Matched

Matched – Short Story

                I tapped my pencil impatiently as I stared at the first question, which was easy enough, What is your name and grade? I wrote down Becca Wells, Eleventh Grade. The next one was just as easy, asking for my age and gender.

                "Psst," I heard Naomi hiss at me, "are you done yet?" I glanced over at her paper, which was already filled up and ready to be handed in. Naomi didn't want to spend another Valentine 's Day alone, so she was so excited to hear that this year our school would be doing its first matchmaking fundraiser. She couldn't wait to find out who she was going to get. I on the other hand, couldn't care less. Although I was slightly curious about who my matches would be, it's not a big deal. I'm mostly doing this just to humour myself and Naomi.

                "No, not even close, she just handed me the paper." Naomi rolled her eyes at me and turned back to her desk, reading her answers over. I filled out more and more questions like how long are you on the computer and what are you favourite tv shows. Frankly, I don't see how those would be relevant towards finding my match, but I guess it would be helpful if he did enjoy quality tv.

                Quickly scribbling down the rest of my answers, Naomi squealed happily as the snatched my paper and handed it in to "Cupid" who was sitting patiently at a desk playing Angry Birds on his phone.

                "I can't wait to see who I get! I don't want this to be another 'Single Awareness Day', you know?" Naomi came back, smiling happily. With her brown eyes gleaming in the light and her wavy, blonde hair cascading down her back, she looked really gorgeous, and totally didn't realize the reason boys don't ask her out is because they're really intimidated by her. I on the other hand have a much more obvious explanation to why I'm single, I just didn't really like any of the guys at my school and they don't like me. Although back in ninth grade I had this huge crush on this one guy who totally didn't know I existed, so after a whole year of pining after him, I just got over it.

                "Yeah, but once you find your match, I'm sure he'll ask you out, especially if you flirt with him." I smiled reassuringly at her, "So you wouldn't have to worry about that."

                "Aw, that's so nice of you to say! I bet at least one of your matches will ask you out too, you're a great catch." Naomi replied back, "If you were interested, I'm sure you'd be a real slut." I burst into laughter and Naomi chuckled at my reaction.

                Naomi groaned as she read her results, "All of them are less than 75% for me, which means they are 'okay' matches for me. My top one is only a 72. What about you?" She tried to look at my results but I pulled away before she could. I stared, totally shocked by what I saw at the top of the page in red cursive letters surrounded by a heart border.

Congratulations You've Been Matched!

Your Best Match is Ian Grayson, Male, 17 Years Old, Grade Eleven!

Compatibility to you 97%. Your Compatibility to him 95%.

                My jaw dropped a little bit, but I quickly closed it. Ian Grayson, my first real crush? I could have started to hyperventilate because I felt so nervous. My stomach filled with butterflies and I wanted to crash into the floor. "I can't believe it." The rest of my matches were in the low 70's, but the big, bold, 97 stared at me almost mockingly.

                "What?" Naomi asked, annoyed that she didn't know what was going on. Without saying a word, I turned the paper over so she could read it. Her eyes widened at the page, and she screamed so loudly everyone in the cafeteria stared at her, "OH MY GOD!"