Chase closed the door behind him.

"Okay, two things," he said, "first, why is the dorm so clean, and two," he pointed towards Rebecca who was sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by mountains and piles of clothes she'd began unpacking, "why is she here with what looks like the entire clothes supply of the planet?"

"Dana left and Dana left," said Zoey, patting the bed space beside her suggestively, "come sit."

Obediently, he walked over and sat beside her. His arm brushed hers, a shock traveled through his whole body, but he'd learned to stay calm and aloof when Zoey touched him now, otherwise, he would've given his game away ages ago.

"Logan won't be happy," Chase said to no one in particular. Rebecca stopped staring in dismay at her clothes and stared at Chase at the word 'Logan.'

"Logan? I've seen pictures of him," she paused before adding, "he's really quite gorgeous."

Chase stared in disbelief at Rebecca while Zoey and Nicole both immediately exclaimed "Rebecca!" at the top of their voices.

"Rebecca?" Michael grabbed Logan's arm, "You heard that right? From 101, 'Rebecca!' Please tell me you heard that!"

Logan brushed Michael's hand off irritably.

"Who the hell is Jessica?"

"What!" She cried, "It's the truth!"

"Don't let him know that," Zoey said quickly, "or his head will be so big, his ears will be in different time zones."

"He's such a jerk," said Nicole, "he always nasty to me."

"About…" Rebecca asked vaguely.

"My intelligence," Nicole sighed (Chase and Zoey bit their lips to stop themselves from laughing. Rebecca just stared on blankly) before adding sadly, "or the lack of it really."

"I share a dorm with the idiot," Chase rolled his eyes, "he's so self obsessed. Bench-presses like, a hundred before he goes to sleep."

Knock knock.

"That's probably Michael," Nicole began to get up, but Rebecca – who had already leapt up to her feet – pushed her back down again gently.

"It's my first door answer to Room 101," she smiled, hopping over the wall of clothes and yanking open the door.

"Hey Michael," she said brightly, stepping aside, allowing Michael to step in, looking starstruck. Rebecca stared at the boy who stood still in the doorframe.

Logan didn't know what to think. He was so busy thinking about Dana (his brief 'Jessica?' interruption didn't deter him) that he didn't even realize Michael knocking on the door, or him stepping in. Only then, had he noticed that a slim, tall girl with glossy dark hair, amazing skin and sparkling deep blue eyes was standing in the doorframe, staring back.

"Jessica?" He tried. The girl raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow.

"No, I'm Rebecca," she corrected, "and you must be –" Totally gorgeous! Her brain screamed. "– Logan."

He laughed.

"I'm sorry, you don't look like a Jessica," he said, "you look like a –"fashion runway model from my dreams, "– Rebecca. Definitely."

Rebecca didn't understand why her friends had said Logan was a jerk. He was perfectly…well…normal.

Logan wasn't sure how to act. He did the first thing that came to mind.

"Get out of the way then," he said. Rebecca blinked. Surely, he hadn't –

"Of course," she said curtly, "but I'm not sure your head will fit through the doorframe."

Logan had to stop himself dropping his jaw. What a comeback. It wasn't like she had them stored somewhere, more like she'd made it up of the top of her head. He liked that.

He stepped inside the room. He watched Rebecca sit on the carpet beside Michael.

"Why's Dana gone?" Chase asked.

"I don't know," Zoey shrugged, "I guess she never really liked us."

Nicole shifted her legs over the edge of the top bunk and swung them gaily.

"Well, now the room's clean," she smiled, "and no one to complain about my hair dryer."

Zoey glanced up at her.

"Just cause Dana's gone doesn't mean I'm going to stand for blow-drying at five in the morning," she said.

"So this dorm…" Rebecca asked to the room, "it's like a hangout for all you guys?"

"Pretty much," Logan shrugged, "but it isn't the Ritz."

Zoey tutted loudly under her breath. Logan was just constantly rude, like the way he spoke to Rebecca at the door. There wasn't any need really.

Nicole helped Rebecca sort the pile of clothes into categorical piles on the floor.

Logan watched them slyly. He couldn't believe this girl had more clothes than he did, and though, he pained to admit it, nicer hair.

"You'd think you were carrying a catwalk in there," Chase kicked out weakly at one of Rebecca's bags, "the amount of clothes you're carrying."

Zoey's eyes widened.

"Ehmagod!" She screeched suddenly, waving her hands excitedly in the air. The rest exchanged curious glances.

"Did you just say," Rebecca paused, "'eh-ma-God?'" She used air quotes around 'eh-ma-God.'

"Yes, and for a good reason!" Zoey bounced up and down, "I've figured out how to raise money for the year to go to Hawaii for a week at the end of exams!"

Rebecca looked lost.

"What? Hawaii?" She looked about for someone to explain to her but gave up.

"Zoey thinks that our year should all spend a week in Hawaii at the beginning of the holidays and end of the exams. Dean said they'd provide necessary transport if we could come up with the money for staying at stuff."

Rebecca tried to look undecided. Her parents could pay for the whole year to stay in Hawaii for the rest of their lives if they wanted, but she didn't like to mention her financial status. She hated people who were her friends for the wrong reasons.

"We can have a fundraiser fashion show!" Zoey squealed, "Ehmagod I can see it now. Glitter," she brandished her hands in the air, "and lots of it."

"Glitter?" Nicole repeated disbelievingly, "And lots of it?"

"We should pair each other up for some bits," Zoey grabbed a notebook and began scribbling furiously.

"Zoey gets ideas a lot," Nicole whispered to Rebecca, "and when she gets them, she makes sure she follows them through."

"I'll out the pairings later," she tossed the book away, "but I'll start on the clothes. Original designs."

"Kristen and I did fashion design as a study in my old school," Rebecca offered with a shrug, "I could help."

"And me too!" Nicole added, "Only don't give me a needle. Or a sewing machine, or a glue-gun, or hot glue, or fabric glue or –"

"We can call it '101,' because all the girls in 101 will contribute," Zoey told them, "we need to make stuff for different people. If Dana were here, she'd do the punky ripped shirt look."

Logan suddenly remembered who he was supposed to be lusting after, and who he'd been dreaming about on the way over here. Dana, Dana, Dana. He had to figure out how he could win her for good. A few stolen kisses weren't enough.

"Can you guys go?" Zoey asked, a pout forming on her lips, "We need to discuss and it's a bit distracting with you here."

"Cause you can't stop marveling at my hotness, right?" Chase joked, primping a weak muscle on his arm and smiling a goofy smile.

I hope he's joking, thought Rebecca.

I hope he's not, thought Zoey.

Hahaha…haha, wait. I don't get it, thought Nicole.