"Hey! Chase!"

Zoey jogged up behind Chase, smacking her hands down on his shoulders. Chase felt his whole body rush with sudden warmth, but he fitted his face with the normal goofy smile and turned around.

"Hey Zo," he smiled, "have a good sleep?"

"Yeah," she flicked a piece of blonde hair out of her face, "I had a very nice dream. I got a bit of a fright when I woke up though," her mouth broke into a shy grin, "I forgot Rebecca had moved in and got the fright of my life."

Chase laughed lightly. He loved the way she spoke, the way she smiled, the way she moved. The way she told the most ordinary stories and made them into humorous tales. He loved everything about her.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a two slim brunettes, one tall, one shorter.

"Have they got any peach Snapple left?" Nicole panted on arrival, "I bought orange juice this morning by accident."

"By accident?" Chase tugged on the hem of his shirt, "Didn't you read the label?"

Nicole rolled her eyes as if it was the most stupid question she'd ever heard.

"Er, duh," she huffed, "but 'Orange' and 'Peach Snapple' have a lot in common. They both have 'a's and 'n's and 'e's."

"Sure Nicole…sure…" Zoey laughed, picking a fruit salad from the bar. Rebecca picked up a plate of French Toast and slid along in the queue beside Zoey. Zoey picked up a fork and began twirling it around her fingers as she waited in line.

"So…" Rebecca said to her, but staring down at her plate, where she was sprinkling icing sugar lightly on her French Toast, "you and Chase, huh?"

The fork ran over her pinky and landed with a clumsy metallic 'clang' on the tray.

"Me and Chase?" She repeated, but in a strange squeak she didn't even recognize.

Rebecca turned her head to look at Zoey casually.

"So you're not dating him?" She asked, pulling a bottle of compressed apple juice onto her tray and sliding it along.

"No!" Zoey choked, "Why?" She hated herself for getting suspicious but she had to ask, "Do you want to date him?"

"I –"

"Hey, Rebecca."

Art walked up behind Rebecca, squeezing in between her and the girl behind her. The girl behind had no protests to Art going in front of her. Zoey immediately slid her tray along quickly and skipped the queue, paying for it, then storming off.

"Oh great," Rebecca snapped, "I was just about to get something out of her and you come over. What do you want?"

Art leant in and whispered in her ear. She hated the fact that every girl in the cafeteria were watching on enviously.

"I need you to find out some stuff about Zoey."

Rebecca drew her head back quickly and stared at her brother.

"Nu-uh," she shook her head, "no way. Zoey's my friend Art."

Of-course, while she scolded Art like that, her brain did seem to remember her and Nicole were doing the same thing.

"I'm your brother," he replied, pouting slightly, "please Rebecca."

"N.O," she reached for a red apple in the fruit basket, "That spells no. You'd think by now, you'd get the picture. I don't exactly know what you said to Zo or whatever, but she's mighty annoyed at you. So leave it."

Art walked off sulkily. Placing the apple on her tray, she reached for the bottle of syrup, but instead of her hand touching cold plastic, it felt something else, something warm, something soft.

"Can't keep your hands off me, can you?" Logan smirked, staring into her eyes. Immediately, Rebecca shot her hand back and back onto the other side of her tray.

"Don't flatter yourself Logan," she said dismissively, "no one thinks of you like that."

Dana, five spaces down in the queue, had heard and seen the whole thing.

No one thinks of him like that, huh? She thought sourly, well obviously, Rebecca Sinclair, you're in denial.

"Hey, I heard someone else new is coming today, some guy," Nicole told Rebecca and Zoey as they made their way to their usual table, "hope he's hot."

"PCA's getting overrun with new kids," said Zoey, "not that I mean Rebecca's bad, I mean, you rock. We got a new friend. But most of the new students are girls that just go crazy over either," she held up four fingers, "Art, Nate, Harry and Logan," she put down each finger in succession.

"Logan!" Rebecca echoed, "Girls go crazy after that jerk?"

"Girls are weird," Zoey explained, opening her fruit salad, "but since you went for neither, you're officially one of us now."

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" Rebecca began cutting up her French toast. Zoey let out a mildly loud laugh, followed by a broad grin.

"You decide."

Nicole took a sip from her new peach Snapple (she gave the bottle of orange to Zoey when Rebecca said orange juice made her throw up).

"I was just thinking," she told them. Zoey and Rebecca looked at each other briefly. Nicole? Thinking? Er, no.

"About this fashion show," she continued, "how are we going to get permission to do this? I mean, 'going to Hawaii' is hardly a charitable cause."

"I have a meeting this morning with Dean Rivers," Zoey spooned a fork of kiwi into her mouth and watched Chase go with Michael and Logan, "I'll propose it and see what he says."