A/N: Thank you for the reviews! Please keep them coming!

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ID # 4236 WROTE:

Alright, first off, I'm gonna tell you that you're probably as pissed off as I am right now that we have to do this stupid assignment. I don't want to do it any more then you do, got it? So I don't want all this drama over a stupid assignment.

ID # 6375 WROTE:

Whoa there. No need to be Mr. or Ms. Grouchy.

ID # 4236 WROTE:

Sorry, it's just that, I hate how the point of all this is to make friends.

ID # 6375 WROTE:

Tell me about it. There's no point in this, it's not like the two matches are going to be BFFs after some stupid assignment.

ID # 4236 WROTE:

Exactly! It just comes naturally, you know? Finally, a person who actually agrees with me.

ID # 6375 WROTE:

Heh heh, thanks. Anyway, I'd usually introduce myself, but this stupid program would probably block all of the useful information out anyway.

ID # 4236 WROTE:

Same here. What's the point of getting to know the other person if we can't even describe what we're really like?

ID # 6375 WROTE:

Exactly! This is all so stupid.

ID # 4236 WROTE:

Lol, we sure used the word 'stupid' a lot today.

ID # 6375 WROTE:

Well, because it is!

ID # 4236 WROTE:

Haha, you're actually not that bad. I thought I'd get matched up with some loser. I'm glad I didn't. At least, I hope not.

ID # 6375 WROTE:

Hey, what's that supposed to mean?

"AND, day one if this project is officially over!" Mr. Bender announced. "Please log off immediately so that the next class can log on."

Nicole ran up to her friend Zoey, on the other side of the computer lab. It was amazing how fast she could run in a mini skirt and flip-flops whenever she had something important to say.

"Omigod, omigod, omigod!" Nicole stood in front of Zoey jumping up and down. "How was your match? Tell me! Tell me! TELL ME!"

Zoey laughed. "Calm down Nicole! Whoever my match was, he or she seems pretty cool so far. We just barely got to know each other until we had to get off. How was yours?"

"I'm so glad you asked!" Nicole said as if she was expecting it. "Well, I'm almost positive my match was a total hottie!"

"How do you know for sure?" Lola walked up to us, obviously overhearing Nicole's statement.

"Well, he sounds like a hottie." Nicole replied matter-of-factly.

"How was yours Lola?" Zoey asked her.

"He or she was great!" Lola started laughing. "I stuck to my plan of pretending to be the complete opposite of myself, and they totally bought it!"

"Do you think it's Lucas White, you know, the guy that sits behind Michael?" Nicole asked, completely oblivious.

The trio walked to where the rest of the gang was standing.

"Or maybe it was Scott Jones, the hottie that sits all the way in the back." Nicole said, her heads still in the clouds.

"She thinking of boys again?" Chase asked.

"Yup." Zoey replied. "How was your match?"

"Well, she or he's pretty cool. The bad part is, I didn't ask if it was a guy or girl, so I hope I didn't say anything stupid." He replied.

"Ooooh, yeah. That would suck." Zoey sympathized.

"Yo Zoey!" Logan called, catching up to them. "How was your match?"

"Mine? Mine was pretty co-"

"Bad?" He cut her off. "Well, I bet you a thousand times that my match was worse!"

"Yours was bad!" Dana said from behind. "I bet you a thousand times more that mine was way worse than yours!"

"Mine wasn't too bad." Michael caught up. "He or she was pretty cool. I could tell he or she was into-"

"YOURS worse?" Logan was talking to Dana. "There is NO way that yours could have possibly been worse than mine!"

"Ahem! As I was saying," Michael cleared his throat to give them a sign that he was obviously annoyed for the interruption. "I could really tell they were into-"

"OH no no no no no." Dana was still speaking to Logan. "Mine was WAY worse than yours! SO bad that I wanted to virtually strangle him or her!"

"Why bother." Michael threw his hands up and let them fall to his sides.

"Guys stop!" Lola got in between them. "If you really hate your matches that bad, then go ask Mr. Bender if you guys could switch ID numbers with someone else!"

"Not a bad idea." Logan started nodding his head to the idea.

"You're a genius Lola!" Dana praised her.

"I know, I know." Lola curtsied.

"Now that that's over with, who's hungry?" Michael changed the subject. "I heard their having a special at Sushi Rox!"

Most of them agreed, after all, who wouldn't want some time to spend with great friends after a long day of school? All but one headed towards campus restaurant.

"Are you sure you don't want to come?" One asked.

"Totally. You guys go ahead." She replied. "I'm kinda tired, I think I'm gonna head back and catch an afternoon nap."

"Alright then, we'll see you later!" Another waved.

She waited for them to become clean out of her sight. Positive they were, she practically sprinted back to her dorm.

Once she got there, she slammed the door behind her and quickly turned on the computer and monitor. She tapped her foot impatiently as the slow-moving monitor worked its way of turning on. Finally seeing the familiar desktop wallpaper that greeted her every time she logged on, she doubled clicked on the Internet icon a few times to finally get to open up.

Logging on with her ID number, she looked around, hoping the blinking "Online Now" words that would flash before her eyes next to her match's ID number. Much to her dismay, it didn't.

I know that I'll seem like a complete dork doing this, but, I've never met someone as cool as you. I know, extremely corny right? I know, you're probably thinking, no one in their right mind would ever 'want' to do this, especially outside of class. Well, hopefully you'll reply back, and not just because you're in class right now, where you're being forced to do it.

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A/N: Ok, by now I know it's pretty obvious who's matched up with who. But what if it's not who you think it is? Trust me, there's going to be a lot of surprises throughout this story. I really hope you like it and please don't ruin it for others. Please Review!