Okies chickadee's, this is part two of the last chapter, so it's in Mia's point of view too.
I finished that fic I was writing about "Guitar Girl" and now I have nothing to do with it because there is sadly not a section for it. So I want you all to go out and get the book, so I can have people read it!!! Otherwise what's the point? I may as well have spent my time writing more PD fics. Just do it!!!!
And a lot of you tried to guess how I'm gonna get rid of Alex (cos let's face it, the pretty boy has to go) so I hope you're not disappointed with it.
Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns everyone you don't recognise.
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Mia's POV...
Wow, this is one big school. Especially when you don't know your way around it. I mean, I know where I'm going, I just don't know how to get there.
Luckily there were still heaps of people hanging around outside. So accompanied by Lars, we asked around and found out how to get to Alex's room.
Lars hadn't even asked me what was wrong and why we needed to go, and I hadn't told him. He just understood that whatever it was was important and that I needed Alex. I still don't know what it all means, but I want to see Alex's comforting face, and I want to tell him what happened.
I found his room and knocked. I didn't even bother to check myself over. I don't care, I know I look like a mess. I'm sure my eyes are red and puffy and my mascara has run, but Alex isn't going to care about that. And he doesn't have a room mate, so no one else is going to see me.
The door opened and a girl stood there, wearing a mans shirt and no pants.
Whoa! Wrong room.
"Yes?" she asked, as if I had interrupted something, which I no doubt had.
In the background I heard a man call out, "Tell whoever it is to GO AWAY!"
"Oh, um, I'm sorry. I was looking for Alex, but I obviously have the wrong room." I turned to leave, embarrassed by what I'd seen, when I heard her say something to her partner.
"Alex, someone for you."
What? This can't be Alex's room! I must have gotten it wrong. I can't be Alex. Not my Alex.
But it was. Alex, my Alex, came to the door in nothing but his underwear. I didn't say anything. I couldn't say anything. I just gaped at him.
"Mia! What are you doing here?" He said it as if my walking in on him with another woman was my fault.
I didn't answer him. I turned and ran down the hallway, down the stairs and out of the building. Lars was right on my heels.
When I reached the garden beds I stopped to throw up. I was dizzy and couldn't think properly.
Lars helped me up and offered me his handkerchief.
"Take me home, Lars," I said in between choking back tears.
"Of course, Princess. This way." He took me by the arm and guided me in the direction we'd left the limo.
"Mia!" Alex ran to my side.
"Go away, Alex."
"No, I want to explain!"
"Explain? How can you explain your way out of that?"
"I don't know what happened, ok? But I didn't see you for a while and I was lonely. Tiffany was there, and I don't know, it just happened."
"It just happened? How did it just happen? Was tonight the first time it 'just happened'? Or were you with her before too? Before you came to visit me?" I pushed him as hard as I could as I said the words 'visit me'. Then I proceeded to pound on his chest as he stumbled about, trying to get his balance back.
He didn't deny it. He just said, "I'm sorry ok? I can't handle this long distance thing."
"You can't handle it? You didn't even try! You just jumped into bed with the nearest girl there was!" I couldn't stand it any longer. I turned to Lars, "Come on, I want to get out of here."
"Mia, wait," Alex pleaded.
"No."
"I think you'd better respect her decision," Lars said with a threatening look. I bet it was taking everything he had not to punch Alex himself.
I cried all the way home. I didn't want to go back to my dorm room, I didn't want to have to answer any questions, and I didn't want to run into Michael. So I went home to the Loft.
Mom opened the door in her robe and she helped me into bed. She didn't ask me any questions except, "Do you want some hot cocoa?" and she just held me until I fell asleep, just like she used to when I was younger and woke up from nightmares.
Only this wasn't a nightmare.
* * *
"Do you want to talk about it, Mia?" mom asked.
She's been so good to me since I arrived in the middle of the night last night. This is the first time she's actually asked me what's wrong, and she's not pressuring me to tell her, she simply brought me breakfast in bed and is sitting here with me. She's not even trying to steal my eggs like she would normally.
I signed, not because I didn't want to tell her, but because it meant thinking about it all. It meant thinking about Michael and the kiss, and what he and Lilly both said; and it meant thinking about Alex and the jerk he turned out to be.
And I don't particuly want to think about these things, except that I feel I need to get them off my chest. So I told her.
"You remember Lilly's brother Michael?" I asked her, she nodded. "Well, in my Freshman year... I sort of had a huge crush on him..."
She didn't seem shocked by this news. Why wasn't she surprised?
"You knew didn't you?" I asked her.
"Oh, honey, everyone knew. It was pretty obvious that you two were head over heals for each other."
"Wait, you knew that Michael liked me? And you never told me?"
"Well, I didn't want to intrude upon your love life. And besides, I thought you knew. It was pretty obvious, Mia."
Yeah, obvious to everyone but me apparently.
"Aw, man. This sucks."
"Do you want to continue with your story, Mia? Or was that the end? Was that the reason you were so upset last night?"
"Of course not. I was upset about a number of things. Firstly, I found out about Michael. Secondly, he kissed me."
Now she was shocked. Finally the expression I was waiting for. Thank you.
"But what about Alex? Doesn't he know you're with Alex?"
"Yes, he did know. But he said he had to go after the things he wants..."
"I always liked that boy," mom said with a dreamy look in her eye.
"Anyway... I was so upset, I went all the way to Forrester to see Alex, and..." I was choking back tears as I tried to spit it out.
Mom guessed what I was going to say though, so I didn't have to say it. "That scumbag," was all she said before putting her arm around my shoulders and hugging me, squashing my breakfast in the mean time.
"Oh, mom, it was horrible."
"I know, I know. So what are you going to do now?"
"I have no idea! I mean, sure, I used to love Michael, but I don't any more. At least I don't think I do. I think I still love Alex. But I don't want to be with him any more, not after that. No." I burst into tears again and mom just cradled me for a good while.
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What will Michael have to say for himself? Find out in the next installment! Lol, I'm a little crazy right now... I think I need sleep...
REVIEW!
I finished that fic I was writing about "Guitar Girl" and now I have nothing to do with it because there is sadly not a section for it. So I want you all to go out and get the book, so I can have people read it!!! Otherwise what's the point? I may as well have spent my time writing more PD fics. Just do it!!!!
And a lot of you tried to guess how I'm gonna get rid of Alex (cos let's face it, the pretty boy has to go) so I hope you're not disappointed with it.
Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns everyone you don't recognise.
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Mia's POV...
Wow, this is one big school. Especially when you don't know your way around it. I mean, I know where I'm going, I just don't know how to get there.
Luckily there were still heaps of people hanging around outside. So accompanied by Lars, we asked around and found out how to get to Alex's room.
Lars hadn't even asked me what was wrong and why we needed to go, and I hadn't told him. He just understood that whatever it was was important and that I needed Alex. I still don't know what it all means, but I want to see Alex's comforting face, and I want to tell him what happened.
I found his room and knocked. I didn't even bother to check myself over. I don't care, I know I look like a mess. I'm sure my eyes are red and puffy and my mascara has run, but Alex isn't going to care about that. And he doesn't have a room mate, so no one else is going to see me.
The door opened and a girl stood there, wearing a mans shirt and no pants.
Whoa! Wrong room.
"Yes?" she asked, as if I had interrupted something, which I no doubt had.
In the background I heard a man call out, "Tell whoever it is to GO AWAY!"
"Oh, um, I'm sorry. I was looking for Alex, but I obviously have the wrong room." I turned to leave, embarrassed by what I'd seen, when I heard her say something to her partner.
"Alex, someone for you."
What? This can't be Alex's room! I must have gotten it wrong. I can't be Alex. Not my Alex.
But it was. Alex, my Alex, came to the door in nothing but his underwear. I didn't say anything. I couldn't say anything. I just gaped at him.
"Mia! What are you doing here?" He said it as if my walking in on him with another woman was my fault.
I didn't answer him. I turned and ran down the hallway, down the stairs and out of the building. Lars was right on my heels.
When I reached the garden beds I stopped to throw up. I was dizzy and couldn't think properly.
Lars helped me up and offered me his handkerchief.
"Take me home, Lars," I said in between choking back tears.
"Of course, Princess. This way." He took me by the arm and guided me in the direction we'd left the limo.
"Mia!" Alex ran to my side.
"Go away, Alex."
"No, I want to explain!"
"Explain? How can you explain your way out of that?"
"I don't know what happened, ok? But I didn't see you for a while and I was lonely. Tiffany was there, and I don't know, it just happened."
"It just happened? How did it just happen? Was tonight the first time it 'just happened'? Or were you with her before too? Before you came to visit me?" I pushed him as hard as I could as I said the words 'visit me'. Then I proceeded to pound on his chest as he stumbled about, trying to get his balance back.
He didn't deny it. He just said, "I'm sorry ok? I can't handle this long distance thing."
"You can't handle it? You didn't even try! You just jumped into bed with the nearest girl there was!" I couldn't stand it any longer. I turned to Lars, "Come on, I want to get out of here."
"Mia, wait," Alex pleaded.
"No."
"I think you'd better respect her decision," Lars said with a threatening look. I bet it was taking everything he had not to punch Alex himself.
I cried all the way home. I didn't want to go back to my dorm room, I didn't want to have to answer any questions, and I didn't want to run into Michael. So I went home to the Loft.
Mom opened the door in her robe and she helped me into bed. She didn't ask me any questions except, "Do you want some hot cocoa?" and she just held me until I fell asleep, just like she used to when I was younger and woke up from nightmares.
Only this wasn't a nightmare.
* * *
"Do you want to talk about it, Mia?" mom asked.
She's been so good to me since I arrived in the middle of the night last night. This is the first time she's actually asked me what's wrong, and she's not pressuring me to tell her, she simply brought me breakfast in bed and is sitting here with me. She's not even trying to steal my eggs like she would normally.
I signed, not because I didn't want to tell her, but because it meant thinking about it all. It meant thinking about Michael and the kiss, and what he and Lilly both said; and it meant thinking about Alex and the jerk he turned out to be.
And I don't particuly want to think about these things, except that I feel I need to get them off my chest. So I told her.
"You remember Lilly's brother Michael?" I asked her, she nodded. "Well, in my Freshman year... I sort of had a huge crush on him..."
She didn't seem shocked by this news. Why wasn't she surprised?
"You knew didn't you?" I asked her.
"Oh, honey, everyone knew. It was pretty obvious that you two were head over heals for each other."
"Wait, you knew that Michael liked me? And you never told me?"
"Well, I didn't want to intrude upon your love life. And besides, I thought you knew. It was pretty obvious, Mia."
Yeah, obvious to everyone but me apparently.
"Aw, man. This sucks."
"Do you want to continue with your story, Mia? Or was that the end? Was that the reason you were so upset last night?"
"Of course not. I was upset about a number of things. Firstly, I found out about Michael. Secondly, he kissed me."
Now she was shocked. Finally the expression I was waiting for. Thank you.
"But what about Alex? Doesn't he know you're with Alex?"
"Yes, he did know. But he said he had to go after the things he wants..."
"I always liked that boy," mom said with a dreamy look in her eye.
"Anyway... I was so upset, I went all the way to Forrester to see Alex, and..." I was choking back tears as I tried to spit it out.
Mom guessed what I was going to say though, so I didn't have to say it. "That scumbag," was all she said before putting her arm around my shoulders and hugging me, squashing my breakfast in the mean time.
"Oh, mom, it was horrible."
"I know, I know. So what are you going to do now?"
"I have no idea! I mean, sure, I used to love Michael, but I don't any more. At least I don't think I do. I think I still love Alex. But I don't want to be with him any more, not after that. No." I burst into tears again and mom just cradled me for a good while.
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What will Michael have to say for himself? Find out in the next installment! Lol, I'm a little crazy right now... I think I need sleep...
REVIEW!
