Megan blinked at her friends, trying to figure out what they were freaking out about. Was it really that weird that Drake was her soulmate? Not that she wanted him to be, but they probably should've seen her finding her soulmate coming. She was a Harman, after all.

Hellewise, though, why, oh, why did it have to be Drake? The one boy in the entire school that got on her nerves! She wanted to scream! Or cry! Or, maybe even both! Okay, so maybe she was over-reacting just a teeny bit, but... I mean... still! She did have a reason to freak out, did she not?

"Are you sure?" Raphae gasped, putting a hand over his mouth, as he leant his elbow on the table.

Megan crossed her arms, and rolled her eyes. "Is the moon made out of cheese?" she asked, in a sarcastic tone.

"Touche." Sid mumbled, in a tonless voice. "But, it shouldn't be that surprising, I mean, she is a Harman, after all. Even if her last name is Harlow."

"But, still..." Raphael shook his black hair covered head in disbelief. "I mean... her. What're you gonna do, Meg?"

"Truthfully..." Megan sighed, and shook her head. "I-I really don't know. I mean, I can't just start dating him. I've made a player reputation for myself, that I plan on upholding. Plus, we get on eachother's nerves! I can't stand the guy!"

"That's how most of the soulmates started out." Ria shrugged. "Like, Rashel and Quinn. You can't tell me that you're not even the tiniest bit interested in him as more that a... toy?"

Megan shook her head, again. "Not in the least. I couldn't be less attracted to him if he had a raw turkey on his head."

"Oh, my, this is serious." Ria exclaimed.

Wadda'ya mean?" Sid asked the redhead.

Ria shrugged. "Well, all of the soulmates were attracted to eachother as more than friends even if they hated eachother. It should only seem natural that the same would be for Megan and Drake. Maybe... they really aren't soulmates. That wouldn't surprise me much, either." she turned to give Megan a piercing glare. "Unless, of course, you're lieing to us, and you do have some sort of feelings for him, that aren't friendlike."

"Not at all." Megan put on an emotionless face. "And the feeling is mutual, I'm sure."

"Oh really...?" Ria smirked.

"What?" Megan's eyes grew wide. "It is! He can't stand me, and I can't stand him!"

"Oh, I'm posative that you can't stand him-for the moment."

"Then what're you saying, hon?" Raphael asked, as Kaya and Caitlin returned. They could obviously tell what they had missed-in a way, just by the expressions on everybody's faces. Plus, they probably caught the last few lines.

"Yeah, what're you saying?" Megan crossed her arms.

Ria shrugged, and stood up to dump her tray. "Well, I'm not saying anything." she said, turning around, then her head, turned to face the table. She was looking directly at Megan, with a smirk on her face. "Except for the fact that he gave you his jacket."

~NWNWNWNW~

"So, when you're in court, are you going to plead guilty or inocent?" Keith asked.

Drake looked up from his lunch, that he had been currently stomaching, at his black haired friend. "Excuse me?"

Keith leaned forward on the table, eyebrow raised, with a little half smirk on his lips. "You were seen talking to the beautiful Megan Harlow by half the school this morning. For more time than most boy ever has, and the same with yesterday. Now, when all the boys take you to court for having a conversation with her that lasted over five minutes, that wasn't school related, are you going to plead guilty or inocent?"

Drake sighed. Keith probably wasn' exagerating when he said that he'd go to 'court'. If he really had been seen with Megan yesterday, and this morning, he would be in big trouble with just about every boy in the school.

"As a matter of fact, it was school related. She needed help with Math, and came to me, since it was obvious that I was getting what we were doing."

"Wrong! You were seen given her your jacket, which she is still, currently, wearing." Keith waved his fork over to Megan's side of the lunch room.

Drake scowled in the direction of the blonde. Her red-haired friend, had turned around, from going to dump her tray, and was saying something to the damn little witch. And, surprisingly enough, she did still have his jacket on. That was a huge surprise.

"So, she was cold." he grumbled, turning back to his friends. "Woop-dee-doo. I merely gave it to her, as any gentleman would." Not that he had wanted to give it to her. And, he also knew that he wasn't getting it back, also, he didn't want it back, not after she had infected it.

"Yes, but, she was reported to have been wearing her most skimpy outfit, yet. And, Miss Harlow is known for being invincable to the cold. Not to mention the fact that it's almost ninety degrees out, today. No way was she cold! She was probably sweating her ass off!"

Drake flicked a fry at his best friend, which hit him straight between the eyes. "Keep talking like that, and everyone will know. Word doesn't spread as fast as you seem to think it does."

"You'd better hope so." Keith mumbled, picking up the fry, and taking a bite out of it. Then he smirked at Drake. "So, why did you give it to her? I bet it's because you liiiike her!"

"Drake?" a female's voice came from behind him. Drake's eyes grew wide, and he stared straight at his best friend, scared to face her.