Two days, and she was already going crazy. Two. Days. He was really getting under her skin. But then again, she couldn't remember a time when he hadn't spoken to her in so long before. She sighed, closing eyelids over her big brown eyes. 'I thought that once that Suzie moved, We'd be in the clear, and then we could just go back to being friends, instead of my constantly trying to fight my jealousy.. and then their was Missy, which was difficult, but we resolved that.. and now..' She shook her head and opened her eyes, allowing the sounds of the classroom she was in to come back into focus, along with the sight. He was three rows in front of her, and one to the right, chatting up a storm with Coconut-head and Martin. She began to grind her teeth as she turned away, to sit sideways in her desk, staring blankly past the empty desks around her to the wall. Never before in her life had she had such a mixture of violent emotions as she was experiencing now; anger, sadness, confusion, lov-

Woah, woah, woah, woah. Not love. Never love. In like. In love. Ha! She almost laughed out loud. What a ridiculous notion, in love with your best friend. Bah! She heaved a heavy sigh, that was close to a groan and turned back around, which wasn't much better. She stared at his light blue back, his chestnut hair, his smile that could light up.. She turned back around, almost about to cry. So what? So she was in love with her best friend who hadn't talked to her in two days, even though he'd had AMPLE oppurtunity, so what? What was so great about Ned Bigby, anyways? With his way of always getting them in trouble, and how wholly unorganized he was, and... abandoning her like this without a reason! ...Or maybe he had a reason... That just added another emotion to the already fatal list; fear. Had she done something to ruin their relationship? Dread worked it's way into her mind as an idea occurred to her. Did he know that she... how she felt about him? Had she been that obvious. She closed her eyes again and put her head down on her desk.

"Miss Mosely, would you like to join the class in this discussion? It's not like you to sleep in class, that's more of a Ned habit, wouldn't you say?" Jennifer looked up at iTeacher, who had been wheeled over to her by one of the Teacher's Aids whose name she didn't know.

"Sorry, I wasn't sleeping though, I've just been a little.. stressed lately." She shrugged, as if to say, no big deal. iTeacher raised an eyebrow at her.

"Jennifer, I remember what happened last time when you got, 'A little stressed out,' as you so under-exaggerated." Jennifer seemed to shrink in her seat.

"I remember." She stated solemnly, embarrassed.

"You sure? Because I don't want you to stop washing your hair again, or to quit volleyball again."

"Don't worry, iTeacher, I won't." Her head dropped back onto the desk as iTeacher was wheeled away. And then he looked back. A momentary concerned look passed across his face, and he turned back to Martin to excuse himself from the conversation to see what was wrong.

"H-hey Moze. What's up?" Ned asked, sitting down in the other open desk, in front of her.

She raised her head in a pre-placed dead-pan, a half glare in place. "Nothing, best buddy, now go on and play with Martin and Coconut-head, okey? Buh-bye." She said, big, fake smile in place, and turned again to face the wall, arms crossed across her chest.

Ned's face was skeptical and worried. "Are you... sure... you're okay?" He asked and winced. He could be such a coward sometimes.

Her smile turned bitter, "Ab-so-lutely!"

He shrugged. "Anything you say..." And he walked away. Her eyes closed and she sunk down even lower in her seat, disgust riddling her stomach. Why did she have to be so stubborn? No, this wasn't her fault. The Ned she was best friends with would have known what was wrong with her. He would have cared more about why she was pushing him away. But it wasn't her who was pushing him away. He was purposefully detaching himself from her. But why?

The bell rang and the class filed out of the room. Jennifer waited a few moments before it sank in that she was supposed to leave. She gave an exasperated sigh and picked up her stuff to leave for the bus.

But the bus didn't help things any. In her and Ned's normal seat was Ned and Cookie, and in Cookie's seat where he usually sat right behind lisa with Martin and the others, was Coconut-head. She ended up sitting next to Missy, and oh boy was that a joy.

"I'm watching you. And- why aren't you sitting with Ned's cute little butt anyways?" She demanded in a seemingly more-shreiky voice than usual.

Moze's eyes fluttered as a particularly violent sigh wracked her body. 'Like I know why I'm being put through this hell,' but outwardly she said, "He and Cook need a little boy time, isn't that just precious?" She smiled and wrinkled her nose.

Missy crossed her arms and looked disbelieving, but disgusted. Moze really didn't know why she still covered for him, he never exactly did anything to repay her. She wondered if he even appreciated what she was doing for him. Tch. 'I hate him.' She told herself, and then repeated it. Like a mantra. If you said it enough you start believing it. Or atleast, that was the theory. Sigh.

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So, what do you think? this is my first Ned's fic, but by far not my first fic, or even my first romance fic. I hope you all stick around, and if Moze seems (or even Ned) a little out of character, (which I don't) it is for a reason, but feel free to leave any suggestions, and please review!

-Euphoric Weaver