Picture Perfect

Chapter 1

Hand Games

Disclaimer: I don't not own the cast of Zoey 101

Dana POV

Thank God it is the last class of the day, art. It is a plus that Mrs. Crow is my favorite teacher. She adores me. I know what you are thinking what teacher like a smart mouth. She does. She just has one problem. Well it isn't a problem really it made me like her more sometimes. On other times I get a little mad. Like when Logan and I are talking. She something smiles and other times she does a little giggle or laughs etc. and the whole class already knows what that means. (One day in the beginning of school she did it. Lets just say I had a bad moment.) So they all turn to Logan and I. That makes me pull far apart from Logan not wanting no one to see how I blush and my eyes flutter. They might even hear my fast pacing heartbeat. She swears that Logan and I are meant to be. I wish that was true. That jerk won't even look at me. I think another reason why I like her so much is because she pairs Logan and I up for everything. Guess who I am seating next to? Yep the jerk himself. Sitting so close to him in art made me realized three things: 1.I like. . . no love Logan 2.He smells wonderful 3.He got talent for this drawing thing. He is an A+ student in this class. I am good but not like him. I range form A to B grades. I love when I don't get something. Like when we were learning paint stokes. He stood over me and guided my hand how to move it. I did learn right away, but I didn't tell him that.

"Okay class, today I have a new projet to give out," Mrs. Crow said.

She is a very pretty women. About 25 to 27. She just started to work here. She has red hair and green eyes. She has porcelain skin that is flawless. She is about 5'7 with those high heels she looks like an Amazon goddess.

"Noooo," was heard threw the class room.

I just stood tapping my pencil. Logan's and my desk connect so we are close to each other. I see him form the conner of my eye get disappointed then happy look with news of this project.

"It isn't that hard I promise. First you get paired up with a person. Then you have to take pictures of them throughout the day," she said handing out cameras to everyone. "You will have a week to do this. I don't think that this is the best last minute project unless you are an incredible photographer. I doubt that anyone in this 11th grade class is that good, of a photographer. You gave a disk to upload the pictures you have took in to the computer," she said. Handing a disk and some wires that connect the camera to computer to everyone. "There is no other other photograph software that can handle these pictures. This software can only do two things, make the picture black and white and or add caption to the pictures. The captions will not be on the pictures but on the screen. Then you choose your pictures make them in to a slideshow. Finally you present them to class," she said sitting back at her desk.

"Isn't this more like media?" another student asked.

Mrs. Crow lets us speak out loud unless she has a headache.

"Yes in a way," she said.

"So having a band and singing is art then, too" Logan said.

"Sure," she said.

"Then why can't can't we have a singing project," Logan said .

"I will think about it," she said with a smile.

"But how are is taking pictures an art?" Logan asked out loud.

"Listen, photos are art. A good photographer know when to take the perfect picture. That is an art," she said.

"This is stupid," Logan said.

She opened her mouth to say something but I beat her to it. "No you are stupid," I said still looking straight.

"How is that?" he asked.

"Maybe because you don't understand the important things in life," I responded.

"What is the important things in life? Please enlighten me," he said.

We continued speaking loud so the whole class heard us. Mrs. Crow learned to let us argue I think she enjoies it. It is like her little soap opera of the day. Someday we help each other. Someday we flirt. Sometimes we whisper and blush with each other. Once in while she spot us playing with our feet. Most of the days we fight and argue.

"That is for you to figues out for yourself. I will give you a hint. It isn't all about yourself," I said.

"Wow," he says with sarcasm in his voice.

"I bet you I can take better pictures," I said.

"You are on," he said putting out his hand.

For the fist time since we came into this class I looked at him. I put out my hand We shook on it. Touching his hand was like a bolt of lighting threw my body.

"Because you two have a bet why not let ya be partners," Mrs. Crow said. said.

I rolled my eyes to act like I am mad. I know that truth. I am the only one who knew the truth. I flet Logan's smirk in my direction. I was right. I gave a raised eyebrow. My hand stood palm down on the desk and the other twirling a pencil with ease. He put his hand down close to mine and turned his head straight. I turn my head back to, too. I felt someone playing with my fingers. I was right. He was putting his fingers in the openings of my fingers softly. I turned my hand so my palm was facing up as a sign to leave me alone. It wasn't hot today and I couldn't blame my crimson cheeks because of the temperature. Logan didn't understand this. Now he was tracing the lines in my hand with his fingers so gently. I felt like I melted at his touch. Then he made circles in my hands. I didn't have the urge to to push him away. I guess it is something else to add to Mrs. Cow soap operas. Hand playing. How I hate what he does to me. My cheeks felt hot. So I did the only thing that I would be smart. I push my hand away. He put my palm on his right thigh, madly. Then I did something stupid. I grabbed his hand and played with it for a while until I interlocked our fingers and settle on Logan's leg.

Logan POV

Thank God it is the last class of the day, art. Mrs. Crow is my favorite teacher. She loves the idea of Dana and I. That is the best idea anyone could have. Some times when Dana and I get along she smiles, giggles or laughs etc. and then the whole class already knows what that means. So they all turn to Dana and me. Dana quickly moves. I guess she doesn't want the class to know that has a soft side for me. Who am I kidding. She is a tease that hates me. Another reason why I like her so much is because she pairs Dana and I up for everything. Guess who I am seating next to? Yep Miss Danger herself. Sitting so close to her in art made me realized three things: 1.I like. . . no love Dana 2.She is a tease 3.She is even even hotter than I thought. I am an A+ student in this class. Dana is good, too. I love when she doesn't don't get something. Like when we were learning paint stokes. I stood over her and guided her hand. She has really soft hands. I know she learned it right away, but I keep showing her how.

"Okay class, today I have a new projet to give out," Mrs. Crow said.

She is a hot women women. About 25 to 27. She just started to work here. She has red hair and green eyes. Great body. She has porcelain skin. She is about 5'7 with those high heels she looks like a huge Amazon goddess. Weren't the Amazon women tall? I don't play enough attention in history.

"Noooo," was heard threw the class room. I added in until I remember who my most likely partner will be.

"It isn't that hard I promise. First you get paired out with a person. Then you have to take pictures of them throughout the day," she said handing out cameras to everyone. "You will have a week to do this. I don't think that this is the best last minute project unless you are an incredible photographer. I doubt that anyone in this 11th grade class is that good, of a photographer. You gave a disk to upload the pictures you have took in to the computer," she said. Handing a disk and some wires that connect the camera to computer to everyone. "There is no other other photograph software that can handle these pictures. This software can only do two things make the picture black and white and or add caption to the pictures. The captions will not be on the pictures but on the screen. Then you choose your pictures make them in to a slideshow. Then you present them to class," she said sitting back at her desk.

"Isn't this more like media?" another student asked.

Mrs. Crow lets us speak out loud unless she has a headache.

"Yes in a way," she said.

"So having a band and singing is art then, too" I asked.

"Sure," she said.

"Then why can't can't we have a singing project," Logan said stupidly .

"I will think about it," she said with a smile. She was so lying

"But how are is taking pictures an art?" I asked out loud again.

"Listen, photos are art. A good photographer know when to take the perfect picture. That is an art," she said.

"This is stupid," Logan said.

She opened her mouth to say something but Dana beat her to it. "No you are stupid," she said still looking straight.

"How is that?" I asked.

"Maybe because you don't understand the important things in life," she responded.

I do the importance in life is to fulfill your goals and dreams and to find true love. I know who that true love is.

"What is the important things in life? Please enlighten me," I said.

We continued speaking loud so the whole class heard us. Mrs. Crow learned to let us argue I think she enjoies to watch us. Like somedays we help each other, or we flirt, or we whisper, or blush with each other, once in while we play with footsie. Those are the days Dana is a tease. She has fun playing with my feelings. If only she knew the affect she had on my when she starts these games or continues with them. I hate the days when she is mad at me and shoots me down.

I remember one day back in the beginning of the year. She got embarrass when Mrs. Crow giggled at us flirting. The whole class looked to where she was looking at. They saw us laughing and joking with flirty comments. Dana didn't know this would happen. I think this is why she pulls away when Mrs. Crow laughs now. She didn't talk to me or look at me the rest of the day and the next. She when I realized after art the second day what she was doing I went to find her in room by herself listening to music. I came walked in. She turned off the music. I simply said sorry and kissed her on the cheek and left. Why I kissed her on the kiss? I don't know? Later when I saw her she exploded on me. That is much better than her not talking to me. That was the closest my lips got to her.

"That is for you to figue out for yourself. I will give you a hint. It isn't all about yourself," she said.

"Wow," I says with sarcasm in my voice.

"I bet you I can take better pictures," she said.

She is so on.

"You are on," I said putting out my hand.

For the fist time since we came into this class she looked at him. I put out my hand. After shaking her hand I just had to touch her again. She sends chills up my spine with her soft touch. We shook on it. How good that felt.

"Because you two have a bet why not let ya be partners," Mrs. Crow said.

Dana rolled her eyes at that. I smirked at her. I think that she has a sixth sense because she looked my way. She gave me a raised eyebrow. Her hand stood palm down on the desk and the other twirling a pencil with ease. I hope she is not mad at me. I put my hand down close to hers and turned my head straight so she will do the same. She did. I was putting my fingers in the openings of my fingers softly. She turned her hand so her palm was facing up. I don't know why. I began to trace the lines of her palm with his fingers. If she only knew what she did to me. How I try to hate her but love amazes me. I saw Dana's cheeks begin to have color. Boy is it getting hot in here. Yes I am partners with Dana. That means he whole week with her. Seven whole days with the women who gives me a reason to live, to laugh, to hate, and why I am not getting any sleep. I think I am ready to tell her. She pushed my hand away. Nope I am not going to tell her yet. I put my palm on my right thigh, madly. Then the next thing I felt was Dana's hand grabbing mine and playing with it for a while until she just interlocked our fingers and settle on my leg. Maybe I am going to tell her.