A/N: If you're reading this, I have gotten a great, or at least good, response for the prologue and first chapter. Thanks!

―By the way, I made up the Sidekick 2.0 thing. It just seemed to me that Lars would get tired of his old one!

I know when he's been on your mind

That distant look is in your eyes

I thought we'd find you realized

It's over, over

—O-Town, All or Nothing

Monday, September 7, Lunch

In French, Tina asked if I'd heard Michael was back. When I told her, she looked at me sadly and said, "This is what happened in one of my books. Forever, Never I think it was called. You see, the heroine made a mistake and drove away the hero. When he came back, he was engaged to this perfect supermodel-type person. In the middle, the heroine made this big gesture and made the fiancée angry enough to kill."

"You don't think Michael's engaged to a perfect Japanese supermodel do you?" I asked her.

"I don't know, but it's likely. You better be thinking of a big gesture soon, because Lilly told me Michael had a surprise he was going to tell the Moscovitzes tonight."

But then Mademoiselle Klein told us to be quiet and get back to reading Chapter One: Introduction to French IV.

And now, I'm trying to eat my spaghetti and meatballs while writing, and it's not very easy. My handwriting is horrible and I think I got spaghetti sauce on the cover of my journal. Anyway, spaghetti with meatballs is good. I don't know how I kept from eating meat so long. It's SO good!

I wonder if Michael knows that I eat meat now. Lilly probably told him. She also probably told him I've been going to see Beauty and the Beast on Broadway with JP as much as I can. I just hope she hasn't. JP and I are just friends, no matter what Lana and her cronies say.

Once I got to lunch, anyway, I asked Lilly if she thought Michael was engaged to a Japanese supermodel.

"Mia, you need to get over these insecurities," she said. "If I am correct, Michael still loves you as much as you still love him. But the way you ripped his heart in half might have a little effect on how much he loves you. I didn't take that into calculation. He kept asking me if you were going out with anybody, though."

"What did you tell him?" I asked her. She moved ahead a space in the line.

"Mia, get over yourself. I told him you were miserable without him."

"You did?!"

"No."

So now, I'm sitting here, wondering if I can handle myself if I see Michael. Every time I picture us meeting in my mind, I just jump him and smell his neck. Not that it's a bad thing, though. His neck would be the only thing that would keep me from having a mental breakdown. Although just seeing him again would be enough for my brain to start releasing another megadose of serotonin because I've missed him so much.

And then JP kept asking me if I would be able to meet him by Joe before next period. I told him I didn't think so because my locker is practically miles away from G&T and that we could meet at Ho's Deli after princess lessons. (Which I still have to go to, unfortunately.)

"But I need to talk to you before you get to the Plaza," he kept insisting. Lars and JP shared one of those looks. You know, the kind I once described as men learning them at birth or something. I hate those looks.

"Princess, I'll tell Mrs. Hill that you had a little emergency involving your brother if she's in the room when we get back," Lars whispered in my ear.

"But Lars," I whined. "What if a teacher sees us in the hallway?"

"Then I'll accidentally show my gun while reaching to scratch my arm," he whispered. And then he laughed quietly. "It's funny how that always works."

Then he went back to text-messaging people on his brand new Sidekick 2.0. Sometimes I just don't get him. At all. So I agreed to meet JP by Joe. He seemed relieved, but then he started looking nervous, and when Lilly went, "God, JP, what the hell is wrong with you?" he shrugged it off and said he had to go to the bathroom.

This reminded me of…me. I always go to the bathroom when I need to write and people are bothering me. Plus, JP took his composition book. This one was bright red and covered with stickers for a charity I've never heard of. JP could be my long-lost twin. He acts just like me sometimes. I think we even look alike, but when I mentioned this to Ling Su, she dismissed it. I trust her because of her artistic abilities and ability to see every small detail.

The bell's about to ring, so I better start finishing my spaghetti.

POEM TO MICHAEL—WHAT CAN I DO?

Oh, Michael, I'm sorry for what I did.

Can't you see I'd rather not live

Without you?

What can I do

To make this right?

I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight

Knowing this blight

I've forced upon you.

What can I do?

A/N: Wow, this looked so much longer on Microsoft Word. Sorry if the poem is causing you pain. I'm not exactly the world's greatest poet. Thanks for reading!