A/N: Hope you guys like what I did with Valentine's Day as far as this sequel goes. I've been kinda obsessed with Angel and Tom in the past few chapters, so I'm giving those two a rest here. R&R please, you guys are great!

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing.

ROGER'S POV:

Roger stared down at the little heart-shaped box of candy in his hands.

It February 14th. Oh, how he hated the day! But this Valentine's Day was going to be different for Roger. In previous years, the thought of buying a box of chocolate or picking a flower for any girl, let alone Mimi, had never crossed his mind. But now, as he stuffed the box into his backpack and headed to his car in which his mother was waiting for him, it was the one thing he was focused on.

Does Mimi even like chocolate? Duh. Of course she likes chocolate. What kinda chick doesn't like chocolate?

Roger couldn't help questioning himself. He was a little nervous. What if she blew him off? After all, lately the two of them hadn't been on the best of terms. Roger would always say a thing or two that he hadn't meant to say, and that would turn into something bigger.

He thought all the way to school, and when his mother dropped him off, he concluded with one final thought:

Well, she better like the chocolate, 'cause it cost me a dollar and a half...

MAUREEN'S POV:

"Oh my gosh, I can't believe it's Valentine's Day..." Maureen muttered. She, Joanne, and Mimi were standing around outside. None of the guys had shown up yet.

Mimi tucked her curly hair behind her ears. "Yeah, I know," she replied, "This holiday always gets me real nervous."

"Why?" Joanne blinked.

Maureen fake-gasped. "'Cause you never know if a guy's gonna get you a gift or anything. As if you didn't know, Joanne." She paused, and then grinned evilly. "I think I know the certain person you wanna get somethin' from."

"Tommmm," Mimi taunted.

"Shut up, or I'll bash your face in. And just 'cause I'm a girl doesn't mean I can't do it!" Joanne snapped.

Mimi laughed. "You sound like Roger...Except for the girl part."

Maureen couldn't help but wonder if Mark had gotten her anything. She remembered years ago when she'd received that pathetic little flower from him in kindergarten. Maureen smiled at the memory. She couldn't remember what had been said, but she could remember the fact that the flower was wilted and ugly. Yet she'd loved it with all her heart and even put it in a vase when she'd arrived home.

The fact that Benny was walking over to the group of girls made her break away from her thoughts.

"What do you want, Benny?" Maureen liked to act snotty with Benny. She barely knew him, but from what she'd heard, he was quite the yuppie scum. Maureen honestly didn't know what a yuppie scum was, but hey, if that was the term that was being used, Maureen would use it too.

Benny quickly handed a perfectly wrapped red rose to Mimi. "For you."

Mimi blinked. Joanne's eyes widened, and Maureen looked back and forth from Benny, to the rose, to Mimi, to Benny...

"Th...thanks, Benny..." was Mimi's reply. Benny smiled at her and ran off.

Joanne let out a little squeal. "OH MY GOD, MIMI!"

"Look at that rose, Mimi. You can so tell Benny's a rich kid. I mean, look at that!" Maureen examined the rose carefully. "You're lucky."

"I don't think so..." Mimi muttered. "Roger's coming."

MIMI'S POV:

Mimi watched as Roger ran over to the girls. "Hey! Hi! What's up, dudes? I mean...girls...I mean...Hi."

He was so nervous. It was pathetic; him just standing there. Mimi wanted to cry.

"Hi, Roger," Maureen said in an extremely high-pitched voice that she only used when she was scared, nervous, excited, or all three. Joanne waved at him.

Roger put down his backpack and unzipped the front pocket. "Mimi, I wanted to —" He paused, and Mimi saw him glaring at the rose.

"Where...where'd you get that?" he asked.

Mimi looked at him apologetically. "Benny."

"Oh..." Roger continued unzipping his backpack and then pulled out a heart-shaped candy box. "This was for you," he said, handing it to her, "But you probably don't want it."

"Why wouldn't I want it!" Mimi replied quickly. "It's from you. That's what makes it special."

Nice going, chica. That was cheesie.

Roger shook his head. "Yeah, whatever. Sorry I couldn't get you something like that." He nodded towards the rose.

Before Mimi could say anything more, Mark was running over to the group. He walked up to Maureen and handed her a chocolate box as well, looking down at the ground sheepishly all the while.

"MARKY! THANK YOU!" Maureen squealed, loud as usual. Mark blushed.

About a minute later, Angel and Tom walked into the schoolyard together, and Angel immediately ran over to Mimi and happily greeted her. He chatted about how Mrs. Collins had picked him up and how he was able to go to school with Tom. Mimi didn't know why Angel found that so amazing. She was only half-paying attention anyway.

This is all Benny's fault...now Roger probably doesn't even wanna look at me...

But what Roger's next reaction was surprised her.

"Hey, Mimi, is the chocolate melted? I hope not." He smiled awkwardly.

Mimi looked up at him. "Even if it is, I don't care," she replied.

"Good. Hope you like it. Happy...uh...Valentine's Day."

Mimi smiled brightly. "You too, Roger. Are you sure you're okay with..."

"Yeah. Benny's a rich kid. He can do what he wants. He can't steal you, though. Or I'll punch him. Yeah. That's what I'll do. Punch the dude."

Mimi just laughed. Roger tended to ramble on and on at times. But at this point, she found it extremely cute.

MARK'S POV:

Mark got ready to pass a note down the row of desks to Roger. It was apparently from Angel. When notes were received from Angel, they usually involved gossip. He decided to take a quick peek at what the note said. Mark observed how very—well—girly Angel's handwriting was. His cursive was very neat...not many boys in the class wrote neatly. Mark himself was known for his very sloppy handwriting.

Then he noticed a few words on the bottom of the paper in Angel's very neat handwriting:

What do you think Mark would do if I told him Maureen was flirting with Evan all day? You're his best friend, I thought you would know.

Mark had to read the note twice to process what it said. Maureen? Flirting with Evan Phillips, the heart-throb of the fifth grade?

Mark reluctantly passed the note down and wondered why he always found things out through notes instead of face-to-face.

He felt used. The box of chocolate seemed like a waste of money.

And Maureen just seemed like a waste of time.