Review-happy, I keep forgetting to answer your question, I have no idea what kind of flower Michael gave her, but it was blue. I dunno, maybe it was fake.

Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns all characters.

(Someone asked what a disclaimer was, it's something you write so that people know you don't own the characters and so the author doesn't sue you.)

Btw, I had a car accident today, I feel pretty shit since I have to fork out a shit load of money, so to make myself feel better I'm gonna put up the first chapter of my next story, titled "Do You Believe In Ghosts?" Please review it and let me know what you think cos it's tricky, and cos it'll make me feel better about being poor.

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Michael's plan to get Mia to talk to him had failed miserable. He'd barely been about to say two words to her before being thrown outside.

So if Mia didn't want to talk to him, he'd give up. It wasn't as if he cared about her in the first place or anything. He only felt guilty because... well actually he didn't know why he felt guilty.

"Hey, dude," Josh walked up to him when Michael arrived at school. "Is everything ok with us?"

"Yeah, man. I'm sorry for punching you. I don't know what I was thinking."

"It's cool. And hey, you might not have gone through with the plan but you still got your face on the front cover of all the papers! That's awesome!"

"Yeah, I guess," Michael replied, that familiar guilty feeling washing over him again.

* * *

"So, Amelia," Lana turned around in her seat to face Mia.

"What do you want?" Mia shot back, not in the mood for Lana's bitchyness today. Not that she was ever in the mood for it.

"How was your hot date? Oh right, it was a bust wasn't it. Yeah, too bad about that. But now at least you know you're not good enough for Michael. Now you know you were never good enough for him."

"Shut up. Just shut up. You don't know anything."

"Oh, don't I? I think I know more than you know, Amelia."

"What could you possibly know about anything?" Mia could feel herself start to sweat. Lana, stupid as she may seem, is after all, Josh's girlfriend. And Josh is Michael's best friend. Lana could actually know the truth.

"I know Michael used you for publicity."

Ouch. Mia felt the pain of those words like a slap in the face.

"That's not true," Mia denied, hoping Lana didn't know about her nostrils.

"Yes it is. Josh set it up. But silly Michael had a change of heart and didn't go through with it."

"You don't know what you're talking about, Lana, so just mind you're own business."

The bell rang and Mia picked up her books and ran out of there before Lana could say anything else.

* * *

Later that day, Mia was sitting in Biology quietly. She'd been quiet all day with the exception of her encounter with Lana. Everybody had seen the papers and magazines, everybody knew what had happened. Or at least they thought they knew. Everyone had their own opinion, and Mia wasn't confirming anything for anyone. Wherever possible she ignored people.

But she couldn't ignore her lab partner Kenny, she couldn't get away from him. "So did you really find him with another girl?" he asked her.

Mia didn't want to exlain anything, it was humiliating to admit she'd been used for publicity. So she just did what she'd done all day, which was nodding along to whatever they said. That way no one would ever know the real truth, unless Lana blabbed. "Uh huh, yup."

"Oh," Kenny said. "That's horrible, Mia," he reached over and put a hand on her shoulder. "You know, I'd never do anything like that. I'd make a great boyfriend."

"Yeah, I bet you would," Mia agreed, not really contemplating what he was saying, just going along with it.

Smile and nod. That's the method. Works everytime.

"So, um, Mia, do you want to go out sometime? With me I mean," Kenny looked at her nervously.

Mia's first thought was to scream out. But she stopped to think about it. She didn't particuly want to go out with Kenny, in fact, she didn't particuly like Kenny. But it would certainly show Michael if she started going out with someone else just days after they went to the dance together. Even if it was only Kenny.

"And it's not as if it has to be a long term thing," she thought.

"Sure, Kenny," she said finally.

"Great! There's a really good anime convention coming up, I think you'd really like it!" Kenny excalimed exuberantly.

"Anime? Oh what have I gotten myself into?" Mia thought.

The smile and nod theory doesn't always pan out.

* * *

"Kenny? Kenny Showalter?" Michael asked his sister across the table, where they were itting after school. "Why would I care anyway?"

"Oh, you don't care? Yeah right! I bet it's eating you up that someone has gotten over you so quickly! It's been, what, four days, adn she's not sitting at home moping over you like every other girl who has ever been stupid enough to go out with you."

"Please, Lilly, it's not as if Mia and I even dated. We went to one school dance together. That's it. It was no big deal."

"Yeah, maybe not to you, but it was a big deal to her. And then you went and stomped all over her heart. What exactly did you do anyway? She still won't tell me, and she just agrees with whatever anyone else says about it."

"Nothing, I didn't do anything!"

"Hmm, why don't I believe you?" Lilly asked sarcastically. "Maybe because you're a LIAR!"

"Whatever," Michael replied, standing up and stalking off to his room.

"Kenny Showalter? She's going out with Kenny Showalter?" Michael kept asking over and over in his head.

But why did he even care? That was the real question. Mia could date whoever she wanted. They weren't together anymore. They never were together.

Michael lay back on his bed and turned his stereo on, determined to forget about Mia, and Kenny, and himself.

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