Disclaimer: Nothing about LWD belongs to me because well, if it did, i wouldn't be here writing fanfiction. I probably would be doing something else.

Chapter one:

Casey was at her locker, rummaging through it when her best friend, Emily came up to her.

"Hey Casey!" she said once she got to her locker.

"Hey Em!" she put her books back into her locker, closed it and began to walk down the hall with Emily right next to her. "So what's up?"

"Nothing much. I heard that you broke up with a certain brown head boy." She knew her friend long enough to know that if she said his name, Casey would burst into tears. She really didn't feel with dealing with that at the moment.

"Yep," Casey said in a tone that obviously meant that she wanted to drop the subject. Emily picked this up and decided never to mention it again until Casey was ready to talk about it.

"Well I don't think you will be alone for much longer." Casey gave her a questioning look. "I heard of this siteā€¦"

"No way!" she said interrupting Emily. She couldn't believe her friend was asking her to join a dating service. She hated those things and besides she wasn't even over him yet. "And how can I? I'm not even over him yet!"

"Listen, I'm not saying you have to date anyone. Yet anyways. But wouldn't it be fun to make a profile and meet people you wouldn't have met otherwise." She tried to convince Casey and by the look on her face, it seemed like it was working.

"I'll think about it." She finally said. "But what about all the sickos out there that look for teenagers and do 'stuff' to them?"

Emily laughed. She knew that Casey was going to say something like that. "Trust me, you won't have to worry about that stuff. The site's pretty safe."

"And you know this how?"

"Well, I read their 'Private Policy' knowing full well that you would ask me about it." Emily explained. "So what do you say?"

"I think about it. You know how I feel about these sites, Em."

"Yeah I know but at least your thinking about it. It's actually a pretty cool site. I met a bunch of nice and not to mention hot guys on it. You'll love it." She explained. "Just tell me when you decide though." Casey nodded and both of them headed towards their first class.

Derek was walking down the hallway towards his first period class with Sam. They stopped at his locker on the way to get something.

"So, have you heard about this dating site?" Sam asked leaning on a locker. "Lot's of people, 'cool' people, are joining it."

"No why?" Derek asked him looking at him with this confused look on his face. He had no idea what provoked Sam to ask such a question.

"Just wondering. Since you are like a dating god, I just though you would have heard about it. There is definatly some pretty hot chicks on it, Derek."

Derek laughed, "So you've been on it before? I never thought you were that desperate but I guess I was wrong." He laughed again.

"Shut it!" Sam said obviously annoyed at his friend. "I don't just go on the site to date people, I also go on the site to also make friends."

"Sure you are." Derek laughed. He picked up a book, closed his locker and started walking towards his first period class.

Sam rolled his eyes and went after his friend. When Derek had realized that Sam was back beside him,. Derek asked, "So was there a reason why you brought up this subject?"

"I already told you!"

"No you did. There has to be more to it than that so tell me the real reason."

"That was the real reason. I just wanted to know. There was nothing else to it, honest." Sam tried to convince Derek,

"Okay what ever you say. It's not like it even matters in the first place." Derek shrugged. "So what's the site called?"

"Spin the bottle." Sam told him.

"Oh I heard of that. I just thought you were talking about another site."

"Yeah but you should definatly try it out. It's an awesome site."

"I'll think about it. You know I'm not one of those types of people though, right?"

"Yeah I do but still. You'll love it." Sam tried to convince him. Derek nodded, still thinking, and kept on walking towards their first period class.