Ned's POV
Today in Homeroom, we all filled out the forms for the perfect match program, and forked over five bucks, I groaned as I gave my homeroom teacher the money, I hated handing it over when I was trying to save money.
Moze saw me in the hallway after homeroom, "What's wrong with you? You look all mad."
"I just forked over five bucks for a retarded program, and now I'll probably get stuck with MISSY for my perfect match, since she's counting the votes!" I whined.
"Gosh, you're in a bad mood, well I'm happy, I've missed dating, since Phaemon and I broke up, maybe I'll find a new guy to date through this thing. You should feel that way too, after Suzie moving and everything." Moze said, ever the optimistic.
"Whatever…" I grumbled, rolling my eyes. It bugged me for some reason to think about Moze dating someone else, but I pushed the thought from my mind, I was being WAY to over protective of Moze, it's not like I'm her dad or something…
"Crackle, cough, crackle, cough, cough… Hi, this is Missy, and I was just telling you losers, I mean, students, that the forms are like all filled out, so the results will be handed out in your sixth period class, by the cheerleaders, of course. That's it, I guess, so good luck!" The PA crackled and hummed then clicked off.
Everyone in the hallway was buzzing with excitement, sixth period was next period, since it was Lunch now.
Moze turned to me and grinned excitedly, "I absolutely cannot wait, I really want to know who my perfect match is. I'm a little nervous though. What if he doesn't like me?" Her grin turned quickly into a nervous frown.
"Don't freak out, stay calm, freaking out just makes it worse, breathe." I coached her, she giggled, and headed for the lunch room, "Save you a seat!"
I followed slowly, hoping the fluttery feeling in my stomach would go away. She had squeezed my hand before she went to the cafeteria, why was my stomach doing gymnastics? Why was my heart leaping into my throat? Why? Why? Why?????
Later…
I got my perfect match form back, some girl called VballChic11 was my perfect match. Whatever, I thought. Anyway, during sixth, the teachers gave us permission to talk to our perfect matches in all the different computer labs. So, I got on to the PERFECT MATCH website and logged onto my IM page.
An IM popped up:
VballChic11: Wat's Up?
NSSG65: Not much, u?
VballChic11: Not much, it's kinda weird though, talking to my "perfect match" though.
NSSG65: Know what you mean
VballChic11: I mean, I broke up with my boyfriend this month, and have felt weird ever since, so I've been pretty excited!
NSSG65: I dunno about this, I mean, how accurate are our cheerleaders really???
Vballchic11: LOL, but I don't know, it's worth a try. I mean we can talk for a while over IM and then if we think we actually might be a good match, meet then, less awkward ya know?
NSSG65: OK
Vballchic11: Cool beans, anyway…
Author's Note: Conversation continues here, but I don't want to write IMs for the next hour, so, just IMAGINE it.
After School…
"My 'perfect match' is funny, I like him." Moze said, walking up to my locker. "Cool, I like my match too, I mean, I thought I wouldn't, but it feels so, right. Like I connect with her." I replied, surprising myself at my answer.
I looked at Moze, and how happy she looked, and the green monster of jealousy started to take over, I was seeing red, or green, I guess. I h8d this guy, the guy who had stolen Moze's heart, before I had the chance.
This was horrible!
Wait, I don't like Moze.
Who am I kidding? Of course I like Moze, and now some guy had stolen her heart, because I had waited too long.
Crap.
IM Conversation
Participants:
NSSG65
Vballchic11
NSSG65: Whatcha doing?
Vballchic11: talking to you!
NSSG65: No kidding
Vballchic11: blond moment.
NSSG65: what do you like to do?
Vballchic11: uhh, sports and hanging out with friends and family, definitely. You?
NSSG65: well I sorta like to write, and be CRAZY!
Vballchic11: Hey, you only live life once, why be boring?
NSSG65: Exactly!
Conversation continues…
I was jealous of Moze's match, I was REALLY jealous. I was soooo mad. And angry. And confused. And lovesick. I just felt like I should be her perfect match, not THAT chump. Even though I don't know him, I just totally DON'T LIKE HIM. Got that? I DON'T LIKE HIM!