A/n: I realised whilst writing my other fics that Logan and Dana are always sidestory. I thought I should do a little fic just about them. I might mention Chase and Zoey a couple of times but… just as sidestory.

What it is, basically is Dana's view in a chapter… then Logan's view of the same events

Chapter 1: Dana's POV 1

Logan Reese. What a jerk! The boy drives everyone mad here at PCA, especially me. He has this way of twisting everything around himself, escaping this weird little web that he weaves. He has a way of trapping everyone. God he's such a spider. We're all sat at the table, and by this time I've been staring. He notices I've been gawping like some common slut and smirks his stupid little smirk.
"Like what you see, Dana?" He asks.
"Just wondering how your head fit out your bedroom door this morning." I reply coolly. That's me. I'll never lose my cool, especially not to Logan… (One of the many things I'll never lose to Logan thank you very much!)

I really don't know why I'm so nasty to him, I guess it's the way I've been brought up. I've always had a quick wit and an acerbic tongue (That has, might I warn you, got me into trouble a fair few times this year). Anyway, he's nasty to me… but well… he's nasty to everyone. I do wonder why he's like that. Of course I'll never let on.
"Ouch." Said Logan with a fake wince. "You do hurt me so Dana." He held his hand to his heart and pretended to swoon, earning a snigger from Zoey and Chase, they're the only two who dare to laugh…the others know I'd clout them. If only if only… I'm not sure if I'm 'If only-ing' at the fact that I'd beat up my friends, or 'If Only-ing' at the fact Logan's clowning around about liking me. I suppose it's not an absurd idea, he is kind of cute…when he's not being sarcastic (So he's cute when he's sleeping and not much else)
"I can hurt you a lot worse." I counter quickly.
"Dude! You have like three seconds to make a come back, you can't go away and come back! That was like 12 seconds!" Logan tells me in shock. I kick him under the table. He gave a slight moan. There, that should shut him up for a little while. Or at least give me a little while to think.

Where was I before all this? Oh I don't remember! Logan has this way of manipulating my thoughts. I guess I can't blame Zoey for that little thing she had on him when they performed in that play. I guess the thought of kissing Logan would make me a bit dizzy too. Did I seriously jut say that? Oh god! What a prat! I hate Zoey… she had the perfect opportunity to ruin my little flare for the furry haired jerk face… and what does she do? She drops the stupid necklace! Ugh! (Ps: The term furry haired jerk face belongs to Zoey's kid brother Dustin Brooks, he's pretty cool for a little brother, although the comment about the 'furry haired jerk face' did earn him a wedgie from said furry haired jerk face.) I can't concentrate.

The reason why I can't concentrate is suddenly made apparent. I think aforementioned jerk is stealing my shoes! Okay that was a really stupid thing to say, but he's playing with my feet. I check to make sure it is him and it's not Chase Matthews mistaking me for Zoey. (Now that would be hilarious, just to see Zoey's face, wipe that stupid smile off her now wouldn't it?) He (Logan…not Chase) strokes his foot up my ankle and right up my leg, then back down. Good. Because if that little freak had gone any further up my leg I'd have… screamed 'RAPE' at the top of my lungs. Yeah, that would've embarrassed him. I get a smile on my face just thinking about the smug look on Logan's face being completely blanked out. I giggle slightly. Oh dear. I just giggled! I'm going to murder Nicole Bristow, I swear to god. Logan smirks.
"What're you so happy about?" Asks Nicole, said giggler. She's far too peppy for my liking, and very immature… I mean what 13 (Or is she fourteen now, dah I don't know her and Zoey never tell me anything) year old in her right mind still wears 'Hello Bunny' underwear? It takes me a moment to register that she's talking to me.
"What? Oh uh…"
"She's thinking about a little make out session with the champ, right Dana?" Logan asks me. Now if I were Nicole I'd probably scream and jump around like a lunatic. If I were Zoey I'd probably blush and come up with some flirtatious comment, and, if I were Quinn (Let us all thank the lord (Or whatever almighty being controls the universe) that I am not Quinn Pensky, super nerd.) I'd probably write it all down in a little black notebook and say 'interesting, interesting' whilst pushing my glasses further up the bridge of my nose. I'm not Nicole Bristow, I'm not Zoey Brooks and I most definitely am NOT Quinn Pensky. I am Dana Cruz.
"Yeah, call me if you find him." I smile, pleased with myself. His face is a picture. One of those 'Kodak moments' you hear about.

Logan is looking utterly vexed… and a little perplexed (Woah would you look at that, I'm a poet and I didn't even know it.) I can tell he's worried that his charm isn't working anymore. Now I'm not completely evil. I may be a teensy bit bossy from time to time (Just a teensy bit mind you) but I'm not evil. If Logan likes me then I might as well lead him on a little. Just a little. My ex boyfriend once called me a 'manipulative so and so' I guess in that respect me and Logan are similar. As a general rule we have a way of getting what we want and when we want it. I slowly slip off my sandal and wiggle my foot a little bit, brushing against his in a playful manner. No sooner has he noticed this then my shoe is back on and I'm pretending as though nothing has happened. He looks at me and I catch his eye. He smiles at me.
That's a new one. Of all the many things I've seen Logan do, nothing has ever surprised me… but I'll be a monkey's aunt if I've ever seen him smile before. (I really should stop calling little Crystal a monkey… as soon as she's old enough to understand she'll harbour the Cruz family resentment towards me). Sure I've seen him smirk, he always smirks, especially when he thinks he's got one over on the girls, but smiling is something Logan never does…or rarely at any rate.

Great now my Mac and Cheese is cold! Ugh! That boy is going to drive me round the twist. I stand up with my tray and pass by him. Maybe I'm imagining it… or maybe it really happened, but I could just swear someone patted my butt! I swear to god! I'm gonna castrate the little fu… I look back and he's busy talking to Michael. Hm, on second thought maybe I won't.

A/n: I am aware this is very short, but the next chapter is just as short. It's two POV's… so it may get a little confusing.