Rebecca opened the door and stepped into Room 101. Nicole and Zoey were sitting waiting for her, cross-legged on the floor.

"Where have you been?" Zoey asked.

"We heard this abseloutely weird rumor that –"

Rebecca let her bag drop to the floor.

"I just kissed Glen Davis," she said simply. Nicole began shrieking excitedly, pulling Rebecca into a tight hug and squealing in her ear.

"Oh my God Becca!" she pulled away, "That's what Olivia said, she said she saw you in the library but I didn't believe you because Glen would never be seen in a library," she paused, "only I guess he was that time! Wow, Becca! Glen Davis! He's number thirteen on the 'Top 20 PCA Lust List'!"

There was that list again. She thought about questioning it, but Nicole began squealing again.

"Is he good?" she jumped up and down excitedly, "did he use –"

"I wouldn't know," Rebecca interrupted sternly before Nicole got too x-rated, "I don't have anything to compare him to."

Zoey and Nicole both stared at her.

"What?" she asked defensively.

"Do not tell me that you," Zoey jabbed a finger at Rebecca, "were a virgin lips before you kissed Glen."

Rebecca sat down on the floor.

"Oh my God. I thought you were joking," Zoey gasped, "Becca, was he your first?"

"Yeah," Rebecca said, "no boys at the nunnery."

"What about in the holidays?" Nicole asked.

Rebecca ran her fingers through her waves to give them an interesting wind-swept look.

"I guess I was shy," she shrugged, "kinda self-conscious."

"About what!" Zoey asked incredulously, "Do you see the same thing everyone else does when they look in the mirror?"

"Anyway back to Glen Davis," said Nicole, feeling a little out of the conversation, "are you going to like, date him?"

Rebecca looked appalled.

"No way!" she gasped, "he's way too flashy."

"What did he say?" Nicole continued eagerly, "I mean, he can't have just gone up to you and pulled."

"He said something about me debuting at number one on this daft list," Rebecca began slipping off her shoes, "and knocking off Adrienne House or whatever."

Zoey or Nicole didn't seem to think the matter deserved a 'whatever' judging by their expressions.

"Rebecca," Nicole breathed, "this is immense. You're number one on the 'Top 20 PCA Babes' List. You're officially now the hottest and most sought after girl in school, according to the guys. And you knocked of Adrienne House! Woah, she's the prettiest thing I've seen."

Rebecca rolled her eyes.

"Am I supposed to be flattered?" she yawned, "It means abseloutely nothing to me. They haven't changed the way they've acted towards me…well, except Glen and the random pull thing, and I'm sure he was just bluffing to get me to pull him. No way am I prettier than Adrienne House. She's a model."

There was a sudden knock at the door, at which Michael, Chase and Logan slipped into the room.

"Hey guys," Michael waved, "good news Bec, you're number one on the 'Top 20 PCA Babes' List. You knocked off Adrienne House, congratulations."

Rebecca stared at him.

She had no idea what any of this meant. And what any of it would lead to either. She hated to think once more she was judged on what she looked like as opposed to what was in her heart.

"I also heard you kissed Glen," Chase sat down on the floor beside Nicole, "he was bragging about it today at lunch."

Logan looked a little put-out.

"Correction," Rebecca said, "he kissed me, he practically launched himself at me with abseloutely no warning. He said something to me, then just," she clapped her hands together, "he's kissing me. Is that normal here!"

Zoey hoped no one had noticed she'd been silent for a while. She didn't like to hear that Rebecca had kissed Glen. At first, she told herself that it was because she didn't want Rebecca to be mistreated, but she knew perfectly well it was because she maybe felt something for Glen.

Otherwise, why would she be bothered so much?

I assumed he had a thing for me. She thought, I mean, he faked his answers on the personality quiz to go to the dance with me, he's asked me to every dance since then and he's always talking about me. And then now, he's changed to liking Rebecca? Is it always going to be like that? Am I just going to get Rebecca's leftovers, like a recycling machine?

"Not really," Michael began pulling at a loose thread in his shirt, "Glen just likes his direct approach. Besides, he totally digs everyone in this room."

Everyone made disgusted faces.

"I mean, the girls, that is," he added quickly, "all the girls."

Everyone's face turned back to normal. Michael continued to tug on the piece of thread.

"Stupid thread," he muttered, "been hanging off all day."

"I wouldn't pull that," Zoey said warningly, "something might –"

"If only I could just get it off," he continued muttering, "it's almost out. Almost, almost, it's coming!"

He gave one last final tug to the thread; the front half of his shirt crumpling onto his knees. Everyone burst into fits of laughter as Michael began trying to pin it back up. Zoey took it from him and offered to sew it back together.

"Speaking of sewing," she said, chucking Nicole and Rebecca their notebooks, "I've made these for you guys. You're each to design your own line, like I have. 'Nicole 101' and 'Rebecca 101' will be part of the complete 'Fashion 101' line along with 'Zoey 101,' mine, and 'Competition-Winner-101.'"

Nicole stared at the book.

"I can't draw," she said simply.

"Sure you can," said Rebecca encouragingly.

"No, my last art exam results confirm that I cannot draw."

"I'm sure if you ask nicely Michael will draw for you," Rebecca smiled, "or I will, if you scribe your designs. And I'll draw your models."

At the word models, Nicole seemed to brighten.

"Speaking of models," she grinned, "when do we begin choosing male models? And how many can I choose?"

"Each line designer can cast their own models," Zoey told her, concentrating on not running over the material on Michael's shirt with extra stitches.

"And they'll wear the clothes you design?" Nicole persisted.

"Yes."

"Well, then I know what I'm designing!" she pushed away her notebook triumphantly, "Nothing!"

"Nicole," Zoey rolled her eyes as Rebecca burst into a soft giggle, "why?"

"Because if I cast say, Art, Nate, Harry, Jackson, Glen…then they'd have to wear my designs."

She paused to grin mischievously.

"Which would be nothing, and I'm sure they'd all look fantastic, hmm, au naturale."