I'm not nervous. Not at all.

I'm just standing in front of my ex-boyfriend's house, waiting for him to tell me…something. It could either be really good news (he's sorry for everything that happened and he wants to get back together) or horribly devastating news (he's moving to a new town to get away from me).

Okay, I'm nervous.

Breathe Deluca, whatever it is you can take it. Remember you're Teflon babe.

With that mantra echoing through my head I took a deep breath and knocked on Michael's door. He answered right away and quickly ushered me into his apartment. I slowed down a bit to take a look at his place. I hadn't been there in over 3 months and there had been a lot of changes.

"When did you get a plasma T.V.?" I asked as I stared in awe.

"Sometime over the summer" he replied as he navigated the two of us towards his couch.

"A new couch, kitchen appliances and is that a coat rack?" There was no way that socially inept Michael Guerin bought all of this on his own, there had to be a higher power at work here. Probably Isabelle.

"Let's focus here". He sounded like he was starting to lose patience with me but I couldn't help myself as I walked around inspecting the changes.

He had also added: a coffeemaker, a deep fryer, a microwave oven, a waffle maker, an iron, an iron board, and a bed. I stopped right in front of the bed and had to resist the urge to stroke the sheet to see if it was as soft and comfortable as it looked.

Don't go there, Deluca. That way leads to nothing but heartache.

"Are you done?" he asked startling me out of my thoughts.

"Yea"

We left his bedroom and as I went to go sit on his couch, Michael headed to his fridge.

"Snapple" he asked holding up a bottle.

"Sure"

Seconds later we both seated facing each other holding a bottle of Snapple.

"So…" I started waiting for him to start.

Looking a bit hesitant, Michael began to speak. "Look I know a lot has happened between us in the past. I said something's…"

"Like you loved me too much to be with me" I supplied.

"…yes." He sighed and continued, "You also said something's. The bottom line is that's all in the past. I have a mission and I can't complete it if I have distractions."

Distractions? Distractions! "That's all I am to you, a distraction?" I screeched.

"Maria, listen..." he started.

"No you listen here, misfit from space," I jumped out the couch to put my hands on my hips as I made my point. "I love you. I have done nothing but support you in your quest to get off of this rock. Whose car do you use for your searches for the truth? I have always supported you and now I'm just a distraction?".

"That's not the point." Michael stated as he rose from the couch.

"Then what is it?"

"The point is that I something extremely important to focus on. The whole reason I'm even alive is to save a planet, Maria. I don't have time to waste".

Not wanting to waste time fighting a losing battle while very much wanting to crawl into my bed and cry myself to sleep, I tried to wrap things up as quickly as possible. There was no way he was going to see me cry. "Is that all?"

"No". This time he rubbed his hand through his hair. I can read Michael Guerin like a book and he only does that when he's nervous.

"Would you just say it?"

After a couple seconds of silence, Michael said, "I'm seeing someone".

I froze. I could feel my heart stop and started feeling a bit dizzy. I collapsed back into Michael's couch and simply sat there. I was not prepared for this. I thought that I could take whatever he wanted to dish out at me, but not this. Somewhere in the back of my mind I had hoped that he was as miserable without me as I was without him. Or at the very least if he couldn't be with me he'd be single.

"Is it Isabelle?" I asked suddenly. I know they had this whole destiny thing and she was the obvious choice.

With a visible shudder Michael said, "No! She's more of a sister to me. We decided that we wouldn't even attempt a relationship".

I sighed in relief and then frowned. If it wasn't Isabelle, who could it be?

"Who is she", I asked surprising myself with the lack of emotion in my voice.

"She's the new waitress at the CrashDown, her name is…"

"Courtney!" I yelled. "You're dating bottle job?" I couldn't believe this. Not only was he dating someone else, but that someone was the worst thing to ever happen to me and the CrashDown. Agnes was an even better waitress than Courtney. The only reason she was still around was because Liz left and we had no other options.

Michael winced a bit at my nickname for the she-devil. "Yes, we're dating. I'm letting you know since we're all going to be working together now that schools started and I thought it would be better for you to hear it from me".

I looked up at him, standing there attempting to look so noble for doing me a favour. I have never had so much love and hate for a person before. I needed to leave.

"Well I'm happy for you" The skepticism on Michael's face let me know he wasn't buying it. "Okay I'm not. I'm not happy for you. You can go to hell or fucking Pluto for all I care. I can't believe that after all this time, you can still hurt me." I put my hands on both sides of my face and closed my eyes, doing my best to calm myself down. "Is this what you called me here for? To tell me you've moved on?" I asked faintly.

"I'm trying to do something right" He said and reached out to touch me.

I jumped off the couch and moved away from him. "Do not touch me. You lost that right a long time ago"

Hurt flashed his face so quickly that I almost missed it. Good. I wanted him to hurt as much as I was hurting.

"Do you know that I have pushing this great guy away because of you?"

This got his attention. "Who is he?" he demanded.

"It doesn't matter" I replied. "I am so stupid. I've been holding on to the belief that you would realize your mistake and want to be with me. I am such an idiot" I couldn't be there anymore so I grabbed my stuff tried to make a quick exit.

Michael grabbed my arm and turned me around so we were facing each other. "Who is he?" he asked again.

I pushed him away and grabbed the door, "It doesn't matter. I'm only a distraction and now I'm gone. Have a horrible life" I said wanting to have the last word.

I was about to open the door when it swung open. I jumped out of the way to avoid getting whacked. In the doorway were a worried Tess, Isabelle and Max.

"What?" I asked thinking the worst.

"Someone found Pierce's bones"