This was what I had to do. I came up with a plan that might work! But, it did require letting all my feelings for Moze, go STRAIGHT TO MOZE! She had to know that I liked her!

First attempt: Just tell Moze that I like her!

Simple, but may work. Way too simple... But still may work! Alright, let's get in to action of getting Moze to be my girlfriend once again!

I saw Moze at her locker, getting all her stuff for next period, which was Spanish. I took Spanish just to try to be with Moze in a class. I still liked her, even though I wasn't dating her anymore. Anyways, I ran over to her.

"Hi again, Ned," Moze said, "Did you get your stuff for Spanish?"

"No, because I don't care about Spanish," I smiled, "I just wanted to talk to you. And I wanted to tell you, just so that you know... That I like you, Moze."

"And I like you, too," Moze laughed, "That's why we're best friends." The bell rung, "Alright, bye Ned. How are you planning on going to Spanish without your stuff?"

"I have a plan, like always." I said.

But I forgot to tell her that it was MORE THAN A FRIEND! I'm back on the idiot-meter! The time of Senior Prom is such a big time! This might be one of the hardest things to survive!

TIP 2: Talking to Friends... But Class is Next?

If you wanna keep talking to friends between each of your classes, then there's a simple way to solve this, with Ned's second tip in HIGH SCHOOL EDITION!

In the time you have between homeroom\1st period, get your stuff for 1st period, and your next class. Then, after 1st period ends, you can go straight to talk to your friends, with your stuff in your hand!

Man, I was better at this in middle school. I'll save the tips for myself.

Forget the tips! Just read...Time to survive, anyways...

I saw Cookie on my way to Spanish class, and he gave me all my books and notebooks and just everything that I needed for Spanish.

"Thanks, Cookie," I smiled, "I can't wait to feel Moze's firework kiss once again!"

I waited for the Spanish teacher to blabber everything in Spanish. I didn't even pay attention. She didn't ask me any questions, though. And I spent the whole time admiring Moze!

"Ned...?" Moze asked after Spanish, "Was there a problem with you in class? You were looking kinda creepy."

"Problem! No problem!" I replied, laughing, "I have something for you, though."

I also made a little something special for Moze. She will be my future girlfriend! And that future will be before high school ends! There's time for that, and I will have her. Even better, before prom!

Wow, now I'm sounding like Missy!

And then I realized Moze was hugging me. Her warm hug!

"W-what?" I asked.

"I said thanks," Moze replied, "But I also told you I don't want anything from you. I gotta go, Ned."

"Not again, Moze!" I exclaimed, "I just want you to see the stupid thing I made!"

Moze bit her lip as I got a little sticky note out of my backpack. As the Spanish teacher was blabbering, I was admiring Moze and writing this note. I worked hard on it... I flipped through my Spanish textbook to make it for Moze.

It was in Spanish. This time I'd make a little mushy love in Spanish. Why am I doing all of this! Moze is my best friend, not my girlfriend! Suzie's my girlfriend again now. I have to focus on her. Oh, who am I kidding! I love Moze! I just can't stop thinking about her. Why? Do I really like her THAT much? Am I really THIS crazy about her?

"Here," I said and handed it to her, "I wanted you to see it. I'm gonna give it to a really special friend of mine."

The note read,

Te amo. Quiero ser más que amigos. ¿Quieres ir al baile conmigo?
Amor, Ned Bigby.e

Which meant I love you. I wanna be more than friends. Will you go to prom with me?
Love, Ned Bigby.

But this was in Spanish. I was really hoping Moze would like it, and say yes. If she doesn't, I don't survive this! This is the moment of truth, my whole prom survival guide may rely on this note. I wrote small to squeeze it all in on the sticky note.

Moze gently took the note out of my hand. After she broke up with me_ she wasn't the same anymore! I just realized that! She turned all girly and fragile! Am I seriously giving her the note now? Please don't tell me I'm gonna regret going out with Moze after we have a long-term relationship, if we hopefully do.

I mean, I like Moze for who she is. But the Moze I liked was the real Moze! The first one I ever met. The Moze that was totally awesome, athletic, not afraid to take charge, funny, had a great smile, serious at times, and was just the shining angel that I loved. Wow, I've gone crazy over a girl that isn't Suzie! In fact, I barely think of Suzie as my love interest anymore.

Why did Moze have to overwhelm my mind!

"Ned, this is so sweet!" Moze exclaimed, "Suzie's a lucky girl. She's gonna love it when she sees it! Now you definitely got a date for prom! Grear job, Ned! Anyways, I gotta rush. I gotta get a lot of things for my next class. You know."

And before I could say anything, she ran off. Why didn't I mention it was FOR her! This is so idiotic! Now she thinks I'm still the coo-coo bird for Suzie Crabgrass, but I'm not! I don't like Suzie anymore! God, why did I ask her out for prom? Those firework kisses Moze gave me, that's when I knew I should turn from Suzie. We're friends, but not more than that. We can't be anymore. She's actually, not my type.

Way TOO girly now! I want the old Moze, my match Moze!

I just have to get the guts and go to her, and tell her what I have to. It's for the fate of our love, which will again be real in the future! Ned Bigby can survive this, just wait!

I ran to my locker, Moze would be there. My locker was right next to her locker. And Cookie's was next to that. Seniors get to pick their own lockers, as a little present from the school. So, if you wanna have a locker right next to your friends, senior year is the perfect time for us!

Finally, I got to my locker! B-but... Moze wasn't there! Where could she be?

"Ned Bigby!" Principal Hofferman yelled, "You're a senior! What are you doing in the HALLS of the school! Do you have a hall pass?"

"No, Mr. Hoffman," I sighed, "I didn't know the bell rang!"

"You better start paying attention, sir! As a senior, you must be responsible and a good student," Principal Hoffman snapped, "Get to class, Bigby. And you have a detention during lunch!"

"I didn't get my stuff, Mr. Hoffman," I respectfully spoke, "May I please get my stuff for class, Mr. Hoffman? I really need it. A student cannot go to class without there stuff."

"Yes, yes. Get your stupid stuff and don't be late for class tomorrow!" Mr. Hoffman said, "And start paying attention to the school's bell, Mr. Bigby. That will surely help you get to class on your speedy-legs. Will you be late for your next class?"

"No, Mr. Hoffman," I said, "And thank you for letting me, Mr. Hoffman. I will try my very best to never be late again."

"Good thinking to say that, Ned," Mr. Hoffman smiled, "You are a very respectful student, I've realized by now. And Ned, I am proud to show off to other schools a student like you. And you're nothing like Billy Loomer. A disgrace to all students. I think you deserve a detention PASS! You are free from detention at lunch, only because your behavior saved your little butt."

"Really?" My eyes glew at the school principal, "Oh thank you, Mr. Hoffman! I'm so happy you let me! I won't waste anymore time, Mr. Hoffman. Let me get to class!"

"Wait a second, Ned!" Mr. Hoffman exclaimed before I could go, "You need a pass! The teachers will scream at you without a pass."

"Oh, thanks." I said.

Mr. Hoffman quickly took out a little pad of papers and made some lines and check marks with his special blue pen. Then, he smiled and handed it to me.

"A respectful student." Mr. Hoffman smiled.

"Thank you," I said, "A great principal."

"Don't try it on me," Mr. Hoffman shook his head, "Now get to class!"

I quickly tried to open my locker, and I grabbed all my stuff for history with Mr. Jay. I looked at the little sheet of paper Mr. Hoffman gave me. I was so glad he though I was respectful! If it weren't for that, my butt would've been in detention, away from Moze!

Mr. Jay was teaching the class as I peeked in. They were all laughing at his jokes. Mr. Jay was a good teacher. Funny, but only sometimes a little cheese bit strict.

"Ned, you're joining our lesson?" Mr. Jay asked, "Glad you could, then. I guess I'll see you in detention at lunch then, Ned! Don't think about being late next time. The students missed you."

"No we didn't!" Loomer yelled, "We thought about punching your face, Bigby!"

"Loomer, shut it," Mr. Jay snapped, "Have a seat, Ned."

I sat down, too shy to give Mr. Jay the note. Loomer glared at me.

"See you in detention, Bigby," Loomer evilly grinned, "I'll be there, too. Couldn't you tell? I'm a bad bully, stupid!"

I raised my hand. I knew I had to give Mr. Jay the little note.

"Yes, Mr. Bigby?" Mr. Jay asked.

"I have an excuse note for detention," I replied, "It's from Mr. Hoffman."

"I don't believe you!" Mr. Jay squinted his eyes, "Mr. Hoffman NEVER gives out excuse notes anymore! Does it have... The Hoffman Signature. It's a total trademark of him."

"Well, I think it does," I said, "Because he DID sign it. I just don't know what the signature really looks like. I've never got an excuse note in my life before this."

"Alright, let me have a look at it, Ned." Mr. Jay nodded and took the note from my desk. He examined it, "Mhmm... Mhmm... THE SIGNATURE! It's there! Alright, Ned, you're off detention. Guess I won't be seeing you, then."

"You got lucky, neither will I," Loomer whispered, "Now I can't crush your stupid bones!"