Chapter 5- Meet Your Match

Moze's POV

My perfect match hasn't I.M.d me in forever! I wonder what's wrong. Anyway, in computer lab today, I sent him an IM, since we're in the same computer class.

Vballchic11: Hey.

NSSG65: Hi

Vballchic11: Haven't talked to you in a while

NSSG65: Ya

Vballchic11: I think we should meet up

NSSG65: Whaaaaat?

Vballchic11: Do you think we shouldn't?

NSSG65: No

Vballchic11: We shouldn't meet up?

NSSG65: No

NSSG65: I mean YES, we should NOT meet up.

Vballchic11: Why?

NSSG65: what if we're mortal enemies in real life?

NSSG65: Or best friends?

Vballchic11: Best friends?

NSSG65: I don't know. Alright, where will we meet?

Vballchic11: Um, ya, by my locker at like, um, after school, I guess, locker number 101.

NSSG65: G2G, see u there.

Vballchic11: Bye.

I was sooooo nervous, I was gonna MEET him? In PERSON?

Ned's POV

What's Moze gonna do when she finds out I'm her perfect match??? What if she hates me? What if she thinks I'm a freak? What if this RUINS our friendship? I need to talk to Cookie.

"Cookie? Moze is meeting her perfect match, me, after school today, what'll I dooooo????" I moaned to Cookie, as he looks around suspiciously.

He sees my look, "I'm making sure Christine doesn't attack me." He flinches, "But you should meet her, and tell her the truth, I mean, everyone knew you two would get together eventually, why not now?"

"Because it would be too weird." I say, satisfied with my lie.

"You are LYING through your TEETH, you like her, and you're afraid she doesn't like you back, coward."

"Look who's talking, mr. CHRISTINE??????? Is that Christine? I thought it was!" I mimic, annoyed he figured it out.

"Whatever." Cookie says, sneaking off.

At Moze's Locker…

STILL NED'S POV!

Moze is waiting by her locker, I nervously walk up.

"Ned! Hey, leave, I'm meeting my perfect match, like, now! Oh, gosh, I sound like Missy!! Agh, Ned you're making me nervous, so, GO!" She says, shaking me by the shoulders.

Her touch makes me tingle, and I force the butterflies down.

"I can't leave." I say.

"Why Not?" She demanded.

Why Not? Take a crazy chance. The words go through my head, when she says it.

"Because VBALLCHIC11 told me to meet her at her locker, which is 101." I say.

She gapes, "YOU'RE MY PERFECT MATCH?"

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