Chapter 1

The sky was dark, mixtures of black, gray and everything in between. It was like there were no clouds because if there was, I definitely couldn't see them.

"Is it still raining?"

I stare back out the window, the drops of water were pouring down harder than ever. "Yeah, Nicole, it is."

She sighs, dropping her notebook to the floor. Nicole walks over to the couch and plops down next to me, her eyes lock on the rain outside.

"I can't believe how suck-ish, this weather is."

I agree with her, first day of Spring Break and its raining. And according to the weather man, it's supposed to rain all week."Tell me about it. I wish there was something to do. I mean, it's our last year here at PCA. We're Seniors! Why aren't we out having some fun?"

"Duh! Because it's raining! Even I knew that." Nicole says smiling.

I roll my eyes at her.
I can't believe after 5 years of being here and she's still the same perky, annoying, not that bright Nicole.

"Know where I wanna be right now," Zoey says, now sprawling on her back on her bed, "I want to be laying on the beach, with the sun shining above me."

I smile at how great that would be, to just get away from PCA for a little while. "That would be perfect."

"It would be more than perfect! Can you IMAGINE all the hot guys we'd see there? They'd be shirtless!" Nicole giggles.

"We don't have to imagine." Zoey says, rolling over on her stomach. She leans on her elbows, with her hands on her face.

"What do you mean?" I ask, "It's not like we can just pack our bags and head off to NoWhere's-Ville."

"Zo, you have an idea don't you? I love your ideas! If your ideas were boys, I'd marry them!" Nicole says, excitement lining her voice.

A grin forms on Zoey's face. "Well, we do know a very rich boy. One who could get us plane tickets to Miami, Florida."

Miami, Florida! Oh my god. Is she serious? I've been dying to go there!

Nicole looks at Zoey and then at me, "YEAH! We should totally go to Miami! But who's our rich friend?"

"LOGAN!"

I bang my fist on his dorm room, "Open your damn door!"

I can't believe Zoey and Nicole talked me into asking him if we could have the money to go there. They said he likes me more than all of them, I bet they were lying just so I'd go, but I don't know.It sounds kind of fishy to me.

The door suddenly opens, revealing the shirtless, very tan and slightly muscled body of Logan.
I can't help but stare about how older he looks now. And how hot he is. Wait- did I just think that?

"You like what you see, Dana?" He asks, flexing one of his arms. "Knew you always did."

I roll my eyes at him.

He winks at me. "If you want to come in, I'll show you a fun time."

"Not on your life, Reese." I glare.

That's when I remember why I'm here in the first place.
I move out of his way and into the dorm room that he, Chase and Michael share.
I plop down on what I believe to be Logan's bed. It smells like AXE, just like him.
I adore that smell. It's so intoxicating.

He shuts the door and makes his way back inside the room.

"So princess, why are you here?" He asks, taking a shirt from his drawer and flipping it over his head.

"I have a question to ask you, and it's not if I want to make out with you," I say.

He snaps his finger in disappointment. "Damn."

"I was uhh... just wondering.."

"Mmhm?"

"Ifyouwantedtogiveusmoneytogotoflorida." I say it so fast that it comes out as one word instead of forming a whole sentence.

"Yeah, because that was understandable." He says, sarcastically.

"Fine, you asshole. I wanted to know if you would give us some money so we could go to Miami for Spring Break."

"Well since you put it so nicely; No." Logan plops down on his bed and pulls out a car magazine, as if I wasn't even there.

I pry the magazine from his fingers and throw it on the floor.
I crawl across the bed and sit down next to him, so I can make sure that when I talk to him, he's actually listening to me.

I gently grab his chin with my hand and lift it up so he's facing me.

"Please," I ask, making a sad puppy dog face at him.

He smirks at me,"I knew I was hard to resist."

I drop his chin from my grasp, "Don't flatter yourself. I'm just so desperate to get out of this hell hole they call a dormitory, I'd beg you to give me money."

"Fine, but under one condition," He smirks, twirling one of my caramel curls. For some reason, I don't pull my hair away from his fingers.
It's kind of… relaxing. I don't know why either. "Me and the guys get to come with you."

So how was that? Sorry it was so short. I promise, I WILL finish this story. I already wrote a few of thenext Chapters already. I just love this idea. And I hope you do, too. :) Which is why I'm going to ask for 5 replies before I post the next Chapter, unless I'm bored, then I'll post Chapter 2. haha.

Tell me whatcha think of it, fellow Zoey 101 fans!

Later loverlies.

xxx.Britt