It was two days before graduation, and Zoey was freaking out. Well she thought she was ok, but after breakfast that morning, she threw up. "You probably ate too much. Or maybe you're anxious about graduation," her parents suggested. But let her stay home.

"Yeah," but in the back of her mind she was worried about something else. It can't be, right?

Her phone buzzed as she puked into the toilet. It was Mal, Hey. Why aren't you in school?

She groaned, I think she paused, Should I-no, I don't know for sure. I don't want to get him worried. 'I'm sick,' she answered.

Want me to come over?

No, you have school. I'll be fine.

School's practically over. I'm coming now.

Mal, come on. She wasn't sure if she wanted to see him just yet.

I'm already in the car.

Fine. But be careful, my parents are still home.

I'm always careful.

Zoey sat back and sighed. Probably just ate something bad...I hope.

Mal snuck in through her window. "Hey, Angel. You feeling any better?"

"I think so."

"That's a relief. Graduation is two days away. Don't want you throwing up on stage."

She playfully punched his shoulder, "If I do I'll make sure I get it all over you."

"I'll get behind some nerd first." They laughed.

"You sure nobody saw you leave?"

"Who cares if they did?"

"Mike's parents. Are you ever going to tell them anyway?" It was true, Mal kept up the act in public. Anybody who watched the show just thought the whole 'Mal' thing was just added drama. Only Zoey and the cast knew it was true.

"They don't even notice. The only reason they ever did is because I got Mike in Juvie."

"Wow, clueless much?" They laughed, but fell silent when there was a know on the door.

"Zoey?" her mother asked.

"Uh-yeah Mom?"

"I'm just checking in to see how you're doing," she began to open the door and Zoey bolted to the door, hoping to stop her. Her mom didn't see Mal...until his phone rang.

"Who's phone is that? Mike? What are you doing here? Don't you have school?" her mom asked.

"Shh!" he said, picking up his phone. "Hi, Mom," his Mike voice back on.

"I just got a call from the principal saying he say you leaving the building. Is this true?"

"Uh, no."

"Funny, because your teachers haven't seen you since either."

"Ok, I did."

"Why?"

"Zoey was sick, so I thought I'd come visit her."

"That's sweet, but you still have to go to school."

"School's almost over anyway."

"I just don't understand, Mike. This is so unlike you."

"Maybe that's because I'm no Mike," Mal said, his voice back to normal.

Both mothers gasped. "I thought Mike got rid of you!" his mother said.

"I was never gone. But I'm back. Did you even watch Total Drama?"

"What?"

"That show Mike went on. Wow, you really are clueless."

Zoey chuckled at that. While Mal was talking to Mike's mom, her mother started bombarding her with questions. "Did you know about this?"

"Yeah."

"And you didn't tell me because?"

"He didn't even tell Mike's mom. Why should I tell his secret?"

"Because your parents would like to know who you're dating."

"Whatever."

"You know what, you're grounded till graduation. Mike, or Mal, or whatever your name is, you have to go."

"Mom, you're being unfair. I'm 18 now, you can't ground me."

"That's it. I'm taking your phone, too."

"But, he came here. I didn't ask him to."

"Don't talk back, young lady."

"Hey," Mal interrupted, having ended the phone call. "Don't put this all on me."

"That's all she's really mad about."

"No, I'm mad that you didn't tell me."

"It' wasn't my secret to tell."

"Yeah, nobody else knows about me."

"It's done. You're grounded, and you," she pointed to Mal, "Get out. You two aren't to speak to each other until graduation."

"You can't tell me what to do."

"My house, my rules. Now go."

"Fine. Later, Zoey."

"Bye, Mal."