noticed.

"I was just over there," he pointed to a crowd of people across the other side of the room. Holly was there, shooting daggers at me. "I saw the whole thing."

He saw the whole thing from the other side of the packed room?

I looked down at my attacker, he'd fallen asleep in the place where Michael had thrown him.

"Where's Lars?" Michael wanted to know.

"Getting me a Coke." I said, fighting back tears.

"Come on, let's go find him," Michael gave my hand a quick squeeze and pulled me through the crowd to the kitchen.

"Princess! What happened?" Lars said urgently as he came rushing up to us.

"Can you just get me out of here please?"

"Of course," he said, hearing the panicked strain in my voice.

I turned to Michael, "Thanks for um... thanks."

"No problem," he replied.

Lars led me straight out of the house and back to my room. "Do you want me to call someone?"

"No, it's ok." I didn't really know who to call, mom would just freak, and everyone else would probably be out. Plus, I didn't know what to say.

So I changed into my pyjamas, curled up in bed and veged out in front of the TV until Hayley came in.

"Are you ok?" she asked, looking worried.

"I am now."

"What happened?"

"Some guy was drunk and tried to attack me." Just thinking about it brought tears to my eyes.

"Oh my god, can I get you anything?" She was already reaching for the tissues.

"Thanks," I said, grabbing a handful. "But it's ok, at least nothing happened." I shuddered to think what might have happened if Michael hadn't been there.

"Yeah, I heard someone pummelled the guy and rescued you or something like that."

"Yeah, something like that."

I can't wait to see Alex tomorrow. If he had been there tonight nothing would have ever happened.

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Oh, about my one-shot, yes I know it was gross to have Michael want to kiss her after she vomited, but I couldn't end it without them kissing (what would be the point in that?), and the only way around it was to make her brush her teeth. So yeah, it's gross, but it could have been a lot grosser. And it's Michael, he'd wanna kiss Mia anyway, right? Ok, maybe not...