A/n: Well, not only am I posting chapters in twos, I'm having to write them in twos aswell… here is the gym chapter in Logan's POV, hopefully this won't be as soppy. (Stupid illness, turn my brain to smush will ya?)
Chapter 2: Logan's POV 2.
I am in gym. Gym the class rather than Jim the person, who is trying to pry Quinnsane Quinn away from her lap top. I like gym class, I rock at it… but then again I rock at everything! The reason I like it right now is because of the 'g' word. That's right, We get to do gym class with the girls! Even better, girls in T-shirts and skirts. (Score!) Some of us (Cough Chase Matthews Cough (I really have to sort that cough of mine out someday)) can't keep our eyes to ourselves. But heck, I'm not complaining. Remember when I said I never looked at Nicole Bristow? I lied. I'm looking at her now. What the hell has she done to that skirt of hers? She keeps flashing her bunny knickers (I wonder if she's noticed she's doing it; I'll have to tease her later about it, you; person with the horrible memory, remind me to do that later.)
"Today class, we will be learning martial arts." What a stupid thing to say! We've been studying martial arts for four weeks now (Or was it five?) What was it I nicknamed Dana… Inflammable? No, that's not right. Inferno. That's it. Anyway Inferno Cruz is my partner (We didn't get to choose, if we had I'd have picked a partner who could actually challenge me (Although, I don't think anyone could actually beat me) and not some lame girl) I'm always beating her. As a guy I have certain obligations: to never throw a match is one of them. On the first week of school this year I elbowed Zoey Brooks right in the nose, I think I could've broken it if I hadn't been busy trying to win. Inferno alert Inferno alert! She's strutting towards me. Who does she think she is? Me?
I don't like the way she does that. She swings her hips and causes all the boys to look at her. Now, I'm Logan Reese, and at the risk of sounding possessive, I'm not one to share. As a general rule she doesn't strut, I think she only does it around me! To be honest I think it's a cry for attention. She has an inferiority complex. She just has to be the most noticeable. She's crying out to be paid attention to, and I'm not complaining, she ever wants me to pay attention to her and she's got it.
"Ready to go down?" I ask. She raises her eyebrow and shoots me a suggestive look. The dirty little… "Ugh! I meant…" I realise I'm only digging my grave deeper. So I give her the ol' heave-ho. "Shut up."
"I said absolutely nothing." She quips. I suppose she's right. I watch her closely. She's looking around. I look around too. Michael (Or should I said Me-Kyle, Hahaha) and Olly are having some sort of argument. Nicole is sat cross legged on her mat talking to Thomas… no it's Timothy, yeah definitely timothy… I think…anyway, whoever he is he's staring up her skirt, but he's not being very subtle about it. The guy needs to learn to play it cool with the ladies! Nicole's too dense to notice anyway, and too peppy to care.
You know, I'm embarrassed to call Chase Matthews my friend! He's being pinned by Zoey Brooks. He's lying flat on his back and she's sat on his chest giggling like… like Nicole. (Gee, to say I don't like the girl, I sure mention her a lot)
"What a wimp." I comment. Dana gives me her murderous glare, the one she usually reserves for me… and Nicole when she's using her hairdryer. (There I go again. Mentioning Peppy-Giddy Nicole) I see Chase pin Zoey. Maybe I'm imagining it but his eyes fleetingly rove her body before meeting her own. "Taking it in turns. He needs to learn that in war, you take no prisoners." That's what my father always taught me, and as much as I hate to quote the old man, he's famous, so I might as well.
"Really?" Dana asks smiling wickedly. Her eyes glint with a mischief all her own.
Like I said, I am a guy. And, as a guy I have certain obligations. One of those is to flirt at every chance I get. And when the girls flirt with you, you flirt back. Dana places her hand on my arm lightly. She steps closer to me, decreasing the distance between us. I glance at her hand on my arm then back to her eyes.
"Yeah." I smile at her. Like I said I don't smile much, but when I do it's at her. She has that effect on me.
"Then in which case." She whispers, getting even closer. Her body is now flush against mine. "You're…" Ouch! What the hell! That devious little cow. She flipped me! I'm flat on my back. Her heel against my chest. I suddenly realise I'm taking a leaf out of Timothy's book. It's not my fault, I mean sure I'm not complaining, but I'm inadvertently looking up Dana's skirt. I grin slightly, knowing she is none the wiser.
"A prisoner." She grins maliciously. I should've known not to trust her. I should've known.
Logan Reese does not take defeat well. I will not lose to Dana Cruz (hey would you look at that, I'm a poet and I didn't even know that I was one… hold on a minute… that's not right is it?) It's not technically playing dirty if I'm saving her from flashing her panties… is it? I use my right hand to grab her ankle and pull her down on top of me. For a moment she is entirely stunned. I quickly reverse the situation, so she is laid beneath me. The idiot tries to sit up! She is quickly met with an impossible task and falls back to the mat with an 'oof'
"Who's holding who prisoner?" I ask her. Suddenly I'm very aware of the proximity between us. Her chest is practically touching mine, and everytime she breathes her body rubs against mine. I bet the little brat is doing it on purpose. She drives me crazy!
"That hurt." She complains. I smile at her again, suddenly captivated. Now like I said, it's not often I'm speechless, but when I am you can be sure it's her fault. For a split second I want to kiss her. Here, now in the middle of gym with everyone watching. I don't care. My face is only millimetres away from her own, I'm close enough to feel her shallow breathing on my face, when I suddenly snap to my senses. I climb off of her. Hopefully Dana didn't notice that little slip up.
"Don't take on more than you can handle then." I tell her. She sits up breathing oddly. I believe she's an asthmatic, but for some reason I don't think that's it.
"I think you twisted my ankle." He said removing her pump and massaging her ankle. That's ridiculous.
"I barely touched you!" What a wimp!
"You know your problem Logan?" She asks. After that 'little slip up' I'm angry. How could I allow myself to fall like that? She should be the one under my thumb. I'm Logan Reese! But evidently she has sight problems as well as breathing difficulties… she doesn't seem to know I'm Logan Reese.
"No," I say exasperatedly. "I don't… but I'm sure you're just dying to tell me." I lay down on the mat considering the coach has left us to our own devices. I look around to see Chase and Zoey are the only ones still flipping each other. I'm not imagining it. Chase is quite obviously looking down her shirt. Disturbed little pervert! Am I the only guy in this school who isn't a sick twisted pervert? Honestly!
"You can't make up your mind." Dana says, oh yeah! I forgot about her… "You don't know whether you hate me or love me… and that scares you." I look up at her in confusion. "You don't want to love me because I'm a girl…and as such your mortal enemy." Why do I not want to love her because she's a girl? Does she think I swing the other way?… (You know, bat for the other side?) "but you find that you can't hate me because everytime you try, you fail, and you don't like failure." She smiles cheekily and lay beside me on the mat. "Game, set and match Logan." I smirk realising that she inadvertently confessed a little something too much.
"When you say 'love' you mean…" I start. She quickly interrupts me saying.
"As friends." She drives me mad! She has this way of making you think you have her trapped and then POOF she's gone. She's completely out of your grasp, just wriggled away.
I roll onto my stomach. As much as I hate to admit it, the girl has a point.
"Maybe you're right." I tell her, now it's not often I say that.
"Someone call the press! Logan Reese just admitted someone other than himself was right!" She says in a sarcastic tone. She reaffixes her pump and stands up a little shakily, testing out her ankle.
"Hey!" I protest, standing up. "I'm being serious." Yup, that one's a first too. I stick out my 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." She states coldly. I didn't think she'd accept this right away… In the five months I've known her (Has she been at school that long already?) she's never looked at me like this. She's surveying me like a hawk surveys a rabbit before going in for the kill. I hold out my palms, showing her them. I smile at her, playfully. She steps a little closer to me. She really is going in for the kill. Then POW! I suddenly find myself staring at the ceiling again. The nerve! She just flipped me!
"Ha!" She says with her trademark wicked smile. I might've known.
"You little." She grins maniacally, stepping on my chest again. I smile at the view, knowing her reaction if she caught me looking.
"What," She says looking perfectly innocent. Dana is many things, but innocent she ain't. "Friends listen to friends. You said 'take no prisoners' so I don't." I smile and shake my head. After that heart-warming sentence I realise I'll have to inform her. As much as it pains me to do so.
"Dana," I say, struggling to breathe a little, considering. "I guess if we really are friends then, now's the time I should tell you…" I pause. She's either going to kill me for this or… yeah she'll kill me for it. "Everytime you do that," I run my hand along her ankle. "I can see up your skirt." She jumps back as though scalded, turning a shade of cranberry to rival… well… a cranberry (Like I said, I don't listen in English… but I doubt you people would remember that!). "Hey, I didn't say stop." I joke. I don't know whether or not she sees the funny side because the bell rings and she scarpers off to do whatever girls do in the changing rooms.
"Man, you okay? You're a little flushed." asks Chase.
"A little, the guy looks like he's spent 6 hours in the Sahara." Michael laughs.
"Shut up Michael." I snap at him. What an idiot.
"This 'sunburn' look, wouldn't happen to be because you were looking up Dana's skirt would it?" Chase asks knowingly. He's got that smug look on his dorky little face. I pull off my T-shirt and reach for my roll on. Since September I use roll on, considering Dana chokes at the slightest whiff of spray… sometimes I think she fakes it. Like I said it's that damned inferiority complex of hers. She craves attention.
"Yeah, you shut up too. That was an accident." I snap at him, pulling on my regular black shirt. I reach for my jeans.
"Wandering eyes." Laughs Chase.
"Oh yeah, well..." I pause for a moment thinking of comeback material "I saw you. Staring down Zoey's top at every available chance!"
"Wh… I…bu… that… I didn't mea…"
"Sure you didn't Matthews." That's why I hate Chase. Unlike any sane boy, he's afraid of his crush. I'm afraid of heights, but that's a rational fear (Blame my brother Francis!) but Zoey Brooks couldn't harm a fly's feelings, nevermind Chase's.
"Hey as long as they were wearing clean underwear, who cares?" Michael laughs.
"You don't think she noticed, do you?" Chase asks me nervously.
"Who Zoey, nah she's too naïve." Michael answers for me.
"Yeah, Zoey might not have noticed, but Dana did… and you know girls tell each other everything." With that I grab my bag and follow the other boys out of the changing rooms. We're always the first ones out. I don't know why girls take so long, I'm guessing they need to reapply their make up, compare notes and talk about the latest crush (I wonder how many times a day I'm mentioned in there… any takes on 100?)
There's a silence for a long time and then… we hear a choking noise and the girls door open. Zoey bundles Dana out. She's only wearing a bra on her top half. All the boys stare, how dare they stare at her! Dana suddenly screeches. She grabs her shirt off of Zoey and turns her back. I wolf whistle. Man I knew she was fit but… wow! That I hadn't been expecting!
"Zoey!" She wails.
"I panicked!" Zoey said, visibly flapped.
"Panicking is…" Dana is hyperventilating, I figure she is either utterly embarrassed or she's having an asthma attack. "My job."
"Well, sorry!" I know Zoey was only trying to help but sometimes it's better that Little Miss Perfect keeps her big nose out. I should've broken it when I had the chance.
"Chase…" I whisper. "I hate your girlfriend." I only say this because I notice Dana is crying. I've never seen her cry before. She looks absolutely hurt, her eyes are welling up and her tears are leaving mascara streaks down her face.
"Aw Dana, don't…" Starts Zoey. She reaches over to put her arm around her friend… but Dana is (Hate to break any moral rules you might have kiddies, close your ears if you don't wanna hear it.) a bitch. 100 percent. She smacks Zoey's hand away with a loud 'slap' noise of skin on skin. She runs off. It's one of those split second decisions. Do I let her ride it out alone, let her cool down and relax, or do I follow her in a vain attempt to comfort her. Since I am a caring, sexy, loving, sexy, affectionate, sexy, concerned, and overall sexy individual… I follow her.
I chase her right up to the balcony. She climbs up onto the railing and looks down.
"Come to gloat?" She asks, rebuttoning her shirt for decency. I swear the woman has eyes in the back of her head. She looks down.
"Nah," I say honestly. "Just never seen you cry before, wanted to see if you were okay." Her breathing is very awkward, and I'm worried that she'll faint. How high up are we anyway? There's no response from her. I watch her bite her lip. "Are you…okay?" Gym was our last lesson, and since it's January, the sun is setting. I stand behind her and look over her shoulder at the sun, it's beautiful. Not as such as the Inferno herself but hey…
"I'm fine." She says eventually. If only she knew how true that is.
"I know." I tell her earnestly. I watch her turn magenta. I didn't think it possible for her to turn a deeper shade of red, but she managed. "You already showed that to half of the boys." She elbows me quite hard. "Hey! I was complimenting you, cut me some slack." I watch the wind take long curls of her hair and blow it backward, it tickles my face lightly. At that moment she has never looked as sexy as she does now.
"If I fell from here, do you think I'd die?" She asks randomnly. I peer over the edge. Like I said I only have one fear in life… heights. It stems from my big brother Francis, he used to hang me by my ankles… then one day the jerk nearly dropped me over a bridge… Since then heights are not my thing. I gulp seeing the long drop below.
"I wouldn't let you fall." I promise, wrapping my arms around her waist and laying my chin on her shoulder. I breathe in deeply. She doesn't wear spray deodorant but she has a distinctive scent… slightly alluring. I know damn well the woman is toxic, but she's also addicting. (Noticed I'm calling her a woman now? Well… normally she's a girl but, after what I've seen today I'm not so sure) For a few moments we just stay like this, in our own little paradise. I suddenly feel her shiver. "Coming inside? It's getting cold out." I whisper in her ear.
"Sure." She mumbles vaguely. I tighten my grip around her waist and take a few steps backwards, successfully pulling her from the balcony. "I can climb on my own." She says bitterly. I smirk at her.
"Sure you can," I laugh, sticking my hands in the pockets of my jeans.
"I can!" She protests, punching my shoulder quite hard. The woman's stronger than she looks.
After the state she was in I decided, hey, it's not safe to let her walk home alone. I cross her to her dorm. I think I like being nice to Dana, I think I have a better chance of scoring this way. Plus, she needs a friend right now.
"No throwing yourself off balconies okay." I tease her. She sighs theatrically.
"You spoil all the fun in life, Logan." She says. We stop outside her door. I nod. We stand here for a moment completely dead to the world. Just staring at each other. Her eyes are hypnotising me. The woman is lethal!
"Uh you… want to go in?" I recommend momentarily tearing my eyes from hers. How does she do this to me? I'm Logan Reese. I'm head strong, confident, cocky, and so sure of myself. And with one look she can tear me into shreds. It's happening again. I have an overwhelming urge to kiss her. I lean across placing my hand on her shoulders. I lean in to kiss her. We're only milliseconds away from bliss and then, what does the idiot go and do? She closes her eyes! Her spell is broken and I am free. I gruffly pull her to one side and open the door to room 101.
"Zoey, look after her!" I call. "I think she suffered brain damage from that asthma attack." I push her inside. She slams the door in my face. I thump the wall in frustration. I don't know why but I couldn't bring myself to kiss her… why? She's amazing… and I think that's why I can't. UGH! She drives me mad!
A/n: Well… that's that over and done with. Now much watch EastEnders… Go review please.