Disclaimer: Don't own Digimon, but Mark is mine, I suppose... as well as the plot. Feel free to take Mark, but the plot is mine:)

It wasn't until lunchtime that Mimi was able to sneak away from the general population and head down to the nurse's office without attracting too much attention. She'd struggled to pay attention all morning to the teacher's pointless rambling about this silly and boring book that they'd been reading for over a week now. Actually, Mimi hadn't gotten beyond the third chapter yet, as she found herself too distracted to want to read about some farming family during the Great Depression in the United States of America. Yes, her father was talking about moving to America, but who cared about something so dull as a stupid turtle crossing a road?

Opening the door and shutting it behind her quietly, Mimi entered the health office tentatively, hoping that the one scary nurse with the huge mole on her nose wasn't in today. No such luck, as somehow the woman had heard her and looked up from another kid at the end of the room. Handing the young boy a band-aid, she shooed him out of her office before rounding on Mimi, who by this point had backed up into a corner in fear. Something about that mole on her nose didn't look right, and it creeped her out to the point she found herself involuntarily shuddering slightly.

Mistaking the shivering for being cold, the nurse snatched a blanket and threw it over her, pushing her down on one of the chairs. Mimi gave a muffled yelp as she hit the chair hard. Moving the blanket away from her face, she quickly described what had happened, wanting to escape as soon as possible, and the nurse nodded, reaching into the small mini-freezer and pulling out an ice pack. She wrapped it to her head with a cloth bandage, and was about to ask her a question before the door opened a boy about Mimi's age came toppling into the room, crawled a few feet towards a waste basket against the wall, and then proceeded to toss up his lunch all over floor. The smell was terrible, and Mimi tried to hold her breath, but found herself light-headed. Tisking, the nurse hurried away to help, leaving Mimi in a half-daze in her chair, wondering when she could get up and leave. When the nurse had her back turned, Mimi stood and tried to scoot around the two without being noticed, but she didn't even get a chance to touch the door handle before she was firmly escorted back to her seat.

Mimi sat in her seat quietly, desperately trying to ignore the smell and looking around the office for some sort of spray to get rid of the barf stench that she feared was soaking into her clothing. It was then that she noticed the mirror on the wall, and she glanced at her own reflection, flinching. The cloth wrapping that the nurse had used to hold the ice pack in place made her look like she was wearing a Bavarian cream-colored turban, which clashed horribly with her pink and red outfit. The nurse somehow managed to see her flinching, and used a free hand to take a purple sucker out of her coat pocket and toss it to her, though it fell to the floor.

Grape, she realized as she picked up up off the floor. Her absolutely least favorite flavor, and it had to be the one flavor she got. She opened her mouth to ask if she could have a different one, but all she got was an advanced reply of "That's the last one." She tried to leave it on the desk next to her, but the nurse turned around and glared at her with such a look that she quickly tried to take the paper off, gave up, and shoved it into her mouth. She froze like that until the nurse nodded and turned back to the poor soul who was now passed out on the floor.

She gagged slightly, at both the taste and that she hadn't managed to take the wrapper completely off before sticking it in her mouth. Just when she feared things could get no worse, the door opened again, this time producing the one person she absolutely did not want to see right now...

His nose wrinkling at the smell, he looked around the nurse's office quickly before spotting her sitting in the chair with a sour look, the sucker still in her mouth. He chuckled and walked over to her.

"So there you are, Princess... nice turban you're wearing," he commented, a sly grin appearing on his face. Mimi hated that grin; he always wore it when he was in the mood to tease her. He really wasn't all that bad most of the time; actually, he could be downright charming otherwise. But unfortunately for her, he always managed to get into one of those moods when she was in no mood to tolerate it. And today was no exception...

"Go to hell, you jerk."

"What language you use to slander me with! Is that any way to treat a friend on Valentine's day?" he asked her, pretending to be hurt.

"Stop pretending you care," she spat, and he frowned. "And shouldn't you be somewhere, as in, other than here? What did you do, come looking for me just so you could annoy me?" Instead of answering, he jumped to another topic.

"Your boyfriend Mark seemed rather upset that you weren't here early to give him your yearly -cough- disaster -cough- present," he informed her, the wicked grin returning as she scowled.

"Shut up. At least he's getting something from me, unlike you," she retorted. "Besides, it's the-"

"... the thought that counts?" he finished for her, and she nodded. He frowned again, and paused a second to stare into her eyes. A brief look of concern flashed over his face, but it was covered up so quickly that Mimi questioned that it had actually been there. "Hate to break it to you, Princess, but most guys don't think that way. We tend to be selfish, greedy pigs who are just looking to get all of the free things girls like to offer us on Valentine's day... and Mark is certainly no exception."

"Is that a fact?" she fumed. "So then what the hell do you want from me?!" The wicked grin appeared again, and Mimi braced herself for the worst...

"ISHIDA!" the nurse suddenly bellowed, causing the two of them to jump. "If you don't have any illness or ailment for me to cure, then get out!"

"But I only came to tell Mimi that..." he started to interject, but he soon found himself being given the same death glare Mimi had received only minutes before. He shot Mimi a quick, troubled glance that said only too clearly 'I need to talk to you' before leaving. Suddenly perturbed, Mimi got up to follow, but the nurse stopped her.

"But I'm feeling much better now!" she whined, desperate to escape this demon's lair. After a few more minutes of pleading, the nurse removed the bandage and ice pack, letting her go. Mimi dashed out of the room, hoping that she wouldn't change her mind suddenly and drag her back in there. To make matters worse, she didn't see Matt anywhere.

She headed towards the cafeteria in hopes of finding him there, but before getting to far, she saw Mark talking to a girl from his class.

"Hey Mark! Hold on, let me stop by my locker so I can give you your present!" she called to him from down the hall, and he looked up, startled.

"Oh... hey Mimi. Actually, sure, let me go with you." He said good-bye to the girl, and she smiled and nodded before skipping off down the hallway towards the cafeteria.

"Weird girl," Mimi found herself muttering under her breath as she watched her leave.

"Ready to go?" he asked. "I don't have long."

Mimi's locker wasn't very far, and they were soon there. Mimi opened the locker and grabbed the mangled boxes.

"Sorry they're a little beat up; I sort of fell on the way to school this morning."

"You klutz..."

"Pardon?" she asked, not quite sure she'd heard what he'd muttered right.

"I said, it's ok," he mended, and she smiled brightly.

"I hope you like them; I was up all night making them," she told him as he opened the first box and took out a large piece of a crumbled cookie. He shoved the whole thing in his mouth, and then turned pale.

"Oh my GOD, what the hell did you do to them?!" he choked, spitting it out into the box.

"Err... the bottom sort of burned... I'm so, so sorry," she apologized swiftly. He eyed the second box warily, and then seemed to think twice about it. He handed back both boxes to her, and she froze, knowing all too well what was coming next.

"God, and I thought it was just a rumor that your Valentine's Day gifts sucked! Had I known it was true, I wouldn't have gone out with you in the first place!" Mark spat, trying to wipe the taste of burnt cookie from his tongue.

"I... I'm so sorry!" Mimi whimpered. "I tried, I really did..."

"Yeah, well sometimes trying isn't good enough," he fumed. "We're done; I'm going out with someone else anyways..."

"You're what?!" she thundered. "You mean you were cheating on me?!"

"Well, I didn't want to take a chance that the rumor was true and end up with nothing today, so yeah, I hooked up with someone last week."

"I... I can't believe..."

"What I can't believe is that you're that bad of a cook..." he spat, before turning away and striding off down the hallway, leaving Mimi holding her boxes, tears streaming down her face as she sank to her knees and sobbed...

Sorry I didn't get this up sooner, my computer crashed and I had to wait until I was back at school to write and post the second half. And now that I've done it, I've decided to split it up into three parts instead of two:) But here is the second part, nonetheless, so please R&R!