Here is chapter 7, there isn't really much to say though. I'm having a really crappy day, and that is why I am writing this. So here you go.
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Chapter 7
Nobody's POV
Dana slowly awoke to an aroma of- "Are you making coffee?" Dana asked with a laugh. Logan turned around gave a quick smirk.
"It's good, have a problem with it?" Logan asked jokingly. He turned back around and continued to set up the coffee machine.
"As a matter of fact, I do," Dana replied laying her head back down on Logan's pillow.
"Hey, you're lying on my pillow!" Logan complained walking over to her.
"Have a problem with it?" Dana mocked.
"Ha, ha. You're so funny," Logan retorted sarcastically. He switched his attention back to the coffee.
"What time is it? We have to meet Mrs. Collins by the bus at 8 AM," Dana asked trying to find a clock around in the room. Logan looked down at his wrist.
"6:48 AM," he answered. "You should start to get ready. You know you have to get into the ski clothes and stuff?"
"I don't see you in any ski clothes," Dana said looking Logan up-and-down.
"That is because I am making the coffee," he laughed. Deciding to get ready Dana took a quick shower and got ready. "Ouch!" Logan yelled to himself. "This coffee burnt my hand!" Logan heard a laugh from the other room. "Shut up!" He yelled so Dana could hear. Logan took two mugs and poured coffee into each of them. Dana soon walked out with her red turtle neck sweater on and black ski-bibs over. She sat down across from Logan and quietly took a small sip from her coffee.
"This room is too hot, I am going to burn to crisps!" Dana complained pulling her turtle neck sweater away from her neck to get some air.
"That's why I was smart enough to wait and get all that stuff on. We still have 30 minutes left!" Logan said. Dana didn't reply, instead, she took another sip of her coffee. "Well, I am finished; I am going to change, later, like a smart person."
"Shut up," Dana bellowed ready to pour her hot coffee all over his head. Logan smirked and walked into the bathroom to change. That boy drives me mad! Dana thought to herself, and poured the rest of her coffee out. She was full, and ready to go, with 10 minutes to spare. She took out her I-pod while waiting for Logan to get ready. 'The Only Difference between Martyrdom and Suicide is Press Coverage' By: Panic! At the Disco, filled her ears as she started to sing along. But very quietly.
Sit tight, I'm 'gonna need you to keep time Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen
Come on just snap, snap, snap your fingers for me
Good, good now we're making some progress
Come on just tap, tap, tap your toes to the beat
And I believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well
Don't you see, I'm the narrator, and this is just the prologue?
Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention
I aim to be your eyes--, trophy boys, trophy wives--…
(I do NOT own this. This is a song by: Panic! At the disco.)
"Dana?" Logan asked coming out of the bathroom. Dana turned her I-pod on pause and looked at Logan. He had on a white under-armor turtle neck with black ski-bibs similar to Dana's. Dana put her black headband on and put her hair up in a messy bun. Logan stuck a black hat on.
"Ready?" Dana asked getting up from her seat, and setting her I-pod on the bed.
"Sure thing, shall we?" Logan stuck out his arm. Dana pushed it away and smiled.
"You're so corny, and yes." With that, they both walked out to meet Mrs. Collins by the bus.
"Well, I'm glad to see you two here, go ahead, and get loaded on the bus," Mrs. Collins greeted. "We will be renting our ski equipment there." Logan and Dana nodded and followed instructions by getting on the bus. Logan took a seat by the window.
"Ha, I get the seat by the window!" Logan bragged.
"I don't care!" Dana lied and sat back down with her arms folded across her stomach. Josh and Sam walked up the steps onto the bus, and Dana and Logan both scowled. Josh glared back, but Sam stayed calm.
"Well, I have been skiing before; lot's of times acually, so I really don't need these lessons. How about you? I mean, if you skied before, we may be able to just skip the lessons and enjoy the pleasures of skiing," Logan asked with a laugh.
Dana POV
I didn't want to lie, I mean, I haven't gone too many times. Enough to know how to ski, to stop, and to go. I will be fine, right?
"Sure, I have gone skiing, back in my hometown. We can skip the lessons," I answered. I know what you are thinking. She's crazy! Am I right? Well, I am. I didn't want Logan thinking I'm some wimp, and I did go skiing a couple times back in my hometown. I mean, come on… How hard can it possibly be?
"Good, we can ask Mrs. Collins, I'm sure she won't mind," Logan said. How can I possibly miss a chance like this? Skiing in Denver Colorado with Logan Reese, alone. I mentally slapped myself for thinking such a horribly, disgusting thing.
"Yeah," I replied. Oh, how I didn't realize what I was getting myself into. The bus slowly pulled into a parking lot. I gazed up at the slopes which were pure white and sparkled in the morning sun. Seeing the slopes, I realized that my hometown skiing place was nothing compared to this. Absolutely nothing.
"Pretty isn't it? Too bad it's going to be ruined by me flying down those slopes," Logan grinned.
"Uh, Logan-" I began before being cut off by Mrs. Collins.
"Please exit the bus in an orderly fashion," Mrs. Collins tried, but failed. Students were flocking the exit trying to get out of the hot and sticky bus. I was an inch away telling Logan that I wasn't that good, and that I probably needed the lessons.
"Come on!" Logan exclaimed and grabbed my hand leading me off the bus. My heart jumped from the touch of his hand. Mrs. Collins all led us to the ski-rental building. I, along with all the other students got all the equipment we needed and was off. The lessons were held over by the beginners section. "Let's go up there," Logan suggested.
"Wait, um… never mind. Okay," I replied. It didn't look too difficult until I got off the ski lift. It was steep with moguls everywhere. (A/N: Moguls are like, little bumps that you can jump off of while skiing. Not large at all, maybe 1 or 2 feet high.) I wasn't sure if I can handle it.
"You sure you can handle it? Since you are a girl and everything..." Logan teased. That's it. I don't care; I AM going to do this, just to prove Logan wrong.
"Yeah, you go first though," I said nervousness in my voice. And I guess it showed because Logan gave me a concerned look, and then headed down. I took a deep breath. Weakening knees, white knuckles, and shaking hands haunted me as my grip on my poles where tightening. Slowly pushing off I started to go down. Why in the hell am I doing this? How stupid can I get? I am like, risking my life. Just to prove Logan wrong. Well, not necessarily. I will make it. Logan turned around to look at me.
"You ok?" Logan asked stopping in the middle.
"Yeah!" I screamed back. Well, what was I supposed to say? 'No, I can't do this, and YOU were right?' Please, you have to be kidding me. I got down the first part; thank god the snow was just right. I stopped near Logan and looked down the rest of the way. I haven't even gotten to the worst part yet. Being about half way down, I closed my eyes for a second. There was no possible way to go back. I was stuck. The rest of the way down was steep and full of moguls.
"If you don't think you can do this, then we can take our skis off and walk down," Logan suggested, sounding truly concerned for me. I was NOT going to walk down the rest of the way, and look like an idiot!
"No, I'm fine. Just, just go," I answered. With that, he was off again and I slowly followed. Breathe in, and out. Go side-to-side. Slow yourself, I repeated to myself over and over again. Oh, shit. No way, there was literally a line across the slope full of people who have fallen, or who were stopped helping other people up. No way I could get through. There was only one open spot I could get through. I couldn't fall, and stop myself; there were too many people behind me. I would have gotten run over. What am I going to do? The only open part was three huge moguls in a row, and I couldn't go over them. Logan, ahead of me jumped off of them, and landed. There was no time to think, and my only choice was going over it. It seemed time had slowed, and my skis got caught on the second mogul. This caused my skis to pop off, and me to fly forward. I dropped my poles. The last thing I saw was Logan taking his skis off and rushing over to me before my face hit the snow and the icy snow scrapped it as I flipped a couple more times. Finally, I stopped. And I was lying there, motionless, felling as if my whole body were numb. Taking my jacket and putting it to my face, it felt so cold, yet numb. It was too cold, and in to much pain to bear, so I stuck it into my turtle neck trying to warm it up. When I took my face out I saw blood all over my shirt. (A/N: Wondering how I can describe this so well? That is because this happened to me. Oh my god, it hurt so badly! Just the skiing accident, not the rest.)
"Dana? DANA!" Logan screamed, I ignored him, because I could feel my wrist in un-bearable pain. Tears started to form in my eyes, and I completely forgot about Logan, and let the tears fall down. "Dana? Oh my god, Dana!" Logan yelled to me again. "This is all my fault!"
"No, it's not," I managed to get out in between short breathes and cries. "My wrist," I moaned.
"It's ok, stay calm," Logan comforted. He took his jacket and tried to wipe the blood off of my face. I had no idea how I looked at that moment. And I didn't want to see. Logan took out his cell phone and called someone, I don't know who, and I wasn't paying attention. My attention was focused on all my pain. I groaned as I realized how stupid I must look, in-front of Logan, and all the other skiers. "Hang in there Dana," Logan said holding my hand. I laid my head back down in the snow and Logan took off his glove and stroked my cold cheek with his warm hands. It seemed like forever, in a great amount of pain before the ski-patrol showed up with a stretcher. They slowly, but carefully lifted me onto the stretcher and Logan rode with us, down the rest of the hill.
"Now, can you tell me what hurts?" One of the people said while riding down with us.
"Everything," I growled angrily, but softened. "Mostly my wrist."
"Ah, well, we are working on getting you to a hospital. We contacted Mrs. Collins, and told her what happened, and where we are going, just stay calm," they said.
"Is Logan going with me?" I asked, hoping so, I didn't want to go all alone.
"Yeah, I'm going with you. You'll be okay," Logan said putting his hands through my hair.
"Uh, thanks," I replied looking into his eyes. He looked so caring, and concerned.
"We are here, we need to get you into the emergency room," one of the people said. They took me out of the ambulance on a stretcher and walked inside.
I hope you all like chapter 7. Probably one of my longest chapters. Thanks for all your reviews! And please review for this one! With the ski accident that happened to Dana, that all happened to me, except for the part about the stretcher and ambulance. But I had to add that in, because I have ideas…
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--Brittany (xxBritsterxx)
