“It’s nothing,” I said quickly. “It was just my dad to say that the Royal Genovian Hospital got a donation of a CardioArm from Michael’s company. That’s all.”
Tina choked on the sip of Diet Coke she was taking. Everyone else took the news calmly.
Including J.P.
“Oh, hey, Mia,” he said. “That’s great! Wow. That’s a generous gift.”
He didn’t look a bit jealous.
And why should he? It’s not as if there’s anything to be jealous about. Michael doesn’t like me like that, despite what Dad—and Tina—might think. I’m sure he just donated the CardioArm to be nice.
And Micromini Midori…the fact that he sent her to teach the surgeons how to use it? That doesn’t mean she and Michael aren’t going out. It just means they’re in such a stable relationship that they can be away from each other for weeks at a time and it doesn’t bother them a bit.
What am I blathering about? Who cares if Michael and Micromini Midori are dating? I’m wearing a promise ring from another guy! To whom I am going to lose my virginity after the prom this coming Saturday! What is wrong with me?
Really—What IS wrong with me? I shouldn’t even be thinking about any of this stuff! I have a French final in fifteen minutes!
WHAT AM I GOING TO DO ABOUT THE FACT THAT MICHAEL SENT A CARDIOARM TO THE ROYAL GENOVIAN HOSPITAL?????
And I can’t stop thinking about him for even one second, and I’m due to lose my virginity to my boyfriend after the prom in four days (three if you don’t count today)????
Wednesday, May 3, French final
Mia—Are you done with the final? T
Yes. That was horrible.
I know! What did you get for number 5?
I don’t know. Future perfect, I think. I don’t remember anymore. I’m trying to block it out.
Same here. So. I know you probably don’t want to talk about it, but what are you going to do about Michael, and the fact that he did what he did? Because, no matter what you say, Mia, you can’t deny—no guy is going to send a CardioArm to the country of a girl he doesn’t like.
See, I knew this was going to happen. Tina takes everything and wraps it up in silver tissue paper and puts a big bow on it and calls it Love.
And I’m supposed to be the romance writer.
He doesn’t like me! Not like like me. He just did it to be nice. For old times’ sake. I’m sure.
Well, I don’t see how you can be sure when you haven’t even spoken to him about it. Have you spoken to him about it?
Well, no. Not yet. I’m not sure I’m going to, either. Because, in case you don’t remember, Tina, I’m promise-ringed to someone else.
That doesn’t give you the right to be rude! When someone goes to all the trouble of donatin
g a CardioArm to your country, the least you can do is personally thank him! Although that doesn’t mean you have to sleep with him, or anything. I’m sure Michael isn’t expecting anything like that. You could kiss him though.
Oh my God.
Whose side are you on, anyway, Tina? J.P.’s, or Michael’s?
J.P.’s, of course! Because that’s who you’ve chosen, right? I mean…haven’t you? It would be pretty weird if that’s NOT who you’ve chosen, seeing as how you’re wearing his ring, and plan on spending the night with him on Saturday.
Of course I chose J.P.! Michael broke up with me, remember?
Mia, that was almost two years ago. Things are different now. You’re different now.
WHY DOES EVERYONE KEEP SAYING THIS?