Squib sat alone in his room, staring at his history book. He had gone over the same line 15 times, he just couldn't concentrate, not when he was thinking about Cody. When would they see ach other again?

"Get ready, we're going out," said Cameron as he entered.

"What? Why? Where?"

"There are these two girls from Brentwood here for the tournament, and we're going into town with them," Cameron explained.

"We're not allowed," Squib countered.

"Dude, hello? It's Saturday! Now get your stuff and let's go!" Squib shrugged his shoulders and quickly got ready. They walked outside and were greeted by two girls.

"Squib, this is Kara," Cameron said as a short brunette smiled at him, "and this is Gabby," this time, a tall blonde girl was smiling, "girls, this is Squib," Cameron finished. Squib greeted the girls and shook their hands. The group quickly decided on heading to a movie.

"Do you have any idea what's going on?" Gabby asked Squib.

"No," he laughed, "this flick kinda sucks."

"Well, at least the company's good," she giggled, placing her and on his leg and turning back to the screen. Squib fought of the urge to whack her hand away from him.

"So, man, what'd you think?" Cameron asked.

"Of what?"

"Of Gabby," Cameron said.

"She bugs me," Squib answered.

"Are you kidding? She's hot man! And totally into you!"

"Yeah, well…" Squib muttered.

"Dude, I don't mean to be harsh, but you've gotta get over Cody," Cameron said gently.

"Whatever," Squib said, "I'm going to take a shower," and he disappeared into the bathroom.

The next morning, Cameron found himself sighing angrily as he picked up the jeans Squib had left on the floor the night before. Normally he would have just yelled at Squib to do it, but he had gone out early to practice.

"Slob…" he grumbled. Suddenly, something fell out of the pocket. It was a piece of paper with a phone number on it.

"Mind explaining this?" Cameron asked, grinning, as Squib entered to the room.

"Oh, yeah, sorry, I'll put those away," Squib said, taking the jeans from him.

"Not that," said Cameron, "although you could be a little neater…but this!" He held up the piece of paper.

"Oh, Gabby gave me that," Squib shrugged.

"Well,"

"Well what?"

"Are you going to use it?"

"No,"

"Why not?" Cameron asked incredulously.

"I told you last night, she bugs me," Squib said.

"Okay, Squib. I know what your problem with her is. It's not that she's annoying, it's that she isn't a red-head, she isn't short and French, and she doesn't like taking pictures," Cameron smirked.

"For the last time," Squib said, getting angry, "this is not about Cody. I'm over Cody. This is about Gabby, and I just don't like her."

"You keep telling yourself that," Cameron said, leaving.

"Oh my God!" Adena squealed, running up to her friends at lunch, "Did you hear?"

"About what?" Asked Tannis, intrigued.

"About Cody!"

"What about Cody?" Asked Squib, suddenly interested.

"She's got a boyfriend!"

"Seriously?" Asked Cameron.

"Well, I guess, not officially," Adena continued, "but apparently he's really cute, and she really likes him, and they're going out on Friday!"

"Oh my gosh!" This time it was Tannis squealing, "Let's go."

"Go where?" Asked Cameron.

"Adena and I have to go call Cody NOW!" With the two girls dashed off.

"Still over Cody?" Cameron asked a very silent Squib.

That night, Squib sat staring at his history book. Cody had a boyfriend? Good. He had come to terms with the fact that they weren't going to work out. Hadn't he? Either way, there was nothing he could do, he only hoped this new guy was good enough for her.

"Okay, Squib," Cameron said as he entered, "and I say this as your friend, you're pathetic."

"What?" Asked Squib.

"You've been sitting up here all day, moping," Cameron said.

"I have not," denied Squib.

"Whatever. All I know is you need help," he was met with silence. "Look Squib," he said softly, "you need to move on. She obviously has." When Squib didn't answer, he left.

Cameron was right. Cody was obviously finished with him. She had moved on. Why couldn't he? He wondered if she had even thought of him as she made plans with the other guy. Either way, Squib Furlong did not waste his life crying over girls, no matter how much he cared for them. He needed to move on. And he knew just the person to call. Grabbing a piece of paper from his nightstand, he picked up the phone and dialed the number.

"Hey, Gabby? It's Squib…"

Jenny, Jenny who can I turn to?
You give me something I can hold on to
I know you'll think I'm like the others before
Who saw your name and number on the wall
Jenny I've got your number
I need to make you mine
Jenny don't change your number
8 6 7-5 3 0 9 (8 6 7-5 3 0 9)
8 6 7-5 3 0 9 (8 6 7-5 3 0 9)

Jenny, Jenny you're the girl for me
You don't know me but you make me so happy
I tried to call you before
But I lost my nerve
I tried my imagination
But I was disturbed

Jenny I've got your number
I need to make you mine
Jenny don't change your number
8 6 7-5 3 0 9 (8 6 7-5 3 0 9)
8 6 7-5 3 0 9 (8 6 7-5 3 0 9)

I got it (I got it), I got it
I got your number on the wall
I got it (I got it), I got it
For a good time call

Jenny don't change your number
I need to make you mine
Jenny I've got your number
8 6 7-5 3 0 9 (8 6 7-5 3 0 9)
8 6 7-5 3 0 9 (8 6 7-5 3 0 9)

Hey...
Jenny don't change your number
I need to make you mine
Jenny I call your number
8 6 7-5 3 0 9 (8 6 7-5 3 0 9)
8 6 7-5 3 0 9 (8 6 7-5 3 0 9)

Jenny, Jenny who can I turn to?
For the price of a dime
I can always turn to you
8 6 7-5 3 0 9 (8 6 7-5 3 0 9)
8 6 7-5 3 0 9 (8 6 7-5 3 0 9)

-Tommy Tutone '867-5309/Jenny'

Yes, incase you've read the song lyrics and are wondering, I am indeed comparing Gabby to a girl who wrote her # in a public washroom, mwa haha. Oh, and as for the last chap, there is in fact a local band in my town called The Raging Lemurs, but I haven't seen them.