"Fashion show, huh?"
Zoey sat – cross legged – in Dean River's office, twiddling her thumbs underneath the desk and shuffling in her seat. Rebecca, who had insisted on going (to 'learn' how things were done at PCA) was sitting quietly in a stiff wooden seat, swinging her legs back and forth. Dean Rivers set down the papers Zoey and Rebecca had presented him on arrival.
"What would you showcase?" He asked.
"Well, we and Nicole, the girls from Room 101, were thinking original designs by ourselves," Zoey said quickly, "and we would call it '101' and people could buy the clothes too if they wanted and then the proceeds would go towards…"
"I see I see," Dean Rivers interrupted, looking back down at the sheet of paper. Zoey shot a sideways look at Rebecca for some input, but she was too busy picking something green of the bottom of her shoe. Zoey cast her glance nervously around the office, finally settling on what looked like a marble cupid statue. Zoey could tell it was new, because there was bubble wrap at it's feet and Styrofoam 's's all over the floor.
"Erm, what's that?" She asked. Dean Rivers turned his head and stared at the statue, letting out a tired grunt and turning back around to face her.
"That thing," he sighed, "I ordered it for a dinner three years ago and it's only arrived now. Five thousand dollars, would you believe, for that monstrosity."
Zoey coughed politely, hoping to get Dean Rivers back onto the subject of the fashion show. Taking the hint, Dean Rivers looked back down at the papers.
"I don't see what can be a problem Zoey," he said finally, "is this fashion show going to have a theme? Are you planning any pre-find things, or post?"
"Like what, Dean Rivers?"
"Well here's the crazy idea," Dean Rivers smiled, "I've been wanting to get rid of that thing," he jabbed his thumb back at the statue, "since it got here. I'll let you have the fashion show if you agree to have a love themed dance afterwards. Of course, you'd be head planner and perhaps the committee may be able to help."
Zoey tried her hardest not to cringe. PCA Dances weren't exactly her 'forte.' At one, she was paired up with Chase and Glen Davis, upsetting Chase by choosing Glen and putting their potential relationship back another step, and at the last school dance, she had kissed Art. Okay, so normally, a girl would see this as the best night of her life, only she kissed Art straight after she kissed Chase. The last thing on her mind was another school dance. That's all she had to do, say no. Just say –
"A dance!" Rebecca suddenly gasped, squeezing her fingers together in excitement, "I've never been to a boy-girl dance before!"
Dean Rivers seemed to ignore Zoey's silence and smiled pleased at Rebecca.
"I knew you'd see things," Dean Rivers smiled, "now, we can have it both ways. Twice the money for your year Zoey."
Zoey stopped chewing her lip. She'd look way too suspicious. All she wanted to do was rip Rebecca's mouth off.
'A dance! I've never been to a boy-girl dance before!'
And since Rebecca was Dean River's favorite student (basically, every teacher on campus's favorite student as well) the dance was sure to be as elaborate and extravagant as she could take it.
But it does mean more money for the trip, I should just go along with it.
"Okay Dean," she forced herself to smile, "a dance it is."
The girls scraped back their chairs and exited the office. Rebecca whipped out her cell phone to tell Nicole the news.
I guess ripping her mouth off will just have to wait.
"Hey, Logan!"
Nate jogged up behind Logan casually, but it was a strained jog, most likely to keep his hair style in tact. Logan waited patiently as Nate ran up to him.
"What?" He asked on Nate's arrival (where he ran a hand through his hair).
"I just needed to ask you a question," he said, "do you have a thing for Rebecca?"
Logan's books fumbled in his fingers.
"Why?" He asked, desperately trying to keep his cool composure. No one had found him out that quickly before.
"I need to know."
"No way," Logan sneered, "she isn't nearly pretty enough to be in my league."
"Is that why you two have this whole flirting thing going on?" Nate asked rhetorically, scratching his knee absent-mindedly.
Logan tried his hardest not to buckle over there.
Flirting thing! Was this guy crazy!
"Flirting thing?"
"You know the 'nasty treatment.' The same you use on Dana."
"I don't fancy Dana," he said quickly.
"I didn't say you did…" Nate eyed him oddly before reverting back to the original topic, "so you don't have a thing for Rebecca?"
"No."
Nate nodded a goodbye before climbing the steps up to the library.
"Why?" Logan called. Nate turned, shielding the harsh sunlight from his eyes with his hand.
"I was going to ask her out," he shouted, "but I didn't want to if anyone else fancied her. Last thing I'd want is competition."
Logan watched Nate climb the last couple of steps. He wasn't sure exactly what was coming over him, but just as Nate almost disappeared around the corner, he called his name again.
"I think Harry likes her," he yelled, "and Michael. And probably Glen too."
Nate mouthed a curse before walking out of sight. Logan slipped away.
He had no idea whether Harry liked her. Or Michael. Or Glen too.
But did he?
He had no idea either.
Thanks for the reviews! MrsLoganReese, thanks for reviewing on every chapter, Silent Observer thank-you for commenting on my story! It rocks that you like it even if you don't like OC's, and thanks for saying it's well written - It's okay you're not keen on Savannah/Rebecca, because she has a plot coming up soon that hopefully may redeem her. I won't give too much away, but it involves an old friend bombarding in. If anyone, I mean anyone, has any suggestions or plots, they're welcome. tell me! You have to read it, you might as well make it enjoyable. And don't worry. Dana will feature more. N x