Dear Zoey,

Hi, it's me. Chase… Chase Matthews. You know the guy you could have gone out with? The guy who completely messed up any possible chance of a relationship with you? I'm really sorry, Zoey, I want to make it up to you. Will you please meet me in the student lounge at ten past eight? We've really got to talk and work things out. Thanks.

Love…I mean… Sincerely

Chase

Nicole stared dreamily at the outfit displayed in the shop window. Oh, how she wanted that outfit! It would look so good on her. She had to try it on. She opened the door to the store, making the bell ring. A blast of air conditioner hit her in the face. A person who worked at the store quickly rushed up to her and said, "Hi there, miss. How may I help you today?"

"I'd like to try on that outfit displayed in the window."

"I'll get that for you right away."

Nicole headed for the dressing rooms. The person who worked at the store came over and gave her the outfit. "By the way," she said. "My name is Betsy. Just call me if you need anymore assistance." She smiled and led Nicole into a free dressing room. Then she went off to do whatever she had to do.

Nicole quickly changed into the outfit and gazed at herself in the mirror. She looked… well, great. The faded pink knee length skirt that flared out swished around when she twirled and the white belt with the star buckle was sheer perfection. The light, cloudy blue shirt was made to be baggy and had long sleeves that made her look some what taller. She sighed and wished she could buy this dear outfit. She checked the price and her eyes grew wide. It's only this much? I can totally afford this!

She quickly changed out of the outfit and hurried out of the dressing room to buy it. Then she remembered why she had so much money in the first place. Her face fell and she looked down at the clothes she held in her arms. Then she sighed and walked up to Betsy. "Here you go. Thanks for letting me try it on."

"You're not buying it?" Betsy asked.

Nicole shook her head sadly. "No, I'm not."

Betsy studied Nicole face and a gentle smile crossed her face. "How about I keep this outfit on hold for you? You know, just in case you change your mind."

Nicole immediately brightened up. "You'd do that for me?"

Betsy nodded. "Sure, why not? I'll save it for you for a week."

"Who could have stolen it?"

"I don't know…"

"I mean, who would want to steal a shopping bag?"

"Maybe because…"

"I mean, WHY? Maybe they have a plot to kill me and-"

"DANA, WILL YOU LISTEN?"

Dana stopped pacing around the room long enough to stare at Logan. He was sitting cross legged on her bed, looking extremely irritated. She sighed and went to go sit down next to him. "Sorry, Logan… it's just that I'm so upset that… anyways, that's no reason for me to ignore you. Go ahead, tell me what you think."

Logan took a deep breath. "I think that…" He hesitated and looked away from her.

"What?"

Logan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then he turned and stared Dana right in the eye, opened his mouth, then turned away. Now she was the one getting irritated. She stood up and crouched down right in front of him, grabbing his shoulders so he couldn't turn away from her. "What?"

Logan mumbled something, but Dana didn't hear. "What?"

"I think we should…" His voice trailed off.

"What?"

"…"

"WHAT?"

"I think we should break up."

Hi, this is Michael! Leave a message after the beep.

"Um, hi Michael, it's Quinn. I was just wondering why you didn't show up at the student lounge at the usual time today? I was waiting for you and… well you probably had some stuff to do, but just phone me! I was worried about you and well… yeah… okay then, bye… I'll talk to you later I guess?"

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"Michael? It's Quinn. It's just that… um… what's up? I miss you…"

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"Michael, for gosh sakes, call me back!"

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"Michael? Sorry for sort of raising my voice in the last message… just wanted to apologize…"

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"Doo doo doo doo… dun dun dun da da dun da da dun…."

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"Sorry about that last message."

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"Okay, the day's almost over and I haven't seen or heard from you ONCE. I'm going to your room right now to see if you're ok. Okay?"

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"Okay… I'm not going to your room right now. My experiment just exploded and I have to clean it up before going to bed. So tomorrow! I'm going to your room tomorrow to see if you're ok. Okay?"