Disclamer: I do not own Zoey 101, or any of it's affilates (it'd help if I knew what they were) but it'd sure be convenient if I did. I do however, own Rebecca and Kristen (and Art's friends etc, basically the characters that currently AREN'T in Zoey 101) so if you want to use them in your story then please ask me first. Thanks and pie, N x

"Oh wow! I think I get it!"

Nicole smiled broadly at Zoey who was attempting to tutor her in algebra. Slyly, she slid her arm around the table and stole an olive of Zoey's plate.

"Just because you get it doesn't mean you can eat my food," Zoey told her, closing the math book, "okay, let's see. If the product of a+b is 3, and a-b is 1, then what is a?"

Nicole chewed thoughtfully on her olive.

"Uhm…the first letter of the alphabet?"

Zoey sighed and opened the math book again. Evidently, she was going to be there for a while.

"Hey Michael! Over here!"

Nicole waved her arm in the air wildly, beckoning Michael and Chase to come join them.

"Hey Zoey," he said while sitting in the seat beside Nicole, "what are you doing?"

"Tutoring," Zoey replied with a heavy sigh, casting a downwards glance at the open math textbook on the table.

"Who?" asked Chase, shimmying his chair along so he could steal some of Zoey's untouched fries.

"Me!" Nicole exclaimed, smiling madly again. Michael looked between Nicole, the math textbook, Zoey then Nicole again.

"You'll need some caffeine," he told her, "you'll be here all night."

She didn't need telling twice.

Chase snuck his hand underneath Zoey's arms and onto the plate. She slapped it sharply, and he withdrew it. She pretended not to notice the sudden coy and shy expression her face had put on.

"So I have this major art exam tomorrow, would you believe that?" said Nicole, "So it's all study, study, study for me!"

"Art? Shouldn't you be drawing?" Chase indicated towards the textbook, "As opposed to learning algebra?"

Nicole stared at him blankly for a few seconds.

"Wow Chase," she nodded dreamily, "excellent point!"

Zoey sunk her head into her arms exasperatedly. She should've known better than to (attempt to) tutor Nicole, considering she could think of a million instances where Nicole forgets what class she's in.

"Michael, you're good at drawing, you can help me!"

"Uh…okay," he shrugged.

"Okay but you promise you'll help me?" She persisted.

"Yes, sure. What do you need help in? Concepts? Still life? Pop Art? The history?"

"Okay…" Nicole paused, leaning closer to him, "how do you draw?"

Chase choked on his lettuce leaf, Zoey stifled a laugh behind her hand, Michael's jaw dropped.

"I don't fancy your schedule much," Chase laughed, lifting the bottle of water to his lips.

"Woah!" gasped Michael suddenly, "Who in God's name is that! Drop-dead gorgeous!"

Zoey followed his gaze in the direction to the table across the cafeteria where she could see Nate Williams fixing his hair in a hand held mirror.

"Who, Nate?"

"Gross, no," said Michael, miming to vomit causing Nicole to jump backwards in her seat, "I'm talking about the total hottie sitting next to him. When did she get here!"

"Who?" Nicole began craning her neck in hopes of catching a sight of this girl.

"I must be dreaming," he sighed, "because she is F-I-N-E."

"Finny?" Nicole pulled a face, "What's 'finny?' Is it even a word?"

Michael chose to ignore her.

Nate scraped his chair backwards and walked across to the vending machine, allowing Zoey to see who Michael was drooling over. A girl was chatting animatedly with Art Sinclair, her long, elegant fingers wrapped around a latté cup in the other. She had delicate and exotic features, hollow cheeks, big, deep-blue doe eyes adorned by long, thick, curly eyelashes and underneath a perfect set of eyebrows. When she moved, the light would sparkle on her dark, mahogany-highlighted waves. Her smooth, caramel-coloured skin remind Zoey of a strong coffee.

"She's pretty!" Nicole said suddenly, "But I think the guy beside her's even more impressive." She slumped back down on her arms and looked depressed, "But I bet she's already flirting with him."

"Gross Nicole," Zoey pulled a face, "that's Rebecca Sinclair, Art's sister."

"Rebecca?" Chase frowned, "Isn't that awfully...I dunno...plain?"

"She's anything but plain," Michael drooled, "look at those legs. They're so long they're squashed under the table!"

Zoey didn't understand what Michael and Nicole were making a fuss over. She did feel a bit better knowing that Chase hadn't jumped on the Rebecca-Love Wagon. Zoey watched Art whisper something in her ear. Michael, Nicole and the guys at the table looked on enviously as she burst out in fits of laughter, fanning her face with her hand and putting down her latté cup. She then gave Art a peck on the cheek, stood up, waved goodbye to the rest of the guys and stepped away from the table, but far from walking across to the bins, she began walking across to Zoey's table.

"Pinch me," droned Michael. Nicole fixed her fingers around his skin.

"Ow!" He yelped, rubbing his arm, "It's an expression!"

"An ex-whatty?"

"Is this seat taken?"


Chapters 2+3 already posted, please review, will be highly greatful. jessie105 the title means Like, Love and Lust in French.