A/N: Thanks people who reviewed. This chapter is kinda crap, but please say what you think of it. And yes, I feelkinda sorry for Genovia too. But you'll hear about that soon...

Mia, the apparent Virgin...

9am Algebra

You'd think that if my mother had to marry my bloody Algebra teacher, who by the way is NOT hottie, by Ville Valo or Joey Jordison standards, he'd tell me when we were having a test. But, oh no, he doesn't. So I'm stuck here, pretending to finish an equation. Luckily I'm ok at FOIL now, as I wrote what it was on the back of my ruler with tip-ex. I see Tina, across the room, staring at her red and white striped socks. I bet that she wrote the equation on her socks! Just like Lil wrote what a Plasma was on the label in her DCs in Science last year. Man, that was funny.

Anyway, I've finished all the questions…thank God that I sit next to Boris, that geeky Russian from my GT class. And that he's so good at FOIL.

Mike came to see me in Homeroom. He gave me a pack of Jelly Babies. I gave them to T., since I hate Jelly Babies.

Lil's paying me 100 a month to date Mike so that he won't tell her parents that she's dating Andy, from Torturing Alice. He doesn't know that I'm only seeing him for the money. Lil told him that she'd get me to go out with him if didn't tell her parents.

Well, time's up for the test.

More later

Mia

You pull me down; you pull me under

I'm scared, yet I'm in love with you

You rape me; you scare me

Yet I know that I still love you

You make me fear you, but I need to feel you

I live in fear of you

"Fear of you" Torturing Alice

P.S. By the way, the TA song had nothing to do with Michael WHAT SO EVER!

"God, Mia, was that test hard or what!" Tina cried, as we walked out of Frank's classroom. She swung her denim bag, made out of an old pair of jeans. The strap broke and two dozen badges with sayings such as I like you; I'll kill you last, and Jesus is coming; look busy! Clanked against the floor. "Shit!" T. shouted. Lana and her clones gave us (me, Lil and T.) funny looks.

"T., be quiet. What if a teacher hears you?" Lil said, grabbing T. and her bag, and pulling her into the girl's bathroom. I followed them.

"Oh no, it's the Goth patrol!" A ginger girl with bright pink eye shadow squealed. Her friend rolled her eyes, and they stopped brushing their hair, and left us alone in the bathroom.

"Finally, the Tarts are gone," Lil said, sitting in a sink and lighting a cigarette.

"Mia, you got a safety pin?" T. asked, frowning at her broken bag. I handed her one, which I kept in my pocket in case I ever needed it. "Well, are you two going to the TA gig?" She asked, leaning against a sink, and resting her Converse All Stars on a trash bin.

"Hopefully, if Mia can get Mike to come with us," Lil rolled her heavily lined eyes. "Which probably won't happen."

"Your brother sucks," T. said.

"I know," Lil replied. "So, Mia…maybe if you shagged him he'd come with us…"

"Eww, that is just WRONG. The only guy I'd ever shag would be, um…"

"Ville Valo? T. suggested.

"Yeah," I replied.

"So you're still a virgin, right?" T. asked.

"No," I laughed, and Lil joined in. "Didn't you hear about me and that hot mosher guy who worked in the Palace garden, this summer?"

"Oh, God, SPILL!" T. gasped, just as Lana walked into the bathroom.

"Well, well, well," Lana said. "Won't Michael just love to hear about this. And what will the Principal think when she hears that Lilly Moscovitz has been smoking IN the school. And Mr Gianni when he sees your socks, Tina." I could tell Tina was wishing she wasn't wearing denim cut-offs. "Come on, Trisha, lets go pay a visit to Principal Gupta…"