Crackhead In Love

 Chapter Eight: Finally Filled with Doubt

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Monday, December 15, Homeroom

I told Mia that her combat boot had come untied.

That was all I said to her today.

The English final is in twenty minutes. Knowing Mrs. Castelli—er, Sharon—the exam will be fairly easy. Then, the World History Final is ninety minutes after that. At last, they're letting us have time to study and eat. I guess.

What do I need to remember?

J.M. Barrie, author of Peter Pan, was a pedophile.

I loved Peter Pan as a child, too.

Monday, December 15, Lunch

"Michael? Is that a diary?"

That's what Suzanne Chang asked me just a few minutes ago.

"Um, no. It's a journal."

Big difference. I remember thinking that writing in a journal would be such a burden but, now that I think about it, I've haven't stopped writing in this journal ever since I got it, which was at the end of last summer.

Mia, of course, is leaving for Genovia the day after the Nondenominational Winter Dance. Which means that the night of the dance is the only chance I have to tell Mia how I feel about her before she is gone for the entire winter break.

That thought is making me feel even more nervous about the computer program. I finished last night and it's looking pretty good. I kind of like it. I hope Mia does too.

Tuesday, December 16

I think that the English and World History finals went well.

Chemistry and calculus finals tomorrow. Thankfully, today is a Reading Day.

Yeah, like I would spend my day reading.

People have been telling Mia how she sold out.

THAT'S NOT TRUE.

Wednesday, December 17, Library

The chemistry final went by smoothly. Three more to go.

I swear, some people have been hyperventilating in the halls.

Thursday, December 18

THEY'RE FINALLY OVER!!!!!!!

The finals are finally done with. Now, people can stop stressing and everything will be back to normal.

Except for the fact that we won't be getting our results until tomorrow.

Okay, on come the stressed out, hyperventilating students…

Thursday, December 18, 7 p.m.

I think I totally underestimated Mia.

In response to everyone thinking she's a sell-out, Mia had her own press conference.

And she told everyone that the proceeds from the dresses will be donated to Greenpeace.

She's back to her normal save-the-whales self.

God, I love her so much.

Thursday, December 18, 8 p.m.

Lilly knocked on me door and we actually had a conversation.

Wow.

"Michael, you are going to tell Mia you love her, right?" Lilly said, her eyes shining beadily.

"Um," I said, wondering if I should tell her about the computer program I had designed to tell Mia that I'm in love with her. "Yes."

"When??" Lilly said, her eyes widening. "She is leaving for Genovia the day after tomorrow, you know."

"I knew that."

"Then what are you going to do?" Lilly asked impatiently. OK, not really a conversation so much as an interrogation.

"Lilly, it's not as easy as pulling aside some person and saying, 'Hey, I love you.' You need to ease into it," I said.

"YOU'VE ONLY BEEN EASING INTO IT FOR THE LAST TWO YEARS!"

"W-what?"

"Michael, it's been obvious for the last two years that you've liked Mia! Get it through your thick skull," Lilly said, almost angrily. "She's loved you ever since she met you! Well, except for those two weeks when she thought she loved Josh Richter but she still liked you."

I sort of stared at Lilly in disbelief.

"I-I…I made this computer program for her…To, um…tell her how I feel," I said, feeling oddly nervous. "But what if she runs away screaming?" I added coolly.

"Have you not been listening to me for the last five minutes?! Of course she loves you!"

I figured that this would be a good time to interrogate her as well.

"Then why is she going out with Kenny? If she really loved me, wouldn't she stay single so I would know how she 'loves' me?" Lilly looked right about ready to stab my head with a nice, long knife.

"Because she was too nice and sweet to turn him down," Lilly said, cooling down a bit. "Duh."

Well, I had figured that out of course.

Well, no, not really.

"Doesn't it make sense to you yet, Michael?" Lilly said. "Didn't you wonder why Mia didn't kiss Kenny back?"

Because he had really bad breath? Ha.


"Well, yes," I said, my eyebrows raised.

"Anyway, Tina just called and said that Mia is going to confess her feelings for you tomorrow."

"Really?" I said, trying to get over the initial shock of the conversation.

"Yes, really."

I still have my doubts.

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