8.30 pm

Zoey sat down at her laptop glumly, and stared at the unfinished essay open on Word.

A study of the term 'Love' by Zoey Brookes.

That was all she'd managed to write. In three hours.

Knowing she should really get down to writing her essay, she guiltily clicked onto PCA Messenger.

PineapplePrep : Zoey? Are you there?

Zoey-b-Girl66 : Yeah, just doing English essay.

PineapplePrep : Have you finished it?

Zoey-b-Girl66 : Er…

Zoey-b-Girl66 : Yes. What are you up to?

PineapplePrep : I was watching 'Pirates of the Caribbean' with Nate.

Zoey-b-Girl66 : ? That wasn't in the cinema today.

PineapplePrep : In his room :p

Zoey-b-Girl66 : Where are you now?

PineapplePrep : Still in the room. Well, bathroom, Nate's outside. Art came in too, man is he gorgeous. And so's Harry. I nearly drowned myself in my own drool. How gross is that!

Zoey-b-Girl66 : Excruciatingly.

PineapplePrep : What should I do? Like, if he leans in?

Zoey-b-Girl66 : Ride away on a rubber chicken?

PineapplePrep : Oh ha ha ha. You're so funny, I almost forgot to laugh.

Zoey-b-Girl66 : Yeah, I have that effect on some people. Ask Becca, she's the expert on sudden kisses.

PineapplePrep has left the conversation

Nicole clicked onto the left hand corner of her screen.

PineapplePrep : B? Help meeeee. I need your heeeeelp.

PineapplePrep : B?

PineapplePrep : B?

BeautifulLoser : What?

PineapplePrep : Oh hallelujah you're there!

BeautifulLoser : I was summoned to my computer by the constant 'ding' sounds from you asking where I was. Constantly. Anyway, how can I help?

PineapplePrep : I'm in Nate's bathroom.

BeautifulLoser : …

BeautifulLoser : Okay that's a new one.

PineapplePrep : And I've been watching this movie with him, Pirates of the Caribbean, omg Orlando Bloom is sooooooooo lush. I think maybe, he might want to kiss me.

BeautifulLoser : Who? Orlando Bloom?

PineapplePrep : No! Nate.

BeautifulLoser : Then kiss him.

PineapplePrep : But I don't know what to do if he leans in, and Z said to ask you.

BeautifulLoser : Oh.

BeautifulLoser : Yay.

PineapplePrep : So?

BeautifulLoser : What?

PineapplePrep : WHAT DO I DO!

BeautifulLoser : Just let him lean in the most then lean in like, a centimeter and then kiss him.

PineapplePrep : Just like that?

BeautifulLoser : Just like that. I'm sorry, but I g2g, am feeling v. guilty about not doing my English report. But I assume you've g2g too - wink wink

BeautifulLoser has left the conversation

Rebecca signed off and double clicked on the minimized word file in the corner.

A study of the term 'Love' by Rebecca Sinclair.

She ran her fingers along the keyboard in hopes of getting inspiration.

Love.

What was love?

Rebecca almost laughed when she was given the assignment, how would she, of all people, know what love was about? She could imagine Chase's essay to be page after page of flaxen hair and girls who are compassionate and smart. Or girls with dirty blonde locks, that are neither compassionate nor smart but conniving, evil and had a sort of evil laugh. He was in love with two girls. Chase would know.

But Rebecca wouldn't.

Because she wasn't in love with anyone, and she doubted she ever would be. When people asked Rebecca out, it wasn't because they wanted to get to know her better or because she had a sparkling personality.

It's cause they wanted to be known as the 'owner' to the beautiful, tall, exotic girl who liked eating icing sugar straight out the packet.

Ding!

YouKnowYouWantMe : Hey jerk. Are you there?

Rebecca stared at the pop-up message with amazement, before typing rapidly and furiously. When she finished, she gave a satisfied smile and clicked 'send'

BeautifulLoser : Apologies, Logan, but no, 'jerk' is not here. The fabulously intelligent yet aloof Rebecca Sinclair is here though. She offers her condolences to Logan as 'jerk' is not present, and you have very out of control hair. In the mean time, Rebecca offers to send on your message to 'jerk,' though finds the need to note to you that the message would be passed straight onto the biggest 'jerk' she can find and the message indeed would be passed onto yourself, thus, squashing the point of Rebecca passing on the message at all.

YouKnowYouWantMe : ………….

YouKnowYouWantMe : You're so annoying when you're angry. I hate it when you use long words.

BeautifulLoser : Why's that? Can't you understand them?

YouKnowYouWantMe : Gosh, you're hilarious. I was actually planning on asking for your help on the English essay.

BeautifulLoser : Like I know what love is?

YouKnowYouWantMe : Course you do, after all, you are in love with me.

BeautifulLoser : Please don't make me vomit.

YouKnowYouWantMe : You are in denial.

BeautifulLoser : You are insane.

YouKnowYouWantMe : Well, are you going to help me or not?

BeautifulLoser : Why? Can't spell your name? I–D–I–O–T, that's how you spell Logan.

YouKnowYouWantMe : Oh ahahahaha. You're so, so funny Rebecca. You just crack me up. How I wish I had your sense of humor. I'm being sercastic in case you didn't know.

BeautifulLoser : You spelt sarcastic wrong.

YouKnowYouWantMe : ...

YouKnowYouWantMe : I did that on purpose.

Rebecca didn't know how to describe love, but she sure knew how to describe hate.

A study of the term 'Hate' by Rebecca Sinclair:

Logan Reese.

A+ report, I think.

And onto the next chapter? Perhaps…once it's written…I wish I had a piñata right now. And a barge pole. In fact, they'll be a short delay in the arrival of the next chapter because I'm going to go out and buy a piñata from the Spanish/Mexican party store in town. I also have to write it, but after I buy my piñata and pole. Toodles. N x

OMG! Forgot to say have pie. Please forgive me. Have pie. And lots of it.