Hey guys, there wasn't room to fit the entire memo in the designated section, but yeah:
Okay, there’s a few lines (or a scene) from the movie 10 Things I Hate About You, later on in this chapter. The first person to spot which line(s) I stole from the movie wins……a… a cookie! No, that wouldn’t work, I’ll just put their name in the memo section, or dedicate it to them. I don’t know, I’ll work it out later, just if you recognise the lines from the movie, message me! And tell me what they are. And if you’re the first you win! Yaaay! Haha I didn’t actually plan this when I wrote it, but it should be fun to see who can get it. Oh, and if you haven’t seen 10 Things I hate About You, then by all means go and see it. It’s an AMAZING movie, starring the late (and very hot) Heath Ledger, and that’s all I’m gonna say...
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Of course, Bill was back to his usual annoying self again before the day was out, as anticipated. He just kept popping up everywhere, and being generally irritating, and worse, he still hadn’t dropped the whole idea of my singing lessons.
“So when am I going to hear the no doubt lovely voice of Amelia Van Deusen?” he asks, sitting down next to me in Science. I adopted my usual pained-and-irritated expression that I always use when dealing with Bill, and hiss,
“How do you know my full name?!”
“Ah well, that would be telling,” Bill tapped the side of his nose slyly, and then winked at one of his adoring fans at another table, “lets just say, I have my sources,”
Ah yes, I’d forgotten about Bill’s fanclub. They seemed to take great delight in finding anything out for Bill if he so much as looked at them, and at the moment, Bill’s current form of Mia-torture was to get those girls to find out facts about me, so he could drop them casually into conversation whilst simultaneously freaking me out. One of those facts was my full name, which I HATE. I mean, Amelia? Seriously, now you know it, don’t ever, EVER call me that.
Eventually it all got too much. I was at the library at break, researching some Shakespeare play we’re learning for English, and I’d just found the stash of playscripts entitled “Much Ado About Nothing” when Bill’s spikes popped up behind a bookshelf to my right, and he came sauntering into view,
“Ah Mia, just the person I was looking for! Could you help me find the Shakespeare playscripts for English?”
I sighed, “Bill, WHAT are you doing?”
He played at being innocent, but he doesn’t fool me, “I’m looking for a stack of playscripts, what are you doi-“
“It’s one thing turning your little posse of fans into spies, but it’s another thing showing up everywhere I go. And the playscripts? Ha, nice excuse there!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Bill repeated, “I got told to-“
“Yeah, course you did.” I say, slamming a copy of Much Ado About Nothing into his chest and beginning to walk away, nudging him out of my path as I walked past him. Before I disappear behind a bookshelf, I turn and say thoughtfully,
“You’re so…”
“Charming? Wholesome?” Bill supplies.
“Unwelcome!” I say determinedly back, giving him a quick dagger-stare, before turning on my heel and storming away, knowing full well that he’s watching me as I leave.
I saw Tom at lunchtime, he gave me a quick smile from across the courtyard, and beckoned me over. Curiously, I went over to him.
“Hey Mia, about the other night, it’s not that-“
I smile, relieved. He obviously felt the same way I did.
“Tom it’s fine. We’re just friends, the kiss meant nothing, yeah?”
He looks relieved too, so much so that I get up the courage to ask him about something I’ve been wondering all weekend.
“You know on Friday, you said that Bill ‘hadn’t properly explained about me’ and I was just curious as to what you meant by that,”
He looks a little sheepish, and just a tiny bit regretful, like he’s said something he shouldn’t have.
“I was confused, and in a hurry, I didn’t know what I was saying.”
He’s also the worst liar I’ve ever come across in my life.
“I can tell when people are lying to me, I’m not stupid,” I say, smiling.
“Okay fine. But you mustn’t tell Bill, or let Bill know I told you.”
“Of course,”
“Well, he’s always talking about you. And he said that he thinks it’s funny making you annoyed ‘cause it’s so easy, and when I asked if he had a bit of a thing for you well he didn’t really give me a straight answer, and that’s why I said he didn’t explain properly about you. But between you and me, I think that…”
“Ah look, Mia and Tom. Only not so much adjoined at the lips like last time, eh?” Bill appears, and Tom shuts up immediately, giving me a meaningful look as if to say ‘don’t say a word!’
“Well I’d better be going now guys, see you around,” I say, exiting as quickly as possible. I mean, whoa! This was way too much to think about. As I leave I hear Bill say behind me,
“Was it something I said?”
And then Tom reply, “No bro, I think it was something you didn’t say,”
And then I’m out of earshot, back to Jess and Georg, and back to normality, or so I hope.
...
Normality? No such luck. As soon as I return to Jess and Georg at our usual bench, Jess says,
“Mia, have you heard the news yet? Sir’s just informed us that at the end of term prom in a few weeks, all the German exchange students get to go with their escorts, so that means you and Bill! It’ll be a really fun night, like the last time we all went out as a big group of eight!”
I wouldn’t really have described the events of Friday night as ‘really fun’. as I say, Jess seems to live ina world of her ownsometimes.
“What?!” I ask, not quite believing my ears. I’m trying to spend the least amount of time as humanly possible with Bill, if he wouldn’t keep showing up wherever I go. I’m being civil to him so I can keep my practise room, and the approval of Mr Mathers, and that’s the ONLY reason. Isn’t it?
“Yeah, we’re like on display as mature and trustworthy students who are looking after the new kids or something,” Jess says, cuddling up to Georg. She wasted NO time in getting it on with him.
“So…we HAVE to go with them to prom, like there’s no other option?” I ask.
“Yah,” Jess says, not really paying attention anymore. But she doesn’t need to be, because I’m already storming away towards Mr Mathers office.
I tell his receptionist it is essential that I speak with him, now! And she tells me to wait, and she’ll see what she can do. I’m still steaming with rage at this point. This was NOT part of the bargain!
As soon as I’m buzzed into his office, I stomp in and slouch in that very same chair I sat less than a week ago. 'How have I done this again?' I wonder, 'ended up in Mr Mathers office because of Bill'.
“Mia, how are you and Mr Kaulitz finding it?” he asks, I wave away the question and cut right to the chase.
“I just heard from a source” Bill’s phrase comes in handy at a time like this, “That all the exchange students HAVE to go to the end of term prom with their escorts, is this true?”
“Well, we thought it would create a positive outlook on the student body-“
”So yeah, basically I have to endure everyone thinking there’s something going on with me and Bill for a whole night!”
“Not necessarily Mia, just because you accompany the poor boy to the prom, does not mean you are required to be…’dating’ him,”
Sir obviously has no idea.
“NO! Of course NOT!” I reply, frustrated. “but because we’re at prom- and as far as I can tell on display- people will automatically think there’s something going on between us. And then word will spread. AND,” (I’m particularly proud of this last point) “I bet Marissa Nichols doesn’t have to go with Tom Kaulitz, I bet she’s allowed to go with her boyfriend!”
I sit back and cross my hands in my lap, mirroring Mr Mather’s posture, satisfied I’d got my point across.
“Mia, that is beside the point,”
“but it isn’t fair Sir, this WASN’T part of the bargain. I was going to be civil and reasonably nice to Bill, and in return you’d give me my practise room. That was that. Going on DATES, and going to PROM were not parts of the original bargain!”
I can see that Sir is finding my constant dislike for Bill mildly amusing,
“Mia, all I ask is for you to go to prom with the poor boy, you can continue using your practise room, but you’ve come so far, why give it all up now? He can’t really be that bad can he? For what I’ve seen of the lad he’s nice and polite, what’s not to like?”
“Phh! You obviously don’t know him like I do Sir,” I reply, “I’m not happy about this whole prom idea, but I’ll do it, providing the school pays for my dress, as I’ll need a new one for the occasion. AND I get to keep the practise room.”
“Of course, well done Mia, you’ve made a good decision to help Bill out.” Sir wins. Again.
“Well it wasn’t entirely my decision was it? It involved a lot of bribery and bargaining with you,”I retort,
“Nevertheless, I’m glad you agreed to it. And perhaps you’ll start seeing Bill in the same light that everyone else sees him in,”
“Not likely Sir, and I’ll let you know when I find my dress,” I tell him, getting to my feet and sloping off to lessons.
***
“I’ve come to a decision,” Bill informed me, as I tried to concentrate on… whatever we were supposed to be learning in the utterly pointless lesson that is geometry, “that from now on, you will be rid of me. I won’t come and find you, I won’t sit by you in classes, I won’t so much as have a conversation with you. You’re rid of me Mia, isn’t that what you wanted all along?”
I laugh, “yeah, heard that one before Bill, I’ll believe that when I see it,”
“No seriously, you’ll be rid of me completely, from this day forward.”
“Seriously?! Like… you won’t even come and see me at break or whatever?” I detect the disappointment in my voice a moment too late, but by that time Bill must already have picked up on it.
“Unless you don’t want me to leave you alone?” he looks up, and is it just me, or is that a hint of hopefulness?
“Oh no of course, by all means don’t talk to me!” I look back down at my work and recover myself quickly.
“Okay then, I won’t. Goodbye Mia, but before I leave you, what does it feel like not to have me around anymore?”
“Fabulous,” I reply shortly. And that’s when I realise I’m lying.
To him. To myself. To everyone. God I confuse myself at times!
