A/n: Ugh! I hated writing the last chapter. It was down right evil. A little is explained in this chapter. Like WHY Logan was kissing that Chloe bitc… uh brat… and the mysterious doors.
Cody: You lost them back at the last chapter, nobody wants to read anymore
Get lost! Get to school or something!

Chapter 6: Logan's POV 3

After the whole worst nightmare sitch involving the boys, Dana can't walk around school on her own. The poor thing keeps getting hassled by jerks! (When she suddenly became helpless, I don't know.) Okay I ribbed her a little about it but I do it all in fun. Some of the guys are seriously into the idea that she's a common harlot and wants to bed them all! As if. Anywho, I offered to be her personal bodyguard. Basically it just gives me an excuse to hang around her a little bit more. She's being a bit nicer to me, even if she has started to call me hamster head… I take it as a 'pet' name. You get it? Oh get a sense of humour would you! Anyway, I've convinced her she needs help scaring off all these lads, even though the woman is a walking man repellent when she wants to be. Unfortunately Dana thinks that means we have to spend all our waking moments in the presence of the Scooby gang. (Chase, Zoey, Quinn, Michael, Nicole and uh… sometimes Dustin) I sit down and she sits besides me. Chase is on her other side. I see Dana turn red. I can tell she is still embarrassed about the incident two weeks ago. I don't know, sitting in the presence of three teenage boys who have seen her in her skivvies, it's bound to rattle her. To add insult to injury, all three of us have seen it more than once. Brad, Glenn and Jim have all started circulating pictures of it. Damn camera phones. Okay, hands up I'll confess I looked. (I'm 14… I can't help it.) But after I had a look, I came to my senses and I smashed Glenn's phone up and told him to get flipped. (Only, in more colourful language) I haven't got my hands on Brad or Jim yet… but lord help them if Dana ever found out. I don't THINK she knows. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned… and hell hath no fury like Dana in a bad mood. (yeah I know… you didn't understand any of that did you?)

"Hey, Dana!" Calls Brad. He's a friend of mine… well. Actually I wouldn't class him as a friend… more like a fellow-jerk. He's really getting on my nerves recently though. Keeps making really stupid comments. "Which suits me better… the black or the white?" He holds up two bras. From the gasp Zoey emits I'm guessing they might be hers. Shame on Zoey!
"Black!" Dana says. "It'll match your eye." She raises her first to him. Dana may be super-bitch but she's no match for Brad… he's 14. At 14 boys go through their growth spurt, I bet when Dana first came to this school she could've whooped half of the boys at PCA with her eyes closed (Me not included of course) I try to calm her down. I place my palm against her fist and enclose her hand in my own. She has really warm hands… how odd. I never pictured the ice queen to have warm hands. She looks like a china doll… ready to break. This makes me mad. Very mad.
"Just get lost," I warn Brad. I know I must look dangerous because of the way Quinn is looking at me. She's stopped with her fork half way to her mouth and is just staring at me. It's a little unnerving.
"Sticking up for your girlfriend Reese?" He teases. What a prat!

"Get lost, dipstick!" Dana says. I squeeze her hand lightly to calm her down. It doesn't seem to have any affect. There's no stopping an inferno in full swing. "He's not my boyfriend." I didn't ever think me and Dana (Dana and I?) would be ganging up on Brad. Since when did I go soft? Usually me and Brad (Brad and I? I really should listen to Mr Callahan) gang up on her.
"Yeah, never really picked you as a one man woman Dana," He smiles evilly. "How'd you like to come round my dorm tonight. Me and my room mates would love a show…" That's it! No more. I don't know when I became such a father figure but suddenly I feel like protecting her honour is the most important thing. I let go of her hand and stand up. I calmly walk up to him, trying to stop myself charging him. I can do some serious damage when I'm mad. I look him square in the eye and then… I lose it. I punch the guy hard enough to knock him to the floor.
"That," I tell him spitting at his feet. "Was out of line." I rub my knuckles. Brad climbs to his feet and runs away. Damn good job he does aswell! I would've kicked the crap out of him. Zoey gasped a minute ago. I sit back down as though nothing has happened, much to her surprise.
"Thanks but… I could've handled it." Dana mutters in thorough embarrassment. She's never been one to play the damsel in distress. That's her. She's strong. So much for china doll. The woman is unbreakable.
"I have no doubts about that," I tell her, trying to keep the sarcasm in my voice at notch 1 (Not a switch I use very often). "The guy was just seriously getting on my nerves." She nods at me.

"You are aware you'll get detention for a week for that?" Zoey says worriedly. I shrug. To be honest I couldn't give a damn. What's a little detention anyway?
"Shouldn't have implied Dana was a…" I'm cut off by Dana. She places her index finger to my lips softly.
"Shh," She whispers gently. "Eat." She takes a fry from my plate and puts it in place of her finger. Zoey and Chase are giving their 'I bloody knew it' looks. Man I hate those looks. They know nothing!
"Aww, Dana," I tease. "I didn't know you cared."
"Don't eat with your mouth open." She says in a strict motherly voice. I'm tempted to say 'yes mom' but… I'd better not do. Instead I come up with my typical witty banter.
"How am I supposed to get the food in then?" Of course it's only in play. She throws a grape at me. I smile and shake my head. I'm about to say 'you missed' just to really PO her when she says:
"I'm going to get a shower." She stands up.
"Need any help?" I ask raising my eyebrows in a suggestive manner. She hits me with her lunch tray. Of course that was to be expected, and she didn't hurt. She leans forward.
"You… have seen enough." The simple effect this has on me is unthinkable. I shudder in a good way. Feeling her breath against my ear is so tempting. She smiles and turns around strutting off. I find my eyes glued to her as she leaves. God I'm borderline stalker now! I think I need some sort of hypnotherapy… you know be entirely reprogrammed?

When I'm in my room, I think. Yeah… that's right, shock horror, Logan Reese thinks! Mainly I think about hot girls, most recently Dana Cruz. I think about her a lot. The way she walks in the 'I know you're talking about me but I couldn't give a damn' chin up sort of way. The way she's always up for a fight, no matter what's happened. When I punched that boy, I really did do it because he was getting on my nerves. I won't let anyone talk about her like that. Yeah 3 months ago I would've done the same. Called her a 'slut' and not cared how she felt… but suddenly I'm starting to feel differently. Maybe I'm growing up but girls don't seem the way they used to. I'm starting to realise they have thoughts and minds and feelings and all that mushy crap. I bet she thinks I did it just for her. Nuh uh. I did it for me too. To show that I can be caring and all that jazz. Nicole once told me in passing that Zoey thought I was sweet. Back then: no way. I would've laughed at her. But now… yeah maybe I can be sweet… it takes a while but hey, I'll learn. I think Zoey thinks I like her… sure I flirt with her, but I flirt with anything female. It's second nature. Zoey has enough bloody people after her anyway. Glenn and Chase can continue to fight over her. I don't want her.

The girl is driving me up the wall! (Uh… Dana not Zoey) I can't even have my alone time without her invading my thoughts. Does she have to be so sexy all the time? I can't take it any more! I've decided I'm going to go ask her to the Valentine's day dance. PCA's first official Val's day dance… well, it's the first time we've had girls at PCA… and just guys dancing to mushy romancy music under fluttering confetti hearts is enough to make anyone lose their lunch. I find my feet taking me to room 101. They know the way automatically. I think my feet have minds of their owns. On the ground that is. When I'm high up my legs turn to jelly and just stop working all together. One day I'll be on a cliff, and then they'll just buckle and I'll fall to my death. Francis'll laugh. Prat.

I open the door. It's unlocked. Dana's there on the balcony. She's only wearing a towel wrapped around her. For a moment I'm captivated. She's gorgeous. Her wet hair clinging to her face and back. The towel is the only thing to stop her being naked… and what is she doing? Dangling off the balcony! Half dressed and dangling over a balcony! What a dope! She's leaning right across, staring out into the ocean with glassy eyes. I wonder if she knows I'm here. The sun sparkles and glitters on the drops on her face. She looks like an angel.
"No!" I suddenly hear her speak. I get ready to make a break for it, then I realise she isn't talking to me. "Dana, you do NOT like Logan Reese." She steps into the room. What does she mean she doesn't like me? I'm standing there, gobsmacked. I'm feet away from her and she doesn't see me. I just heard her say she doesn't like me! I'm entitled to be shocked… I thought. She removes her towel. Oh my god… I tear my eyes away from her… Suddenly it feels wrong. Ten minutes ago this would've been amazing, me standing watching Dana get dressed without her noticing. Now suddenly it's gone. It hurts. She doesn't want me and… and it hurts. Looking at her seems sinful. I take one last glance before closing the door, me being on the opposite side.

(As fate would have had it, if Logan had stayed there just a moment longer he would've heard Dana sigh and say
"You know what Dana? You do like him. You do and you know it!" But he didn't stay. He couldn't stay)

I take a deep breath in and sit on my bed. I don't breathe out. This feels awful! Sure I've been rejected a few times but… why does it hurt? It shouldn't do… maybe I'm dying? (I breathe out now… because otherwise I really will be dying) I was going to ask her to the dance aswell… it may seem stupid but whenever I think of the word 'Dance' I think of Dana. I was her date to her last dance… and we almost kissed. Then she goes and stomps on my foot! I should've taken that as a warning sign. If a girl hurts you when you try to kiss her, she obviously doesn't like you! But back then I didn't like her! Ugh! I'm all confused now! How dare she make me feel confused! How dare she make me feel at all! I growl and hit the 'play' button on my stereo…well Chase's stereo… I can't reach mine. I can't concentrate. I think I might trip Dana up later… it'll make me feel better.

Well there's no way in hell I'm being the only guy wallflower at the valentine's day dance! I'm going to have to ask someone. Thing is… I don't know that many girls at PCA… I know Dana, but she's well out of the question, Nicole, like I said, she really bugs me, Zoey: nuh uh, Chase is too far in to back out now. And don't even THINK about mentioning the words 'Quinn' and 'dance' together! It's a little before lunch and I've decided I'm not going. I don't want to sit with the goof troop. (Yes, I am very aware my daily cartoon intake is far above normal). I grab my cell phone and dial Chloe's number. She's a cheerleader. Dana and I are on the basketball team here at PCA… I got Chloe's number before I became obsessed with Dana. Since then I haven't used it.
"Hey, Chloe?" I ask.
"Hiiiiii!" She chirrups. "May I ask who's speaking." Ugh! That accent makes me want to hang up and go solo to the dance.
"Logan Reese." She squeaks. "Uh yeah…" What a turn off. girls who squeak really bug me. She's like a blonde Nicole. "Do you uh… want to go to the dance with me this Friday?"
"Yes!" She cries into the phone. "Meet me behind the bike sheds in a half hour." I know damn well what she wants. She wants to make out with me. I know you're thinking… I think that about every girl, right? Well… this girl is crazy about me. She used to follow me around like a fan, and I can't blame her. But right now girls just aren't appealing to me. (yup that's right I seriously must have a terminal illness, you know the day I turn away girls… I'm dead)
"Sure." I sigh. I'm not happy about this! Not at all!

I go to lunch. Dana isn't there. Good. I'm glad aswell. The mood I'm in I'd end up hitting her. That's the last thing we need.
"Hey, what's up with you?" Chase asks.
"Women!" Zoey shoots me an angry look. I can't be bothered dealing with her right now.
"What's up?" Michael asks.
"Nothing…" I say with a sigh. I think everyone can tell I'm fed up because the usual alacrity of even Nicole is drowned out.
"You got a date for the dance?" Nicole asks me. "Because I think Dana was…"
"I have a date for the dance!" I snap at her. "I'm going with Chloe Carter."
"Oh…" Nicole says in slight puzzlement. "but I thought… you know… after the way you and Dana have been…"
"Yeah well! You thought wrong okay. I don't like Dana… infact some days I can't stand her." Nicole glares at me.
"Fine then, if you're going to be like that, I'm going to go blow dry my hair." She gets up and flounces off. I frown. Maybe I shouldn't have snapped. But what has it to do with Nicole anyway.
"Chloe Carter…" Chase says thoughtfully. "Isn't she that cheerleader?" I nod "Well, she's hot at any rate." There's a dull thud. "Ouch!" Chase says suddenly. "What was that for?" He rubs his foot and looks at Zoey.
"My foot slipped." She says simply. Like I believe her. I can't take these guys any more!

I get up and walk down to the bike sheds. I sit on a box and kick the dust. Usually the thought of getting my clothes muddy is enough to make me lose my temper, but I'm fed up. I can't believe I'm here! I want to run away. To hell with Chloe, I'm preoccupied. That little vixen Dana is still manipulating my thoughts. I feel really stupid. She's supposed to melt to my every whim, and I was there, putty in her hands! She lead me right up the garden path and after all that she's not interested. I feel like taking Bard's picture of her and posting them all over school, but no: That would be wrong. Very wrong.
"Hiiiii!" Says an annoying voice. It goes right through me.
"Hey!" I pretend I'm interested. If I pretend, maybe I can fool even myself. Sure I used to go for the brainless one time make-out girls but… I don't know! What's wrong with me! I am Logan Reese for god's sakes.
"I can't wait for Friday." She tells me with a smile.
"Yeah." I say with a sigh of disappointment. "Me neither." She steps to me and wraps her arms around my neck. Okay Logan… Okay Logan… you can do this! You know this. I take a deep breath, and I slowly place my hands on her waist. She steps so her body is flush with mine and then… she kisses me. This feels awful. This is wrong! She tastes like ashes. I'm kissing Chloe. But I don't like Chloe. I like Dana. I want to cry, I want to scream, I want to hurt Dana so badly! I feel like she just put my heart in the paper shredder. She couldn't hurt one tenth as much as I do right now! I want a distraction. I want something to happen, anything to scare Chloe off. I want lightning to strike me and kill me right this second. Suddenly I get my wish (The distraction part… not the lightning part) I think the heavens just opened up. I'm absolutely soaked. It takes me a second to register that it's coke. I break away from Chloe.
"That should cool you off, hot head." Dana snaps. I see her leave. She doesn't strut. She runs. She looks upset. Why is SHE upset! She has no call to be upset! I do! Ugh!

Chloe whimpers. She's soaked from head to toe.
"Who the hell was that?" I realise that I'll have to get out of going with Chloe. I'd rather be a wallflower.
"My girlfriend…" Okay, so this whole situation arose because Dana ISN'T my girlfriend. Oh the irony!
"GIRLFRIEND!" She splutters. She pulls her sopping wet hair out of her face. "WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM, LOGAN!"
"Yeah I know I…" She hits me. It feels good. May seem stupid but, just to know she hates me, makes me feel good.
"I'm second to nobody's lady." She growls and storm off. I smile to myself and rub my cheek. I just wish she'd have hit Dana instead.

I walk up to my room. I don't know why I'm so confused. I mean, it's not like we were dating or anything! I should be able to kiss whomever I so wish to. But… I can't. Why should I care about Dana anyway? She's bossy, she's loudmouthed, she thinks she's all that! The problem is… she IS all that.
"Why aren't you at dinner!" I snap at Chase. He rolls over to face me.
"I came up here to think."
"Yeah well, flake off. Think someplace else." (I should like to point out at this moment in time that I do not say 'flake off' but I'm censoring my thoughts for all the little kiddliwinkies reading my thoughts. How can you guys do that anyway?)
"Make me." Chase says eventually. Since when did he stand up to me? That I'm not used to. But recently nothing surprises me. I can't be bothered arguing, which is weird because usually when I'm in one of my trademark moods, I love a fight. I fling myself onto Michael's bed (Like I can be bothered climbing all the way to the top bunk)

"You okay?" He asks me. I think the bushy haired freak should keep his unusually large nose out of my business!
"Do I LOOK like I'm okay?" I snap at him.
"Fair point." I need a friend right now, so I suppose I shouldn't fall out with Chase. I've never gone as far as to call many my friends before, apart from Dana… and I was stupid to think I could be a friend to that sadistic little wanton.
"You want to talk about it?" What is it with that boy? He always wants to talk things over… I think he may have been born a girl. He always wants to talk about feelings and mushy crap. I once caught him and Michael doing one of those girly magazine quizzes (Your girlfriend borrows your lipgloss without asking, what do you do?)
"Not really."
"You sure?"
"The girl is such a… tease." I tell him eventually. I don't know why I'm confessing this.
"A what?" Chase laughs.
"She leads you on and then… drops you off a cliff." I do. I feel like I just looked over the edge of the Grand Canyon. My heart is in my stomach. A stomach I knew I had but… a heart? Stupid Dana.
"The girl's about as deep as a Frisbee, forget her."
"Deep as a Frisbee? The girls got so many levels she makes my head spin! She's too complex."
"Complex? Chloe! Ha!" Now that's a new one. I'm the one using sarcasm normally.
"Not Chloe you idiot!" I snap at him throwing the pillow at him. He throws it back at me saying.
"Who then?"

"Dana." I mumble. Her name tastes poison on my lips.
"If you like Dana why are you going with Chloe to the dance?"
"I'm NOT going with Chloe to the dance!" UGH! Chase really grates on my last good nerve sometimes.
"Then why did you…"
"Oh just forget it will you!" I give up! I absolutely give up!
"Do you like Dana?" Chase asks me bluntly.
"NO!" I growl. "I don't! I hate her guts and I wish I'd never laid eyes on her!" This is not true. Not at all. I give up. Completely. I want to curl up in a corner and die. But I won't… Not infront of Chase. Not over Dana. Not ever.

I am strong! I am confident! And without Dana I will become the womanising creep I once was… I will become chauvinistic and sexist and downright unbearable. But I don't want to. I am Logan Reese. I always get what I want... and I want Dana.

A/n: Poor misunderstood Logan.
Cody: deep as a Frisbee? Who gave you that idea.
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