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'Wow, I never thought I would be going to prom in a wedding dress,' Zoey wisecracked, spinning around in the mirror. The dress was strapless, white and fifties-style, puffing out from the waist to the knee.

Nicola clapped her hands and giggled. 'I LOVE IT! Ohmigosh, this is so perfect, the whole school is talking about your wedding! It's gonna be so hilarious! It'll go down in PCA history!'

'Nicole, will you stop stressing every other word?' Lola sighed humorously, smoothing down the mod-style dress she had finally decided on and examining her profile in the shop mirror. 'We get it already.'

Zoey chuckled, before her face fell into thoughtfulness. Lola glanced up at her. 'You OK, Zoey? What's up?'

'I'm just thinking about Chase,' she admitted. 'I hope he's still OK with this, after… you know…'

Nicole squealed. 'Oh my gosh, I am so glad he finally told you how he feels! That is so cute! He's been in love with you, like, forever!'

'Aaargh!' Zoey cried. 'Has everybody known about this except me?'

Lola shrugged. 'I didn't.'

'I did! Michael did! Logan did!' Nicola added triumphantly. 'Since, like, forever!'

'Thanks, Nicole,' Zoey muttered. Lola looked at her carefully. 'I think the more appropriate question is whether you're OK with this, Zoey. You don't seem too happy, now you know that Chase wants to be with you and you turned him down. Are you sure the minor difficulties of a long-distance relationship is a good enough reason not to go for it?'

'Yeah!' Nicole cried. 'You could see each other every holiday and summer and weekends! It would be so cool! Zo, you guys are, like, made for each other!'

Zoey pulled back the curtain of her changing cubicle and pulled off the dress. 'Guys, stop it! I made my decision. It's too big a thing to get into just as we're parting. And I am totally, one hundred per cent happy with that! OK?'

'OK,' Nicole and Lola muttered. Lola leaned in closer to Nicole. 'We'll see about that!'

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'Dude, I still can't believe she turned you down!' Michael shook his head incredulously. Logan just scoffed. 'Hah, after five years, Chase just got r-e-j-e-c-t-e-d. Haha!'

Michael shot him a glare. 'Shut up, man, that's cold. You sure you can't change her mind, Chase?'

'I feel like a monkey butler,' his friend muttered randomly as he straightened the jacket of his black wedding suit. 'And, yes, I am sure. The weird thing is, I think she wants to be with me. She told me she loves me, for crying out loud! But it's just typical Zoey. She's decided it'll be too hard and she's sticking to that. Stubborn as ever!' He couldn't keep the fondness out of his voice, despite his grudge.

'Well, why don't we just think of the reasons why a long-distance gig wouldn't be as big a problem as she thinks?' Michael suggested, fiddling with Chase's bow tie. 'Remember, dude, you're going to be taking her to prom in two days. Something about those dresses always makes girls a little warmer towards a dude.'

Logan sniggered crudely. 'You bet!'

Michael turned on him, irritated. 'I didn't mean it like that, man! Who are you taking, anyway? I bet every girl in school turned you down, player!'

Logan rolled his eyes. 'I don't want to go to prom with some lame chick at PCA. I told you, I have a date. You'll have to wait and see who, and I tell you, you will be so damn jealous when you meet her.'

'I won't,' Chase assured him.

'Hey, I'm going with Lola, I'm happy,' Michael shrugged merrily. 'OK, Logan, shut up now. Chase, let's get thinking of ways to persuade Zoey…'

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Midnight hung heavily over PCA, and it seemed in every dorm, plots were brewing.

Lola sat quietly in her bunk, her laptop on her lap. She had lifted Chase's memory stick from his rucksack at dinner while he was distracted by Michael choking on a grape. It was now plugged into her computer's USB port, and she was typing furiously. Occasionally, she exchanged a few words in her IM conversation with Michael, while his room mates also slept.

Quinn chuckled in her room, connecting various wires together. 'OK, let's try this,' she whispered, before flicking a switch. Her eyes lit up as her contraption began to operate. 'Excellent…'

Dustin looked through his photos of his sister and her friends, stopping when Lola was in one. Each time, he made a note in a little book and carried on flipping through them.

Within two days, all three plots would reach their fruition. And as each plotter was unaware of the others, who could say how brilliantly or disastrously the schemes would combine?