BN: I'm horrible. I'm sorry. School started. I've had hours of homework every night, plus musical auditions. But here it is. Thank Lucie.

I own felix, bastard that he is. Elle owns the plot, and holly, tho i doubt she'd claim her. meg owns the rest.

Chapter Thirteen...

Mia's POV...

I walked out of my last class of the day on Thursday with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"Did you understand any of that?" I asked Lars hopefully, as soon as we were safely outside and on the way to our rooms.

"Sorry, princess, I wasn't exactly concentrating on the lecture."

I translated this to mean he was too busy playing Tetris on his Gameboy in the back row.

"Well, I think I am going to have to spend all weekend studying. If I tell you that I want to out, I am giving you permission to use physical force to restrain me, ok? The only place I am allowed to go is the library."

Lars nodded and I knew I could count on him to keep me in check.

I walked into my dorm room and sat down at the teeny, tiny desk and pulled out my books.

But where do I start? I've made notes, but they don't make any sense to me now that I'm re-reading them all, and my textbooks are gibberish. I'd probably understand them better if they were in French, and Grandmere is always telling me that my French is atrocious.

After five minutes of aimlessly pondering over my notes and books, someone knocked on the door and I jumped up to get it, glad for the distraction.

I opened the door and Felix was standing there, looking slightly uncomfortable. I guess because we haven't seen each other since the club; I can just tell things are going to be awkward. Even though there is really no need for it.

"Felix! Come in." I stepped aside and Felix entered the room.

"Um, I just came by to say hi. So, um... hi."

"Hi." I sat nervously on the edge of my bed and Felix, following suit, sat on Hayley's.

"Actually no, that's not all I came by for."

"Oh?" Now I'm nervous.

"Well... I spoke to Michael."

"And?"

"And, well, he wasn't too happy when I told him we hung out on the weekend."

"Why not?'

Thoughts of what Hayley had said after Friday night were flooding back to me.

"No. He doesn't like the idea of us... hanging out."

"Felix, in all honesty, who cares?" I said, echoing Hayley. "Michael and I are over. He ended it. And sure, it wasn't under conventional terms, but he can't dictate who I can and can't date from now on."

Whoa! Did I just say date? I didn't mean date! Did I?

Maybe he didn't notice, maybe he won't say anything.

"You want to date me?"

Oh darn.

"No. I mean... I don't know. Look, I'm not quite ready for the whole dating thing yet, but I don't like the fact that Michael thinks he has a say in the matter. Because he doesn't. So if I want to keep hanging out with you as a friend, and see where it goes from there, I will."

"... Ok..."

"The only issue of course, is your friendship with Michael..."

"Right." Felix nodded and wound his hands round one another. "Well, maybe we should just think about it for a while. Maybe I can talk to him again."

"Sure."

"But, um, I'll talk to you later?"

"Ok."

Felix gave me one last confused look, before standing up and walking out the door.

"Oh I am such a big mouthed, idiot!" I cursed my own stupidity out loud and fell back on my bed.

But after a while I realised that I still have a pile of studying to do, so I trudged back to the desk to tackle it.

"What's so bad about your grandmother coming?" Hayley asked as she brushed her short blonde hair.

"Obviously I haven't told you enough stories about her then if you don't already know. She's a nightmare. Seriously. Imagine your grandmother, now make her evil, and times that by about fifty."

"I'm sure she's not that bad. I'm sure she's a lovely old lady. Now, are you sure you don't want to come out with us? It's Friday night!"

She and Maggie are meeting up with those guys from last week. The ones who were 'nothing special'. But when I asked them why they were bothering with these guys if nothing will come of it, they replied, "A girl's gotta eat." Go figure.

"No, I really need to study. I don't understand this semester any better than the last. And besides, I already told Lars not to let me leave."

"Ok, fine. But you have to come out with us next weekend, we can't have you turning into a bookworm, you already have your head buried in that diary of yours enough."

"Ok, next weekend... If I don't have to study."

Hayley just glared at me over her mascara wand.

"Ok, ok, next weekend. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to the library. I'll find it easier to study in there without the distraction of a TV. And I'll leave my diary behind. Have fun tonight though."

"You too."

I picked up my books and walked next door to Lars'.

We walked down to the huge library and I camped myself out at a table. There aren't too many people here. I guess that's because it's a Friday night so only the people who can't keep up, and the people who don't have anywhere else to go come here.