HE DOES NOT!!!!

 

I don’t know, Mia. The ere is the sexy-dance thing. And I see him staring at you a lot when you’re not looking.

 

Um, how do you know it’s not ME he’s staring at, Tina?

 

Um…we ell, it COULD be you he’s staring at, Lilly. But I really thought—

 

Do you WANT him to be staring at you, Lilly?

 

I DIDN’T SAY THAT. I just asked how Tina can be so sure it’s NOT me. I mean, you and I sit together a lot. It could be ME, not Mia, he has a crush on.

 

Oh my God. You like J.P.

 

I DO NOT!!!!!!

 

Yes, you do. You totally do.

 

OH MY GOD, COULD YOU BE MORE IMMATURE??? I AM NOT TAKING PART IN THIS CONVERSATION ANYMORE.

 

Oh my God. She totally likes him.

 

I know! Could she be more obvious about it?

 

It’s so surprising. J.P. doesn’t seem like her type.

 

Because he’s good-looking, English-speaking, and comes from a wealthy family?

 

Right. But he IS the creative type. And tall. And a very good dancer.

 

Wow. So I don’t get it. If she likes him,

 

why is she running that story of mine, that’s only going to hurt his feelings?

 

I don’t know. I love Lilly, but I can’t really say I understand her.

 

Yeah. You could say that about ALL of the Moscovitzes.

 

Oh, Mia. What are you going to do about Michael?

 

Do? Nothing. I mean, what CAN I do?

 

Wow. You’re taking this current estrangement so well. I mean, apart from the fact that you look like you’re about to throw up.

 

I AM throwing up, Tina. On the inside.

Tuesday, March 9, Lunch

Today at lunch J.P. was like, “Are you all right, Mia?”

And I was like, “Yeah. Why?”

And he was like, “Because your color’s off.”

And I was like, “My COLOR? What are you talking about?”

And he was like, “I don’t know. You just don’t look right.”

This does not sound like the kind of thing someone with a hidden burning passion for me would say.

So Tina must be wrong. It really must be Lilly J.P. likes after all.

That would be cool if they started going out. Because then it would give Lilly something to be happy about, you know, after she finds out the truth about her parents. And Michael and me.

Plus maybe then Lilly would have less time to try to psychoanalyze me at the lunch table, like she’s started doing right now.

 

Lilly:

 

What’s wrong, POG? Why haven’t you finished your Devil Dog?

Me:

 

Because I’m not in the mood for a Devil Dog.

Lilly:

 

When have you ever not been in the mood for a Devil Dog?

Me:

 

Since today, okay?

Rest of the table:

 

Ooooooo.

Me:

 

I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.

Lilly:

 

See. We all know something’s wrong, Thermopolis. Spill.

Me:

 

NOTHING IS WRONG. I’M JUST TIRED, OKAY?

J.P.:

 

Hey, does anyone want to see my blisters? From my new jazz shoes? They’re pretty sweet. Take a look.

 

Is it my imagination, or was J.P. just trying to distract Lilly from picking on me?

God, he is SO nice.

I HAVE to get that story away from Lilly. Only how? HOW????

Tuesday, March 9, G & T

Well. THAT didn’t go well.

And okay, maybe I should have just dropped the whole thing about her liking him.

But still. She didn’t have to tell Mrs. Hill I was trying to sabotage her ’zine, then gather everything up and go staple by herself in the teachers’ lounge.

I have the blood of many generations of strong, independent women coursing through my veins. How would one of them handle this situation? Besides strangling Lilly, I mean.

Tuesday, March 9, G & T

Well. THAT didn’t go well.

And okay, maybe I should have just dropped the whole thing about her liking him.

But still. She didn’t have to tell Mrs. Hill I was trying to sabotage her ’zine, then gather everything up and go staple by herself in the teachers’ lounge.

I have the blood of many generations of strong, independent women coursing through my veins. How would one of them handle this situation? Besides strangling Lilly, I mean.

Tuesday, March 9, third-floor stairwell

Kenny took the pass to the men’s room, and a few minutes later, I took the pass to the ladies’, and we both ditched Earth Science and met Tina, who ditched Geometry, and Boris, who ditched English, and Ling Su, who ditched Art, up here to go over the choreography we haven’t quite gotten yet.

I feel bad about ditching, and I recognize that getting an education is important.

But so is not making a fool of yourself in front of Bono.

Tuesday, March 9, the Grand Ballroom, the Plaza

When we walked into the Grand Ballroom this afternoon, there was a full orchestra tuning up there.

Also all these sound and lighting guys, running around, going, “One, two, check. One, two, one, two, check.”