A/N – Well, here it is! I'm working on them as quickly as possible. So, just bare with me, and gimme a little time!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Zoey 101.


Chapter One:

She's been keeping this secret all summer. Continuing to write letters to Zoey, Nicole, Quinn, Chase, and Michael; but she hasn't told any of them. If you're wondering why she didn't add Logan to that list, it's because she hasn't talked to him in nearly three years. She kept her letters short and sweet, just like she has the entire time she's been away. She figures she doesn't even have to ask about Logan, they'd tell her if something big had happened. Sure, she liked France well enough. It was beautiful, but she was definitely ready to come home.

Yes, that's right Dana Danger Cruz is coming back to PCA.

Zoey had made them all take a picture, not too long ago, so she's seen what they all look like. Zoey still looks a lot like she did when they were younger, becoming a bit more curvy, and her hair now has a dark brown on the under side of it, but she's stayed around the same height. Dana had been relieved to see she wasn't the only short one. Nicole still has long brown hair, and a bright smile, but she looks as if she has grown, at least, three inches; Chase is still basically the same. His hair is a little more bushy, and he looks like he's gotten pretty tall, but other than that, still Chase. Quinn still has her dorky little glasses, that actually add to how pretty she is, and she looks to be quite a bit taller than herself. Michael is Michael. Taller and more muscular, but pretty much the same. Logan though? Logan is breathtaking. His hair, where it is still brown and curly, is a little longer now, and he has the best muscles she has ever seen, but those eyes, the ones she could get lost in, they've lost that spark of happiness and life they once held. When she first looked at the picture, she had wondered idly why they told a completely different story from the small smirk on his lips.

Dana hasn't changed much herself. She's stayed tiny, at only 5'3, her hair is long and curly, with honey blonde and black highlights, she's filled out quite nicely in her boobs and butt. She knows she looks good, and she isn't afraid to flaunt it.

When the pilot's voice comes over the loud speaker, to tell them they have about fifteen more minutes in flight, she glances out the window, before pulling out a letter that is on a very worn piece of paper. This letter, she wrote, and it was only for her to see. Just a little something to make her feel better about everything.

Hey Reese.

It's been a long time, two years now. I'm not writing this to catch up with you though. No, I'm writing this to tell you that I hate you. You broke my heart, Reese, as much as I don't want to admit it. I waited by my phone every night, for months, after I left, and no call. I know we always acted like we hated each other, but I never actually thought you were serious. I know I wasn't. That last night before I left we fought and you told me you hated me, and that you hoped I never came home, I thought it was just your way of telling me you didn't want to miss me, but you would. I guess I thought wrong, huh? The funny thing is, all you would have had to do was say 'stay, Dana', and I would've ripped up my ticket and stayed; but you didn't, so I left.

Two weeks before that, you told me you loved me; and I said it back. That was stupid of me. I should've known I didn't really mean shit to you. I guess I really was stupid. You left my heart out to shrivel up and stop beating, while I tried, as hard as I could, to hold on to yours.

I picture you smirking, and saying that you agree, I am stupid.

But, I don't care. I need to get this out. I remember the dance, you know, when I broke your toe, you were, once again, being cocky and arrogant with your, "wanna make out?", and thinking that every girl would say yes; but, no, I didn't want to make out. I wanted more. I always did, that's why I had to say no, I didn't want to be another girl that cried herself to sleep over you.

Then, you told me you loved me, and I fell for it; and now? I am one of the girls that cries herself to sleep every night over you, Logan. It's crazy, right? Me, the person who never even remotely liked you, fall in love with you? Well, I did and you tore me apart.

I don't plan on you ever finding out how badly you truly hurt me. I don't want you to know that you didn't just break my heart, you took it threw it on the ground, and ran it over with a truck. Over and over again. You'll never know that.

You're not getting this letter. I wrote it so I could pretend you know how bad I hurt, and maybe push some of that hurt onto you. I hope you hurt too, I truly hope you do.

The worst part about that fight the night before I left, was when you called me a slut, and said I would sleep with anything that came my way in France. I hated that you could say something like that, and mean it. We were thirteen years old, and you said I would have sex with anyone that wanted it. Why would you even say something like that to me? To anyone?

I hate you, Logan, for making me love you.

Dana.

She feels the tears on her cheeks, and curses herself for getting emotional about this, again. Will she ever get over it? Even so, as she feels the wheels touch down, she can't help but smile. She's finally home.


Outside the airport, she smiles at the warmth, that she knows will end when night falls, and the smell of the ocean, and hails herself a taxi, expecting it to be much harder than it is. Her parents being in Ireland, for work, upsets her a little bit, but it just means she'll be back at PCA sooner, rather than later. She makes small talk with the driver the whole way there, and climbs out, handing him the money, and throwing a 'thanks' over her shoulder.

Thankfully, she's already been given her room assignment. She will be sharing her old dorm, room 101, with Zoey, Nicole, and a girl named Lola that she's never met. She grins lightly as she throws the door open, and sets her things down. 'I'll unpack later,' she thinks to herself, as she shuts the door and heads back toward the girls' lounge.


As Dana pulls open the glass door, everyone stops and stares at her in shock, then they all seem to shake themselves out of it, and welcome her back. She knew she missed this place for a reason.

Her friends are still sitting in the corner, where they've always sat, staring at her like she's from another planet, before pulling themselves together and sprinting toward her.

"Dana, what are you doing here!?" Zoey and Nicole scream together.

Dana grins, "I'm back. For the last couple years of school, I'm back," Nicole squeals excitedly, and Zoey smiles so large Dana's sure her face hurts.

"Oh my god, I'm so excited, are you guys so excited."

"Of course I'm excited, Nic. I've waited three yeas for this," Dana laughs.

"Me too, me too," she continues squealing, "I'm gonna go get Quinn and Logan, come on Michael," what? I don't know if I'm ready to see him, but she just grins and nods.

Dana follows Chase and Zoey, who she knows aren't dating, but definitely should be, to the couches and flops down on one end, while they sit across from her. They don't ask her anything about France, knowing she won't want to repeat herself when the others get back, so they just talk about some random things that come to mind, until she sees them all come walking, or running in Nicole's case, in. Her heart flutters, and aches, when she sees Logan, but she manages a small smile.

"Dana," Quinn all but screams, "you are back!"

Her smile widens, "hey Quinn," and then she's being pounced on, and hugged.

"We have so much catching up to do," Dana nods, as Quinn steps away from her.

Nicole clears her throat, loudly, "I told you guys we weren't lying," of course they wouldn't believe her.

"Reese," she nods, not wanting anyone to think something was off.

"Cruz," and she knows that's the end of that, but apparently everyone else does not.

It feels like everything slows down, and everyone watches with bated breath to see what will happen next, and when nothing does, everything speeds back up. Quinn steps back over to Logan, who wraps an arm around her and pulls her close, and for the first time in her life, Dana actually feels like she can't breathe. Shaking her head, she turns to look at all of her grinning friends.

"Did you see the eiffel tower?" Zoey throws out.

Dana smiles, "yeah, I did. It was beautiful at night when it was all lit up."

Quinn has a questioning look on her face, "what made you decide to come back?"

Dana grimaces, lightly, "I missed home. French is hard, I don't like it. I was ready to be back."

Nicole bounces, excited, "were there cute boys? You know I like cute boys," everyone laughs.

"Yes, Nicole, there were lots of cute boys."

"Did you date any of them?" She asks, now on a roll.

Dana sighs, watching as Logan and Quinn make their way to one of the couches, and she sees the hard look in the glare Logan throws at her, "I went on a couple dates."

Nicole squeals, once again, and bounces in her seat, "did you sleep with any of them?"

'Please, someone stop this,' Dana pleads in her mind, but everyone looks interested, so, stealing herself, she answers honestly, "yes, once," and even though it comes out as a whisper, she knows by the way Logan tenses that he hears her, as if she'd screamed it.

Logan lets out a sarcastic laugh, "Dana," he shakes his head, "we all know you didn't just sleep with one guy. I mean, really, you probably slept with anyone you could get your hands on. You've always been a slut," Dana bites her lips against the hurt she feels.

She watches Quinn start to say something, but the spark in Logan's eye catches hers, and she speaks before anyone else can, "I'm a slut, Reese?" She snarls, and watches the sparkle get brighter.

"That's what I said, isn't it?" He smirks at her.

Dana growls in his direction, "I slept with one guy. We'd been dating for a few months, I was comfortable, and I trusted him. Afterward, I found out he only wanted to get in my pants, and that was the only time I made that god damn mistake," she can't stop herself, it's that spark in his eye...

Logan frowns, angry at whoever did that to her, but he won't show that, "One time? Yeah, right, Cruz, you would sleep with anything that has a dick!"

She realizes people are watching how this unfolds, but she doesn't care, "you know, you're right, Logan. I slept with everyone there. Tell me, how the fuck does that make you feel?"

She watches Logan's face go from taken aback, to upset, to shocked, and finally to downright pissed, "honestly, Dana," he spits her name out like it has a bad taste, "it just tells me I was right to say what I did the night before you left," and it hurts, but she won't let him get the last word.

Glancing around the room, she sees the shocked looks on everyone's faces. They'd all seen, or at least heard, about how riled up Dana got him, but they never imagined it could be like this.

"You know what, Reese," she starts, her voice losing the venom it once held, making him wonder if he'd gone too far, "I'm glad you said it, too. It let me know I was right, I meant nothing to you. I was just another fucking fling to you," and yes, she's aware of all the jaws dropping around her, but all she can focus on is the sparkle in Logan's eyes.

Logan looks ready to explode, but Coco interrupts before he can, "as entertaining as this has been, Dean Rivers wants to see the both of you. Now."

Dana and Logan pause, briefly, to glare at one another, before yelling, "this is all your fault," at one another.

Not having any other option, they both exit the lounge and head toward the dean's office, together.


"Sit down," Dean Rivers starts as soon as the door is opened, "first of all, welcome back, Dana, you were missed," she can only manage a small smile in return, "what were you two thinking? Yelling at one another like that, and in the lounge no less?" He questions calmly.

Dana bites her lip, "Logan started it," she says softly.

Logan looks from her, to the dean, and back, "I did not," he says frantically.

Dean Rivers shakes his head, "don't yell, you'll get your chance to explain, Logan."

'Yeah, right,' Logan thinks to himself, 'Dana will get what she wants. She probably fucks people to get her way.'

"Dana," Dean starts, "what do you have to say?"

She takes a breath, "well, you know, everyone was asking about what I did in France, when Nicole started asking about boys, and I didn't want to be rude and not answer the questions, and finally she asked if I had ever slept with anyone," she pauses, "and I answered honestly, and said yes, that I did once. Logan started laughing, and he said that he didn't believe me. He said that he knew I had to sleep with more than one person, and that I would sleep with anything that came my way," she pauses at the grimace on Dean's face, "so I yelled at him, but I had a right to defend myself!" She adds as a side note.

Dean Rivers nods, "you never have been one to back down from Mr. Reese," he turns to Logan, "your turn."

Logan nods once, and begins, "Okay, this is what happened. Everyone was asking stupid questions, and then Nicole started in on her questions about boys, and I was going to change the subject, but I wanted to listen for some reason," Dana looks intrigued at that, but he ignores her, "and when she said she only slept with one guy, I knew she was lying, because that just doesn't happen. She even admitted it," Dana rolls her eyes, knowing that he knows she was being hateful there, "I didn't start anything. If anything it was her fault, she shouldn't have lied."

'Fucking liar,' Dana thinks bitterly, 'I didn't start shit.'

"Okay," he nods, "sit tight, I'll be back in just a couple minutes. I'm going to go check out your stories," and then he's disappearing behind a closing door.


Dana sits quietly, looking anywhere but at Logan, while he tries to figure out who would have told Dean they were fighting. Then he remembers, "I can't believe you told them about us," he grumbles.

She spins, a fierce glare on her face, "I didn't say we were together, cause we never really were, were we? What I said was that I was just another one of your flings; and I had every right to say something about it because you used what you said against me."

Logan glares right back, "I was not using it against you. I just said I was happy I said it. Telling them that you were another one of my flings is telling them," he spits at her.

Dana rolls her eyes, "one, that's totally using it against me; two, I'm glad you're happy you said it; three, they would have found out eventually. It was just a matter of time, and you know it. Besides, I was just a fling to you," she turns her head away again.

Logan opens his mouth to retort, but Dean Rivers steps back into the room, "well they told me that both of your stories had some truth to them," he pauses, "but..."

Chapter One.

A/N – That was the new chapter one. I really hope you enjoyed it...

Thank you so much for being patient with me. I've gotten so busy. I'm trying not to get too overwhelmed, and I can't wait for the craziness to pass; but these will get posted as quickly as possible.

I love all of you who are sticking with me, and those of you who are just joining me!

Thank you, again! (:

- Katie