A/N: My third fictionpress story! Though hopefully I actually finish this one. This idea, sadly enough, is based on something from my own life. However, this story is a very warped version.

Summary: I tried matchmaking my best friend with him. What I didn't expect was a whole tangle of love life to come crashing down on me.

Chapter 1

Now, I'm not the residential matchmaker or anything, but I find that one of my favorite hobbies is trying to set up by best friend with guys she would be good with. Mind you, I'm very indecisive. In 5th grade, I decided that Tommy Holland, the class bully, was her soul mate. Needless to say, that only lasted for about 2 months before I realized that my friend would probably throw herself off a building before she went out with someone who beat up little kids. In my defense, he was totally the bees knees at the time.

In 7th grade, I pestered her non-stop about a new guy that moved in around the block. His name was Brian, and seemed nice enough. He was a little on the geeky side, but I thought that his personality made up for that little glitch. Now I knew Kayla, my best friend, would never go for him, so I told him to go to her. Big mistake. I had told Brian that Kayla was madly in love with him, but was too scared to say so. What I didn't count on was him turning into a stalker. Oops. One can only imagine the earful I got from Kayla when she found out it was my fault a midget geek kept jumping out of corners trying to kiss her.

9th grade was a whole different story. This time, I found out John Blake, the hot sophomore on the swim team, had a thing for my best friend. Naturally, I acted on that attraction. I thought I was doing a great job of convincing her that John was perfect until he asked her out and she said no. I almost burst into tears. Later I called her and gave her a long lecture of how she was throwing away her future husband and it wasn't too late to call him for a date. After my rant all Kayla said was "Nicole, his idea of fun is getting wasted." Needless to say, I shut up after that.

Now in 11th, I'm telling you, I found her the perfect guy. He's not a bully, geek, and not even close to some druggie/alcoholic. His name is David Montgomery and he's captain of the basketball and soccer teams, has a 4.0 GPA, and is the nicest person ever. What more could you want in a guy? And I know he'll go perfectly with my smart, outgoing, track star best friend. They're like a match made in heaven!

Notice how I skipped 6th, 8th, and 10th grade? Well that's because those are the years I spent plotting. I have no life I know.


I leaned against the side of her locker, smirking innocently. Kayla looked at me suspiciously. "What?"

I smiled wider. "I just thought of a perfect reason why you and David should go out."

Kayla pulled out the impossibly heavy history textbook, presumably to stuff in her overflowing locker; but I noted that she could probably succeed in hurting me with it if what I said pissed her off too much. Ah well, it would be worth it.

"I'm most likely going to regret this, but shoot."

I put on my best lecture face. "Come on, you and David have the whole opposite cliché look going on. You know, the sun and moon, night and day? Angel and devil? Your blonde hair totally sets of his black. How can you not see the attraction?"

Kayla froze, either from pure incredulity at what I was insinuating, or because she was contemplating the best way to kill me and make it look like an accident.

"Have you finally hit your head one too many times after all those times you've fallen?!" Hey, that was a low blow. I can't help it if I'm a major klutz.

"They should lock you up in the mental institution!" I was not mental! Just misunderstood…

As if hearing my thoughts, Kayla glared and stormed off. Grinning, I follow. Lucky for her, I'm in her first class. And so is David. Torturing best friends are so much fun!

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God, all these stupid math problems were making me dizzy. Whose bright idea was it to have math start at 7:20 in the morning again? Oh right, the school board. Idiots. Yawning, I looked across the room to the window to see if anything interesting was happening outside. Nope. The sky is still blue, the sun is annoyingly bright, the geese are flying…wait. I blinked to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. David was looking at Kayla! It was only a quick glance but still.

I gleefully ripped a page from my binder and wrote: David was staring at youuuu!

Completely immature I know, but a girl's gotta have some fun! I crumpled up the note and tossed it over Kayla's shoulder. Luckily, she sits right in front of me.

I watched as she opened the note and I could almost imagine her rolling her eyes. Seconds later, a ball of paper almost hit me in the face. Unrolling it, I read her response to my brilliant deduction. Retard! He was more likely staring at you wondering why you're acting like an idiot. Or better yet, he could have been looking at the clock behind me! I shook my head sadly.

"Denial is the first step dear." I whispered. The tightening of her grip on her pencil was an obvious indicator she heard me. Poor pencil. I think I should take that as a cue to run out of the classroom before her so she doesn't get a chance to murder me.

"Miss Ranford." I snapped my head up to look innocently at the nasal, overweight, cranky old lady I was unfortunate enough to get as a math teacher.

"Perhaps you can tell us the answer to the problem on the board as you feel you don't need to pay attention in class?"

Bitch. Like anyone wants to listen to your monotone voice. I of course didn't say this out loud. There was no desire in my heart to waste my time in detention with her for a month.

"5i + 7 over 4.5" I said with a hint of smugness. Let's see you try and discredit that. I was positive my answer was right.

Red began to creep on her cheeks in rage. I could tell she was about to give me detention for 'cheek' but finally gave up and starting 'teaching' again. Thank god for my talent of not paying attention but be able to listen to what's going on. An oxymoron if I ever heard one.


When the bell finally rang, I grabbed my stuff and bolted out the door in an effort to escape Kayla before she blew up at me.

"NICOLE RANFORD! YOU GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!"

Too late. I ran faster, almost killing some people with my overflowing bag. Gasping for breath, I finally reached my classroom. After sitting down at my seat, I combed through my shoulder length dark brown hair with my fingers, and frowned when they got snagged in knots. Great. On the bright side, I stay safe for another period.


Using hard earned talent, I managed to avoid Kayla the whole day. This was no easy task mind you. After class was over, I hesitantly made my way over to her locker. After checking to make sure she wasn't holding anything potentially lethal, I said "Hey."

She looked up "Hey." Yeah! She's not mad anymore!

"Don't think I haven't forgotten." Darn. Grim reaper, here I come.

Kayla rolled her eyes at my pout. "But forget about it. You want to go to that new café that just opened up? My aunt said it's the best."

Let me tell you, Kayla's aunt is the coolest ever! She's a fashion designer and agrees with me 100 percent that Kayla needs a boyfriend. If that's not evidence, I don't know what is.

"Sounds fun. I need a distraction from all that homework I have to do later…"

Kayla nodded. "Great. Now I have the best thing to tell you! You know how Madeline had a big fight with Joe the other day right? Well…"

I listened to this piece of juicy gossip while walking down the halls, and as a result, wasn't paying attention to where I was going. Seconds later, I felt myself crash into something warm, solid, and huge. Though that isn't saying much, considering I'm only 5'2…

Owww. I blinked and found my self staring at a pair of black Nike sneakers. Great, now I just need a person to match the shoes. I tilted my head up to see the concerned face of the one and only David Montgomery.

"I'm sorry. Are you okay?" he asked, slightly worried at the dazed look on my face.

"Fine" I said absentmindedly. I pushed myself off the floor only to stumble over one of my stray books (which I dropped when I fell) and go pitching forward. A warm hand gripped my shoulder to stead me.

"Are you sure you're okay? Do you want to see if the nurse is still in her office?"

Finding my voice, I said "Don't worry about it, I'm a natural klutz."

I gave him a smile of thanks when he handed me my textbook. The smile dropped after he rounded the corner, and I turned to glare at my so-called 'best friend' who was cracking up in the corner throughout this whole ordeal.

"Thanks for the help." Note the sarcasm.

She smirked at me. "Now if you're talking about clichés…"

I gave her my most poisonous look. "Don't you dare finish that sentence."

Of course, Kayla ignored me. "Everyone knows that a cliché romance begins with the girl bumping into the guy in the hallway and he catches her. It's a fact of life darling. Now are you sure you're not trying to set me up with him so you could get over a crush?"

"He didn't catch me!"

Kayla wagged her finger at me. "Denial is the first step hon."

My response was to puff out my cheeks in annoyance. I hate having my words thrown back in my face. Irony's a bitch.


A/N: Well, there's a bit of foreshadowing at the end. So, what do you all think about the first chapter? Worth continuing? A review or any advice is most welcome!