A/n: Today I am sick, so I have a full day to write fanfics. But whether that affects the chapter length…

Chapter 3: Dana's POV 2.

Gym class. Since PCA went co-ed the whole prospect of gym has been thrown topsy turvy. Why can't we have gym AWAY from the boys? It's one thing to humiliate ourselves (Not me… I'm referring to Nicole… I rock at sports) but it's worse to humiliate ourselves infront of guys. Especially since we now have a gym uniform. The boys wear very loose tank tops and shorts. The girls have to wear loose T-shirts and just above knee-length skirts. (Although a certain Nicole Bristow had reduced her hemline severely)
"Today class, we will be learning martial arts." Yeah, we've been learning it for what: five weeks? Guess who my partner is. Yup… old furry faced jerk hair… wait a minute. No that's wrong. Furry haired jerk face, yeah that's him. I really, really hate to admit this… but today we're doing flipping, and I just know he'll win. He's really strong. And I'll be a… (Actually, I won't offend Crystal again) if he'll lay off me just because I'm a girl. He didn't get what was so wrong when he elbowed Zoey in the face and nearly broke her nose our first week here. He's got too much of a macho pride to throw a game for anyone. I strut up to him.

As a general rule I'm not like this. Sure I can be a little snooty sometimes, it's my obligation as a girl, but I don't think I'm better than everyone else. Around Logan, however, I have to be on top form. It's like a competition, I have to be better than him, I just have to!
"Ready to go down?" Logan asks. I raise one pencilled eyebrow coyly at the suggestion. "Ugh! I meant…" He blushes "Shut up."
"I said absolutely nothing." And that's right. I didn't say anything but I still managed to fluster him. Chalk one up for the girls. I glance around. Michael and Olly are having an argument on the mat, it appears that Olly flipped Michael before he was ready. Nicole is sat on the mat flirting with her partner, a funny looking guy… I think his name's Thomas… I don't know. Zoey has Chase pinned to the mat and she's sat on his chest laughing at him.
"What a wimp." Says Logan. I glare at him and look back. Now Zoey's being pinned by Chase. "Taking it in turns. He needs to learn, that in war, you take no prisoners."
"Really?" I smile coyly. That was an invite for mischief.

Like I said, I am a girl. And, I have certain obligations, as such. One of these is to take advantage of any situation that arises. I know Logan likes me… or at least likes to flirt with me. So I might as well play to that strength. I place my hand on his arm and step closer to him.
"Yeah," He smiles at me again. That smile, that he never uses generally. Why's he using it on me again?
"Then in which case." I whisper in a seductive tone stepping closer. "You're…" I twist his arm and flip him down to the mat so fast that he barely understands what's happened. I stand one foot on his chest, careful not to put any weight on it. "A prisoner." I grin at him. Why is he grinning so much? He's supposed to be furious. I should've known, when Logan has that look it means he's up to something.

I really should've known. Logan Reese does not take defeat well, so I should've known he'd play dirty. He uses his right hand to grab my ankle and pulls me down on top of him. He reverses the situation. I really think I've sprained my ankle. I try to sit up but suddenly realise that he has me completely pinned. I fall back to the mat with an 'oof'
"Who's holding who prisoner?" He asks. I don't like the proximity between us. There's barely a centimetre gap between my chest and his. I'm sure he's loving it though.
"That hurt." I complain. He smiles at me again. His face is merely millimetres away from my own… is he going to do what I think he's going to do? For a moment it looks as though he's going to kiss me and then… he climbs off of me.
"Don't take on more than you can handle then." He tells me. I sit up, my breathing incredibly shallow.
"I think you twisted my ankle." I say massaging my poor ankle.
"I barely touched you!" He protests angrily.
"You know your problem Logan?"
"No," He says exasperatedly. "I don't… but I'm sure you're just dying to tell me." He says it sarcastically before lying flat on the mat. The coach has left the room, leaving us free to do whatever we want. Chase and Zoey are the only ones still doing as they're supposed to. (They're only doing it so they can flirt…well, he's flirting, she's too naïve to flirt)
"You can't make up your mind." I say finally, twigging on. "You don't know whether you hate me or love me… and that scares you." I know I've finally got to him. "You don't want to love me because I'm a girl… and as such, your mortal enemy… but you find that you can't hate me because everytime you try, you fail, and you don't like failure." I smile and lay beside him. "Game, set and match Logan." He smirks at me.
"When you say 'love' you mean…"
"As friends."I quickly say. He drives me mad! That boy has a way of twisting my words. He has to make everything about him.

He rolls onto his stomach.
"Maybe you're right."
"Someone call the press! Logan Reese just admitted someone other than himself was right!" I say in pretend shock, whilst standing up. He scrambles to his feet.
"Hey! I'm being serious." Wow, that's a new one. He extends his hand. "Friends?"
"The last time you said you felt bad about the way you treated us you rigged our rooms with a webcam. I reckon you've probably got an electric shock buzzer on your hand." I know damn well his doesn't, but after 5 months (Wow, I've been at school a long time) of him pestering me I'm not about to just let him win. He holds up both hands, showing me his palms. He's smiling again. Bloody prat. I step a little closer to him, pretending to be fully inspecting his hands. I then grab his left hand and flip him.
"Ha!"
"You little." I grin evilly, stepping on his chest again.
"What, friends listen to friends. You said 'take no prisoners' so I don't." He smiles and shakes his head.
"Dana, I guess if we really are friends then, now's the time I should tell you…" I pause. What is he going to tell me? "Everytime you do that." He touches my ankle. i'm beginning to think the boy has a foot fettish"I can see up your skirt." I quickly jump back, turning scarlet. "Hey, I didn't say stop." He jokes. The bell rings and the girls head back to the changing room.

"You okay, you look a little flushed." Says Nicole.
"A little?" Jokes Zoey. "She looks like a sunburned tomato."
"If a tomato got sunburnt it would turn a very nasty shade of brown… not red." Says Quinn. I glare, why'd she have to be so smart anyway?
"The reason I look like a tomato is because Logan just looked up my skirt." I don't know why but remember those female obligations? They involve telling EVERYTHING that goes on in your life to your friends. Sure Zoey and Nicole get on my nerves sometimes but, heck they're my best friends here at PCA.
"So, you're wearing clean underwear right?" Says Nicole. I smile slightly. Typical Nicole.
"Ew," Says Zoey. "Logan?"
"Oh come off it Zo, like you and Chase weren't all over each other." I say slightly vexed at Zoey. Zoey looks confused. I pull myjeans on.
"Huh?"
"Everytime you leaned over he looked down your T-shirt." I say removing my gym T-shirt, and tightening my bra. Where's my shirt gone?
"Chase wouldn't do something like that!" Zoey said with a blush. I'm actually enjoying this. "He's my friend."
"He's a teenage boy. Of course he would. Stop being so naïve." Says Nicole. "Come on Zoey, it's really obvious that he fancies you." Nicole says lathering herself in spray deodorant. She knows I have asthma! She knows that sprays set me off! My chest suddenly feels very, very tight. So much for being my best friend!
"Oops!" Nicole says. Nevermind oops, I'm going to kill her… if I don't choke to death first. Zoey quickly grabs my shirt and bundles me into the corridor.

I screech at her. All the boys are staring, and I can blame them. I stood stock still in nothing on my top half but my bra! I turn my back and pull my shirt on.
"Zoey!" I cry asone of the boyswolf whistles. (Ten bucks on Logan, any takers?)
"I panicked!"
"Panicking is…" I breathe heavily. "My job."
"Well, sorry!" Zoey says looking annoyed. I look at her and she sees the look in my eyes. I know I must be crying because my eyes feel really hot and my cheeks suddenly feel very wet. As a general rule I don't cry, especially not infront of the stupid boys but I've just been publicly half naked infront of said stupid boys. "Aw Dana, don't…" She starts reaching to put her hand on my shoulder. I smack it out of the way and storm off. Logan follows me.

"Come to gloat?" I ask making sure all my buttons are properly done up. I sit on the balcony outside of the window. One false move and I'll fall three floors down. Hm, it doesn't seem such a bad idea at the moment.
"Nah, just never seen you cry before, wanted to see if you were okay." My breathing is still a little rugged but I left my inhaler in the changing rooms, along with all my stuff, and my dignity. I bite my lip. "Are you… okay?" PE was our last lesson, so it's 4 o clock now. Since it's January, the sun is already beginning to set.
"I'm fine." I say.
"I know." He tells me. I blush furiously. I didn't think I could turn any redder. "You already showed that to half of the boys." He stands behind me and I elbow him.
"Hey!" He complains. "I was complimenting you, cut me some slack." I let the wind brush my hair out of my face.
"If I fell from here, do you think I'd die?" I ask randomnly. Of course I'm not really contemplating suicide... I'm just an incredibly curious and morbid child. It stems from my big sister (Crystals mum) Who is like the goth of all goths. (Hahaha, all Crystal wanted for her fourth birthday was a barbie doll!)He looks over the edge and I can see him shudder slightly. Wow, would you believe the almighty Logan Reese is afraid of heights!
"I wouldn't let you fall." He says placing his arms around my waist. Okay I can turn redder, and am proving it. He lays his chin on my shoulder. We pause for what seems like forever, just staring half heartedly into the sun. I've decided I'm not talking to Zoey Brooks, or Nicole Bristow come to think of it!
"Coming inside? It's getting cold out." He whispers softly.
"Sure." I mumbled. He pulls me off the balcony. "I can climb on my own." I say bitterly. He smirks.
"Sure you can," He laughs sticking his hands in his pockets.
"I can!" I thump his shoulder.

He walks me back to my dorm. Since when was he such a gentlemen? Since he became my 'friend' he's showing a weird side. I don't like it. I think I'd prefer him yelling at me. But right now I need a friend.
"No throwing yourself off balconies okay?" He teases. I sigh.
"You spoil all the fun in life, Logan." I say. We're now at 101. He nods.
"Uh you… want to go in?" He recommends, I realise we've been standing around looking like lunatics for over a minute. Have we just been staring at each other this whole time? I nod feeling slightly dizzy, but I don't move. How does he do this to me? I'm strong, I'm confident, I don't bend and yet here I am completely broken. I'm turning into Nicole! Help! He says nothing, just leans across and places his hands on my shoulders. He's going to kiss me! I close my eyes expectantly. He pulls me to one side gruffly and opens the door.
"Zoey, look after her, I think she suffered brain damage from that asthma attack." He calls in, pushing me through the door. I blush stupidly, and hurry inside, slamming the door in his face.

A/n: This is longer than the last two but still pretty short. Dana came off a bit soppy here didn't she? Hm… Find out if really was going to kiss her… by clicking 'next' but fist… click 'review' please?