Princess in Love (The Princess Diaries 3)
“Sure,” I said. “But an F? Your parents are going to kill you.”
“No, they won’t,” Lilly said. “They’ll just try to psychoanalyze me.”
Which is true.
Oh, God. Here comes Tina.
I hope she doesn’t remember—
She does.
We’re going over to the Computer Club’s booth right now.
I don’t want to go to the Computer Club’s booth. I already looked over there, and I know what’s going on. Michael and Judith and the rest of the computer nerds are sitting there behind all these color monitors. When somebody comes up, they get to sit down in front of one of the monitors, and play a computer game the club designed where you walk through the school and all of the teachers are in funny costumes. Like Principal Gupta is wearing a leather dominatrix’s outfit, and holding a whip, and Mr. Gianini is in footie pajamas with a teddy bear that looks exactly like him.
They used a different program when the club applied to be part of the Carnival, of course, so none of the teachers or administrators know what everyone is sitting there looking at. You would think they’d wonder why all of the kids are laughing so hard.
Whatever. I don’t want to do it. I don’t want to go anywhere near it.
But Tina says I have to.
“Now’s the perfect time to tell him,” she says. “I mean, Kenny’s nowhere to be seen.”
Oh, God. This is what comes from telling your friends anything.
Even later on Friday, December 19, still the Winter Carnival
Well, I’m in the girls’ room again. And I think I can state with certainty that this time, I’m never coming out.
No, I think I’ll just stay in here until everyone has gone home. Only then will it be safe. Thank God I am leaving the country tomorrow. Maybe by the time I get back, everyone involved in this little incident will have forgotten about it.
B
ut I doubt it. Not with my luck, anyway.
Why do these kinds of things always happen to me? I mean, seriously? What did I ever do to turn the gods against me? Why don’t these kinds of things ever happen to Lana Weinberger? Why me? Why always me?
All right, so here’s what happened.
I had no intention whatsoever of actually telling Michael anything. I mean, let me get that out right away. I was only going along with Tina because, well, it would have looked weird if I had completely avoided the Computer Club’s booth. Plus Michael had asked me so many times to make sure I stopped by. So there was no way I could avoid it.
But I never intended to say a word about You-Know-What. I mean, Tina was just going to have to learn to live with the disappointment. You don’t love somebody for, like, as long as I have loved Michael and then just go up to him at a school fair and be like, “Oh, by the way, yeah, I love you.”
Okay? You don’t do that.
But whatever. So I went up to the stupid booth with Tina. Everyone was all giggly and excited, because their program was so popular that there was this really long line to see it. But Michael saw us, and went, “Come on up!”
Like we were supposed to cut in front of all these other people. I mean, we did it, of course, but everyone behind us grumbled, and who can blame them? They’d been waiting a long time.
But I guess because of the thing the night before—you know, when I explained on national television that the only reason I’d done that clothing ad was because the designer was donating all the proceeds to Greenpeace—I have been noticeably more popular (positive comments so far: 243. Negative: 1. From Lana, of course). So the grumbling wasn’t as bad as it could have been.
Anyway, Michael was all, “Here, Mia, sit at this one.” And he pulled out a chair in front of this one computer monitor.
So I sat down and waited for the stupid thing to come on, and all around me other kids were laughing at what they were seeing on their screens. I just sat there thinking, for some reason, Faint heart never won fair lady.
Which was stupid, because, number one, I was NOT going to tell him I like him and number two, Michael is dark-haired, not fair. And he isn’t a lady either, obviously.
Then I heard Judith go, “Wait, what are you doing?”