Disclaimer: If I owned Zoey101 I would have shown the reaction to Quogan. Since I don't we'll only be able to find out what happened next through fan fictions. So keep writing everyone. :D
Author's Note: Rated K+ for mild violence.I've really wanted to do this for a while, a short and sweet fan fiction. I always liked the idea of Logan vs. Mark. So here's my version of what would happen in The Showdown.
Bam: The Showdown
By BeMySpiderman
I hated him. I hated everything about him. He repulsed me.
I hated his blank face, and his squinty little eyes, his nonexistent brain.
But most of all, I hated how he could make her cry.
Everything about him drove me insane. I'd finally reached my boiling point; I wasn't going to stand around as he did this any longer.
And that's when I found myself running around campus in search of that ugly mop of brown hair and vacant expression. I knew where he was. I knew he was sitting at same lunch table he sat at everyday. Playing cards with Firewire.
I knew that right now she was probably trying to hold back her tears. Probably trying to prevent herself from zapping him with her Zap Watch, or maybe she was considering the Ankle Laser. I knew everything she ever thought about, because I cared about her. Something he never did.
So when I finally gathered enough courage I made my way through the maze of tables and walked right up to him. Past my friends, calling my name out in greeting.
Past Quinn, and her questioning look.
He turned around, his big round mug stared me right in the eyes.
And then his nose had started to bleed profusely. And I held up my fist, already stained with his blood, before taking aim and clouting him in the gut.
"Logan!" She called, and I felt her arms try to grasp me.
No. I shook my head: this isn't over yet.
My blows grew softer and softer as I began to calm down. He continued to flap his arms at me as if he was a bird.
I stopped. He stopped. We both waited in silence.
Everything around us was quiet, until suddenly he spoke.
"What did I do?" He asked with his melancholy voice.
"I think you know what you did." He quivered as my harsh words hit his ears. "Stop treating her like she's nothing. Stop thinking you can come return to her anytime you please, and she'll want you back. Because you don't know anything about her, and she never will."
He stared up at me with empty eyes: "Who?"
"Quinn," I answered him, "My girlfriend. Get it though your thick head, she's not yours anymore."
And I watched as once again my fist collided with Mark's face.
Bam. g