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Logan furrowed his brows and looked at the two of them, thankful he could feel his legs again, "What?"
"Yeah! It's her you're covering for! Zoey would've wondered why we were wrapped around your legs begging 'please, please, please' because she didn't already know! But she already knows!"
Logan and Zoey exchanged a look, and laughed. "Chase, that's ridiculous! I did ask why you two were wrapped around his legs, didn't you hear me?" Zoey almost had tears coming out of her eyes; so did Logan.
Michael and Chase exchanged a look, "Okay, okay, you two…it wasn't that funny…"
"Yeah, it was…" Logan said, and continued laughing.
"Alright, alright…so it's not Zoey. But she must know something."
"Yeah! She has to know something…" Chase agreed.
Zoey and Logan just shook their heads. "I was just wondering what the English-Lit class homework was? I kind of got caught up in studying for my next class' test that I didn't write it down…"
Chase's face suddenly took on a darker complexion.
He had a feeling he knew what 'wondering what the homework was' meant.
Michael saw Chase's expression and laughed awkwardly to make sure the focus was on him; not Chase and grabbed Chase's arm, pulling him back into their dorm.
"Alright, well, we'll uh…see you two later!"
They disappeared inside of the dorm room and Logan heard Michael lock the door.
"Hey!" Logan banged on the door, "My key's in my bookbag!"
"You don't need it!" Michael hollered back.
"So's my homework…" Logan sing-songed.
Logan turned to Zoey and mouthed, "That was close."
Zoey nodded in understanding and motioned him to follow her.
Once they were a little ways down the hallway, Logan asked, "What were you doing anyway?"
"Well…checking up, I guess."
Logan chuckled, "What am I, sick or something? Zoey, listen to me, you're going to get us busted. Just stay away from me, okay? We have to treat each other like we usually do…"
Truth be told, those five words in the middle hurt…really, really bad. Zoey, stay away from him?
He didn't even want to think about that.
"What exactly is usual these days? Like I said, you've changed since dating Quinn…"
"Everybody tells me that."
"Well, it's true!" Zoey protested.
"Where are we going?" Logan asked, suddenly aware they were just nonchalantly walking and talking.
"I dunno, I guess back to my dorm since you're locked out of yours."
Logan almost laughed, "Oh, okay. Won't Quinn and Lola be there?"
Zoey checked her watch, "No, Quinn should be in class, and Lola…well, Lola is never in our dorm room anymore. She's always out scouring for a new boyfriend somewhere or another."
"Oh, really? Why aren't you with her?"
Zoey feigned hurt, "Are you implying that I need a boyfriend?"
Logan smirked, "Not at all."
"Then you think I'm desperate…"
"I never said that."
"Then what? Because we both know you're not just curious."
Logan shrugged, "I dunno, really, the question just came out."
Zoey nodded, but she still didn't believe him.
"You still don't believe me." Logan watched her nod.
Zoey looked at him, and smiled, "Would you believe you?"
Logan quirked an eyebrow at her, and shook his head, "I'm eighteen and chicks are still confusing."
"Hey! Females are not chicks. Those are baby chickens."
"Duh, I passed 7th grade science."
"You sure?"
"Well, I am a senior."
"I know. I still can't believe we're seniors. Where has the time gone?"
"I don't know either."
Zoey pulled her key off her neck and unlocked the door to her dorm.
"Well, I know one thing that hasn't changed." Logan half-smiled.
"That if I stop this habit now; I'll lose the key?"
"No, that you still have the habit in general."
When Logan walked into the girls' dorm, he realized he hadn't been in their room in a long time…they had changed all the furniture around, and without Nicole and Dana, it was…different. More mature, he dare say – since it was obvious Nicole had done almost all the decorating back then.
"Wow. I haven't been in here in a while…"
"Yeah, Logan, people do grow up."
"And just what are you implying?" Logan feigned hurt.
"I'm not implying anything." Zoey's eyes widened and she threw her hands up in innocence. "What's different about it?"
Logan shrugged, and looked at the pictures hanging up on the walls. There were some of Zoey and Dana, some of Zoey and Nicole…and a ton of Lola.
Logan sighed, "Well, I know who decorated this wall."
Zoey let out a short laugh, "That's who decorated about half the place now." When Logan turned around, he saw Zoey pointing to almost all of the other walls.
Logan laughed, but shook his head.
"So did you really need help with the homework, or was that just the best excuse that you could come up with?"
"Oh…I actually do need help with it. I hate English and Lit…"
"And yet, you speak it."
"Oh my god! The next time someone says that to me…!"
Logan was laughing as Zoey flung a pillow at his abdomen. After it hit him, he caught it and flung it back on the bed, taking a seat at the corner.
"Notuh. Jerks like you can sit on the computer chair." Zoey said and pointed to the chair.
"Hey! I'm not a jerk!"
"Oh, yes you are. 'And yet, you speak English…' Yeah, any of that ringing a bell?"
Logan's eyes widened.
Zoey rolled hers and sighed. "Seriously, get your mind out of the gutter and onto English. Oh, and get your butt off my bed and into the chair."
Smiling, Logan finally stood up and sat on the computer chair.
"Alright, where do you need to start?" he asked, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees.
Zoey pulled her book out of the bookbag, leaned up against the headboard, had her feet flat on the bed with her knees up, and rested the book on her upper legs.
They started a long and boring conversation about different types of poems.
Chase P.O.V.
"They were hiding something." Chase stated. He had been pacing since Michael had locked them inside of their room.
"I know, but dude, if you don't want Zoey to know, you have to keep your cool. You almost lost it."
"And what, Michael, huh?! Just let Logan swoop in and steal her away from me?"
"That's not gonna happen!"
"You don't know that!" Chase was yelling now.
"Yes, I do! Logan wouldn't do that! He may have at one point, but he's changed, and I can't believe that he would've ever done it!"
Chase suddenly took a deep breath, and lowered his eyes.
Meanwhile, Michael's eyes widened and a sense of shock came over him, "You never told Logan, did you? That's what you're afraid of. Logan's gonna ask out an 'off-limits' girl because he doesn't know she's off limits! Why didn't you tell him?!"
"I was afraid to! He would've made fun of me!"
"Logan makes fun of everyone!"
"I know this!"
"At least, he used to. Damn it, Chase! Why didn't you tell him?!"
"I told you that already!"
Michael's palm hit his forehead and worked its way down his face.
"So, what's your genius plan now?" Michael asked him, a little bit calmer now.
"I…I don't know."
"Well, who knows where they went…we locked him out of his own damn room."
"Yeah, who's genius plan was that?!"
Michael glared, "Well, if someone wasn't about to have a rage-filled protest of Zoey suddenly showing up and 'flirting' with Logan…"
"You saw it too!?"
"Damnit, Chase, will you stop?! You never told him, he doesn't know! How can he not do something he doesn't know he's not supposed to do?!"
"Say, what?!"
"Nevermind! We have to go find them…and tell Logan…" Michael said, already headed for the door.
Chase followed.