A/N: First Of All... I want to thank Elaina or Eléna, for helping me with the bad grammar. El, I Swear I couldn't do a good job without you. (I Don't know if i write it good?) So if you read this. Think of her!! (To Cheesy?) Second. Sorry for long Waiting. My computer crashed. Yada Yada Yada...

Oh For I Forgot! I Do Not Own Zoey 101. You know the rest...

Chapter 4: 7 Things I Hate About You

As soon as the bell rang, Logan got up as fast as possible. If he hurried,then he wouldn't have to sit near Quinn.

Quinn said goodbye to her friends, and walked towards the door. Logan stood there, staring at her. She couldn't believe that he was actually looking at her. How many guys were checking her out?

"Logan! We have science, with Miss Robertson, so walk, instead of staring at some girl!" she said, annoyed. He rolled his eyes. If she only knew..."Relax. It's just science," he said scratching his head. 'Stay out ofmy mind, Pensky.'

Immediately after, just as expected, she turns around. "Just science?"she asked. He could hear how angry she was. 'Damn, she's hot when she'sangry.' Logan thought.

Logan gave her a selfsatisfied smirk. "Obviously, otherwise I wouldn'thave said it," he said. He expected her to turn around and walk away. She didn't. Instead, she went up to him and grabbed his hand, pulling him towardsthe school.

"WALK!" she shouted.

"Why do you care?" he asked her, trying not to blush at the contact between them. It felt so good to walk with the smart girl of the school. She soon realized that she was walking with the one and only Logan Reese.

It was just like the time that they had dug out the chain of Charles L.Galloway. She had already been digging when he reached down to help, and their hands had touched. That was the first time that he had felt the spark. The spark returned when she had grabbed his hand this time. It was amazing! Her hands were so soft.

"We're going the wrong way," he lied, hoping they could hold hands alittle longer.

Quinn wasn't fooled. "No, we aren't," she said, as she stopped. She continued holding his hand. "This is no time for jokes," the browneyed genius continued, glaring at the browneyed sports jock. Time stopped for a second, and Quinn released his hand. Logan felt like a brick had been dropped into his stomach. He grabbed her hand again. "Come with me."

The way he said it made Quinn turn around. They forgot how close they had been standing. Their bodies touched, holding hands again, as music played that only they could hear. Logan started to move slowly.

"What are you doing?" Quinn asked, bewildered.

"Dancing with you," he replied. He immediately regretted saying that a moment later, for he had not been thinking. To his surprise, she moved with him.

Quinn didn't understand the way she was feeling. Her head insisted that she go to class, that Logan couldn't be trusted. Every part of her knew that. So why was she dancing with him? She was supposed to hate him, wasn't she?

'Run! Run away as fast as you can!' her mind screamed at her. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his waist. "Let's see if you can dance, jerk," she said playfully, her eyes lighting up. It was one of the things he liked about her.

"Try to follow me, then," he replied with a cocky smile. It was one ofthe things she liked about him—except she wasn't supposed to like him.

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Breathing heavily, they both stepped down from the stairs, laughing. Quinn couldn't believe that she was having fun with him. For once, he wasn't acting like a selfish jerk. Until...

He chased her up the stairs and lifted her up. "Put me down! You'll drop me!" she shrieked.

"'Dear 'hot' Logan,'" he began teasingly. She huffed in annoyance, but was curious as to what he would say. "'Your cuteness and charm will drive me crazy. Please put me down before I go insane. I admit that your goodlooks are so much better than my giant brain and genius attitude'," he finished. Quinn sighed again, but didn't punch him, no matter how much she wanted to. She was too afraid that he would drop her.

"Never!" she replied,grinning. Was he flirting with her?

"Okay, how about this? 'Screw Einstein'," Logan said. Quinn gulped. "It's one or the other, Quinn. Your choice," he told her.

She hated it when he did this. She couldn't do anything about his punishment. Then she got an idea."Fine. Take me upstairs," she said. The brunette smirked when he loosened his grip on her. He hadn't seen that coming.

"Logan, I'm Quinn,remember? You can't mess with me. So, you have three options. 1) You carry me upstairs. 2) You let me fall, but if I fall and die, you become a murderer, or 3) You can put me down, and I can go upstairs myself," she said.

She grinned, knowing she would win this.

'Pensky wants to be sneaky, huh? Fine, let the sneakiness begin.' Logan thought. He continued up the stairs. It was torture to do so with a girl hanging on his shoulder, but it was also very funny. She smacked him a couple of times, with no reaction. She had lost the game. He grinned at this knowledge.

People in the hallway looked at the two strangely as they passed. "Keep walking people, there is nothing to see here. Just a guy who thinks that women belong to men," Quinn said. His grin widened.

"Don't worry, Jane. I'm quite strong. I think I can manage to carry you," Logan said.

"I feel like Princess Fiona from Shrek."

"Yeah, and you look exactly like her. You know, the ogre part." Quinn was outraged and wanted to slap him. She missed her target, and hithis butt.

"Damn, I knew you were weird, but I didn't know you were kinky," Logan said, enjoying the torture.

"Pig! You knew I was going to slap you, so you did something that would make me hit your posterior!"

"I don't know what that means, but it sounds hot," Logan replied. Quinn huffed in aggravation. "I am done talking to you," she said.

"Good, because we're here," Logan said. He sighed when he saw that the door was closed.

"No!," she said.

Quinn hated Logan Reese for being a jerk. She hated him for embarrassingher in front of the whole school. She hated him, because she knew she waslate for class, and it was his fault. She never missed a class. She hatedhim for not even caring about missing class. She hated to have to see thesmirk on his face when the teacher came out the door, looking confused atLogan, who was still carrying Quinn. She hated him because he caused her tolose trust in someone.

Most of all, she hated him for making her feel like this was the best day ofher life.

A/N: Good? No? Let me know! And if you got ideas... I'll be here.

Next Chapter:

Being The One For Quinn Pensky.

x Rianne