Murphy's Law.

Six - I am not playing matchmaker.

The rest of the weekend was basically spent in hibernation. Mom, temporarily satisfied by the success of the engagement party had halted the Wedding Express, meaning we managed to have normal conversations for the first time since Jessa came into the house with a rock on her finger.

It was bliss, pure bliss I tell you.

Monday saw me slumped at my desk in the Biology lab awaiting Mr Grayson's imminent arrival, with about as much enthusiasm as could be expected.

"So, you're just not going to say anything about it?" Dana demanded, shutting my Biology book with a flick of her wrist and raising an eyebrow at me.

"What?" I asked stupidly.

"You made me shop for three hours for that dress, and now you're not going to tell me anything about the party? Who did you end up going with?"

"Ah, it ended up being Murphy." I shrugged.

Dana's face instantly fell "And here was me with my fingers crossed, thinking romance was going to blossom. I thought he was supposed to find you a date, not be it?"

"Yeah, so did I." I shrugged, reaching to open my book once again, but Danas hand remained firmly on top of it.

"So you're telling me there wasn't one guy there who caught your eye?" She eyeballed me, and I rolled my eyes.

"It was a family event," I reminded her "And I'm not that desperate."

"You were not related to every single person there," she scoffed "Come on, give me something."

"Alright fine, there was one guy who was decent enough, but he's also going to be my sort-of brother in law, so no thank you."

"Sort of doesn't count." She waved it away with her hand "On a scale of one to ten, how hot was he?"

"Dana," I sighed.

"Scale. Him."

I pursed my lips, before speaking begrudgingly "Nine."

"Which basically means he's like a twelve," she giggled, clapping her hands together.

"Stop." I rolled my eyes, though I couldn't help but laugh slightly at her reaction.

"I knew that family had to have good genes," she sighed dreamily, balancing her chin on the palm of her hand. "I mean, you've shown me Jessa. There was no way her brother was going to be anything less than amazing."

"You didn't know he existed until five minutes ago," I reminded her.

"So what's his name?" She asked, completely ignoring me.

"Dylan."

"And it gets better!"

"I already told you, Dan. Future brother in law, not happening," I said.

"Yeah, for you. Don't be selfish, Jackie. If you don't want him, the least you could do is introduce him to your very available friend." She smiled angelically at me, batting her eyelids.

"I am not playing matchmaker," I laughed, shaking my head.

"Why not?" She pouted. "Do you want me to die old and alone?"

"You're not going to die old and alone," I snorted, shaking my head as I shoved her hand off my book and opened it once again.

"Says you," she mumbled, spinning back to face her own desk as Mr Grayson sauntered into the classroom.

I didn't think it was fair that the school decided to assign me the teacher with the most soothing, put-you-to-sleep voice for the one subject I didn't need all that much prompting to fall asleep in. The next forty minutes were a battle of wills between me and my eyelids, vaguely trying to take in at least some bit of information to save myself from a big fat fail on my next exam.