Princess in Love (The Princess Diaries 3)

Thursday, December 11, G & T

Today was my lunch with Kenny at Big Wong.

I really don’t have anything to say about it, except that he didn’t ask me to the Nondenominational Winter Dance. Not only that, but it appears that Kenny’s passion for me has ebbed significantly since it hit its zenith on Tuesday.

I of course was beginning to suspect this, since he’s stopped calling me after school, and I haven’t had one Instant Message from him since before the great Ice-Skating Debacle. He says it’s because he’s so busy studying for finals and all, but I suspect something else:

He knows. He knows about Michael.

I mean, come on. How can he not?

Well, okay, maybe he doesn’t know about Michael specifically, but Kenny must know generally that he is not the one who lights my fire.

If I had a fire, that is.

No, Kenny is just being nice.

Which I appreciate, and all, but I just wish he’d come out and say it. All of this kindness, this solicitousness, it’s just making me feel worse. I mean, how could I? Really? How could I have ever agreed to be Kenny’s girlfriend, knowing full well I liked someone else? By rights, Kenny should go to Majesty magazine and spill all. “Royal Betrayal,” they could call it. I totally would understand it, if he did.

But he won’t. Because he’s too nice.

Instead, he ordered steamed vegetable dumplings for me, and pork buns for him (one encouraging sign that Kenny might not love me as much as he used to insist: he’s eating meat again) and talked about Bio and what had happened at assembly (I didn’t tell him it was me who pulled the alarm, and he didn’t ask me, so there was no need to shield my nostrils). He mentioned again how sorry he was about my tongue, and asked how I was doing in Algebra, and offered to come over and tutor me if I wanted (Kenny tested out of freshman Algebra), even though of course I live with an Algebra teacher. Still, you could tell he meant to be nice.

Which just makes me feel worse. Because of what I’m going to have to do after finals and all.

But he didn’t ask me to the dance.

I don’t know if this means we aren’t going, or if it means he considers the fact we are going a given.

I swear, I do not understand boys at all.

As if lunch wasn’t bad enough, G and T isn’t too great, either. No, Judith Gershner isn’t here . . . but neither is Michael. The guy is AWOL. Nobody knows where he is. Lilly had to tell Mrs. Hill, when she took attendance, that her brother was in the bathroom.

I wonder where he really is. Lilly says that since he started writing this new program that the Computer Club will be unveiling at the Winter Carnival, she’s hardly seen him.

Which is no real change, since Michael hardly comes out of his room anyway, but still. You’d think he’d come home once in

a while to study.

But I guess, seeing as how he already got into his first-choice college, his grades don’t really matter anymore.

Besides, like Lilly, Michael is a genius. What does he need to study for?

Unlike the rest of us.

I wish they’d put the door back on the supply closet. It is extremely hard to concentrate with Boris scraping away on his violin in there. Lilly says this is just another tactic by the trustees to weaken our resistance, so we will remain the mindless drones they are trying to make us, but I think it’s just on account of that time we all forgot to let him out, and he was stuck in there until the night custodian heard his anguished pleas to be released.

Which is Lilly’s fault, if you think about it. I mean, she’s his girlfriend. She should really take better care of him.

HOMEWORK

Algebra: practice test

English: term paper

World Civ: practice test

G & T: none