Disclamier: Same as Before in Chap 1.

Chapter 2: See Your Blood

Lola walked down the hall to the boys dorm. She was to get Logan so they could go to the movies already. Why the heck has he been in his room all the time for the two moths and a half? Her thougths were in rage at the moment. He was just more of an idiot now. He even was doing better in his classes with the 7 of them together than Quinn! And he seemed like he didn't even care! It was just...NUTS!

She made the turn as a new thought swarmed her mind. What if something had happened? Like, a family member died. When she had become an orphan under the care of her cruel, cruel uncle, she had been in despair for a month. Hollywood had been her only therapy. Being an actress was the only dream she could ever have to push out the pain her uncle gave her. What if, Logan's Dad had died? Or a relative?

She pushed the thought away as she rounded another corner, the last one. No, he wouldn't be like that when such a thing happened. He would just become more egotistical. But like she could care more. She just wished he would die. I mean, nobody really likes him I don't even know why Zoey has us hang out with him? I don't even know how he enrolled at this school, or even got to this grade! He should like, totally still be in preschool.

Instead of silently snickering at the joke, she felt a shot of pain. At her...heart? Why was she feeling like someone tore out her heart at the statement of Logan's true IQ number. It was weird. As if she had feelings for him. but that was no where near possible. She had ruled out such feelings along with the memory of her cruel uncle and all the beatings he gave her. No way could she ever love someone. Her own heart wouln't allow it. And niether would her guardian.

She stopped at the last door. Room 210. She brutely knocked on the door. Her weight lifting muscle arms almost knocked the door into toothpicks. "LOGAN! Get your fat, lazy, egotistical but out here so we can go to the freakin' movies!" She screamed through. Her rage had returned. But not for long.

A loud thud could be heard a few seconds after Lola stopped. Lola's rage powered down, being replaced with worry and fear. PCA dorms only had doors for the bathrooms and those didn't give off that big of sound waves.

Thoughts began to swarm, all of what could happen. All horrifing. She was lost in a world of tradegy. She had to see what was going on.

She tried the door handle. Her emotions raised as she found it was opened. She opened the door slowly. "Logan? I'm sorry for all I said. Are you in here? Logan?" She looked around slightly. Until she finally stopped.

She gasped as she closed the door. She fought every urge to scream at the tops of her lungs. Right before her was a boy in blood. Logan was in blood.