Adams: Hey. I know you're online.

Adams: Aren't you going to say hi?

Adams: Why won't you answer me?

Another beep escaped from her computer. Darcy cringed as she pressed "ok." The taunting message popped up. "Are you sure you'd like to delete your MyRoom page? It cannot be retrieved again." There was a long pause, and Darcy began to reconsider. Maybe Spinner would hate her guts; but she'd always have Adams: a young, rich, guy from private school. He thought she was beautiful and sexy, he knew exactly the right things to say and the right things to do.

Adams: Darce? Darcy? Where are you? Are you OK?

Darcy reluctantly dragged the mouse left, and clicked the button.

Cheergrl: I'm fine, it's just, Spinner dumped me.

The reply back was instant.

Adams: You don't need him. You're too good for him. You always have me.

Cheergrl:

Cheergrl: Blushing

"Darcy!" Her mother called from downstairs, "Dinner!"

"One sec mom, just let me log out!" She yelled back, still grinning ear to ear from Adams's reassuring message.

"Or maybe she just wants to talk to her online boyfriend" Darcy's sister Clare whispered in her ear. She smirked as she left their bedroom.

Darcy scrunched up her face angrily; her sister was going through her computer messages again. Clare couldn't be trusted with anything.

Cheergrl: Gtg, dinner, talk to you tomorrow?

Adams: You bet. See you.

Cheergrl: See you

Darcy ran down the staircase, giddy from the image in her head. It was Adams, pale, brown hair, slender. He was wearing his navy blue and white uniform, and he leaned gracefully against the wall in front of his giant fortress of a school. He was everything she dreamed of and more.

"Darcy? What's taking so long?" Her mom yelled, irritated. "Your dinner's getting cold!"

"I know mom, I'm coming" Darcy rolled her eyes at her less than patient mother. She was only a minute late and already she was having one of her OCD fits. Everything had to be exactly on time.

By the time Darcy had gone downstairs, Clare was already picking at her plate of spaghetti, making no attempt to eat it. Somehow, in her mind, she thought that if she moved the food then it would magically disappear.

It wasn't long until the sound of Josh Groban's new hit song was displayed throughout the kitchen.

"Can I be excused?" Darcy asked her mother hopefully. Mrs. Edwards gave a sigh and shook her head, shooing her away with her left hand. The mid-dinner calls were becoming more and more frequent, and she knew bugging her daughter about it would only make the situation worse.

Darcy looked excitedly at the caller ID, only to be disappointed. It wasn't Spinner; instead it was a private number. She flipped the phone open and mumbled gibberish into the mouthpiece. The next two words put Darcy in awe.

"It's Adams"

Suddenly, Darcy's head was bombarded with questions. How did he know her number? Why does he sound so much older on the phone? What was he doing calling her? Was she going to start being a stalker boyfriend now? So many thoughts ran through her head, it felt like it was going to explode.

"Did Peter give you this number?" Darcy said, rubbing her hand against her temples.

"Who… never mind, yeah, he did." He sounded unsure of himself, and his voice sounded manipulated.

"Okay, well, why did you call?" She bit her nails out of nervous habit. Adams could probably hear her chomping away, but it didn't matter. After the whole thing blows over, they'd be even on the weird level.

"I just, want to see you so bad. You don't know how much I love your pictures. How much I love talking to you every day. Each day I wait for you to get on, just to be with you for a second." Maybe he didn't know everything to say. When he talked, it just sounded creepy and rehearsed.