Zoey came down to the student lounge around noon, carrying a huge bundle of what looked like colorful paper. She spotted the gang sitting around the widescreen and walked across, sitting on the sofa next to Michael.

"Hey Zo."

"Good sleep?"

"It was okay," Zoey shrugged, "a bit restless. One minute I was too hot, the other I was too cold…but I settled down in the end." She looked at the screen. "What are you guys watching?"

"Scrubs," Nicole answered, lying on her stomach and propping her chin up on her elbows.

"What's that you've got?" Chase nodded towards the pile of paper in Zoey's lap.

"Well the top third are posters advertising the design competition, the middle third are model casting sign-up sheets and the last third's just telling people about the whole thing, the dance, the show etcetera, etcetera."

Rebecca and Nicole rolled back over so they could see Zoey clearly as opposed to looking at her reflection in the television screen as she talked.

"So when's the deadline for this design thing?" Rebecca asked.

"I dunno, like a couple of days because we have a lot of stuff to do," Zoey explained, tucking a strand of blonde behind her ear as she talked, "model casting, measurements, clothes making, you get my drift."

The girls nodded and went back to looking at the TV screen. Zoey looked around the group.

"Hey, where's Dana?"

"She's got Saturday detention," Michael said lazily, "she punched Jackson Rennison in the face."

"OhmyGod why?" Zoey's jaw dropped in disbelief. Zoey knew fine well that Dana didn't have anything to do with Jackson Rennison – and even Zoey had to admit, it was a real shame Jackson Rennison had been punched in the face; his face was something nice to look at while she endured two hours of home economics.

"No idea," Chase shrugged, "she just went up to him, said something about life science and then 'bam,' straight in the nose. Nurse says it might be broken."

"Which is majorly crap," Michael added, "because he's probably the best player on our team. Well, he's the tallest, anyway."

A silence followed this when the rest of the group went back to watching Scrubs. Zoey, however, scanned the group again.

"Where's Logan?"

"Still in the dorm. We left him just when he was getting up," Michael said, looking directly at the television screen, "he said he was going somewhere and we didn't question."

Zoey nodded and everyone else went back to watching the TV. She scanned the group again, and minutes later piped up:

"Where's Kristen?"

There was a general wave of groans and 'hmph's as the rest of the group grumbled about being interrupted for the third time.

"She's still in her room," Nicole said, her voice growing a touch stingy, "we went to go collect her this morning before you woke up but she was straightening her hair. She said she'd be down when she was finished."

Zoey nodded again. The group stared at her.

"Are you finished questioning?" Michael asked, "So we can watch Scrubs uninterrupted?"

Zoey smiled apologetically and blushed slightly.

"Yeah, actually, I'm just going to start putting these posters up around campus. Can someone help me?"

Chase shot up from his chair faster than Zoey blinked. When everyone else turned to look at him oddly, he said quickly,

"I er…well, I've already seen this episode."

Rebecca blinked at him.

"But it's new," she said. Chase blushed.

"I uh…saw it in my dreams?"

Michael, Rebecca and Nicole frowned curiously before slowly turning their heads back to the television screen.

"Are you coming Chase?" Zoey asked, clutching the papers to her chest.

"Yeah…hang on…I just wanted to see what happens here," he gestured towards the television. Rebecca turned again.

"You should know," she said simply, "you've already seen it."

"Can I please have a bottled water, below room temperature?" Logan leaned against the counter in the PCA school store, "It needs to be cold, otherwise I'm not paying for it."

The shop keeper glared briefly at Logan as he went into the store room behind the counter. Logan turned around and leant his back on the counter, scoping out everyone in the store. There was that red-head who he quite liked, Lisa A-Something, looking at the color selection of ring binders at the back of the store. Some curly-haired guys flitting about, trying to work out the courage to ask Lisa out or something. Logan sauntered over and walked past them, standing next to Lisa.

"Hey," he drawled, raising an eyebrow. Lisa turned almost as red as her hair and began fidgeting with her ring, coming over all dithered and flustered.

"Hey," she said back, biting her lip. The rest of the guys walked off, disappointed. Logan took a good look at Lisa's face. She was certainly pretty, but no prettier than say, Adrienne House, or Rebecca –

Logan's brain screamed.

Rebecca? Did you just think 'Rebecca?' You meant Kristen. No! No you didn't! You meant Dana. Dana. Dana. Calm it, you meant Dana.

I can't believe I said Rebecca.

When I obviously meant Kristen.

I mean, Dana. Yes, I meant Dana.

"I have to go," Lisa said, causing Logan to stop arguing with himself to look down at her, "Susan's waiting for me. Bye." She waved her fingers into a coy wave and walked away, clearly conscious he was still watching her. He sauntered back to the front of the store.

Where the hell is my water?

He looked around the store again. Shannon Sewell and Christina Carlton had walked in, looking at the PCA sweatshirts. Even Logan didn't possess the right amount of ego to go talk to Christina or Shannon – Christina used to be 'Number 2' on the List before she was knocked down to 'Number 4' when Rebecca and Kristen arrived, Shannon was once 'Number 3' but was now 'Number 5' because of the same reasons. Besides, they, and Adrienne House, were a year or two older than Logan and his year. But Logan could talk to Adrienne, because Adrienne was flirtatious and social. Christina, had a long head, a thin nose, big, round blue eyes and a small mouth – while this would look fug on some, she carried it off – and her natural 'look' seemed to be an intimidating evil glare. Shannon was like a big Barbie, but with darker hair. She was quiet, but the point was, she hung around with Christina. And Logan couldn't talk to Christina.

He watched them deliberate over the purple with the hood and the purple without before they each grabbed one of each and walked towards the till. The shopkeeper, probably sensing their presence, shot out of the back room to serve them.

"Hello ladies," he said, taking their sweatshirts and scanning them, "how's life treating you?"

"Eurgh, I have test after test, insufferable," Christina spoke in a cold, upper class tone, "and then all these little people – and being knocked down."

"She's so bitter," Shannon explained, handing over the money from her purse, "but basically, yeah, life's cool. We'll see you later." The two brushed past Logan and out of the store. Logan turned to ask the shop keeper about his water but he'd already went back to the store room.

"It's an emergency," came a voice he recognized, "I was straightening my hair and my straighteners cut out. It's really a social emergency if I'm out here, my hair only half done."

The voice was coming form behind the rack of t-shirts. Curiously, he crept up and looked over the top. He could see the back of a PCA store assistant but they were obviously standing in front of the customer.

"Please tell me you have straighteners…it doesn't matter if they're PCA ones. Though why you'd have PCA straighteners is beyond m…oh, so you do have PCA straighteners. Hmm."

The assistant walked off.
Kristen, the straighteners in her hand, looked up.

"Oh," she widened her eyes at Logan, "didn't expect to see you there. Climbing the t-shirt rack. Hello."

I hate to give things away, but I introduced Christina and Shannon for a reason. They're not MAJOR characters, in fact, they are very minor characters, but they're Adrienne's friends and Adrienne is about to become major, and Shannon befriends Nicole because of something Nicole does, Christina...well, you'll see. MrsLoganReese thanks for reviewing again, and yes, Kristen is a bit of a man eater/serial dater. She likes all her options open so if she fails at something she's suceeded at another, if you get my drift. AND I CAN'T TELL YOU WHAT'S IN THAT BOX! I want to, but it's a secret that will unravel given time. Kristen knows a lot more than she should, let's just say. Thank you for reading everyone, have some sugar, but thank you even more if you review, and if you reviewed, then have some pie N x