A/n: Awww… I won't bother you people because I know you want to know what's going to happen with Dana. This chapter does contain the 'f' word. Just warning you little kiddie readers.

Chapter 8: Logan's POV 4

'And I'll miss your laugh your smile
I'll admit I'm wrong if you'd tell me
I'm so sick of fights I hate them
Let's start this again for real'
I can't actually be bothered reaching for the remote to shut this soppy love song up. It's Blink 182, and I like them as a general rule, I just can't deal with soppy mushy stuff right now. I fail in my attempts to reach the remote telekinetically. (For all you dimwits out there that really long word means 'with my mind' or 'without effort' I wish I were Telekinetic, solve a lot of my problems 'without effort')
'So here I am, I'm trying
So here I am, are you ready?
So here I am, I'm trying
So here I am, are you ready?' Okay screw this. I throw my brush at it. The radio goes careering off the desk. It smashes to pieces on the floor. Oh well, it's not mine.

Chase tries to talk to me but I ignore him. I don't want talk right now. I don't want silence either though. I just want to be left alone. But unfortunately, I dressed up so I might aswell go somewhere. Wow! I look amazing. I mean yeah, I know I'm gorgeous but I never knew this much. I model infront of the mirror. Chase laughs at me. Screw Chase. I'm wearing dark jeans and a white undershirt white an open green over shirt. I'm going to be the best looking wallflower in the whole damn hall. Hold on a minute. I've called myself a wallflower a few times now… but that can't be right. What do you call a male wallflower? What do you mean a wallflower? Shut up, you don't know anything! Stupid people.
"You plan on going back to basketball any time soon?" Chase asks. It's gone beyond ignorance now. I can't ignore him. It's like the 'low battery' beep on your cell phone. You can ignore it… and ignore it until suddenly 'BLEEEP BLEEEEP' It's dead. I can't keep ignoring Chase til he's dead now can I?
"I've had it with basketball."
"And disc golf? And surfing? And swimmi…" he ticks them all off on his fingers
"Look just shut up okay. If I don't want to go I don't want to go."
"yeah well… you want to keep that body of yours… you'd better start bulking up." Chase warns. What can I say? I'm a little depressed. I shouldn't be but I am. Women, eh. It's stupid but I feel I'm not giving 110 percent in sports anymore. It's dumb I know but… it's not something I control. I growl at Chase and walk out.
"Dude!" Cries Michael. "Who broke my radio?"

I hate cold air. It's bitter. It's icy. It wakes you up, which is the last thing I want. I mean, wouldn't we all rather live in a dream world, (where girls don't throw coke over you behind the bike sheds) than continue on in a harsh reality (Where girls do throw coke over you behind the bike sheds)? As I walk down to the dance hall. I sigh forlornly. Stupid Dana. (I wonder how many times I've thought 'stupid' today… it's gotta be my buzz word for the day) The lights are dimmed and are of all colours pink. What a lame girly colour to have at a dance… even if it is Valentine's day. Stupid holiday anyway! (There I go again) I see Glenn approach Dana.
"Hey," He says.
"Get lost." She says with a voice as cold as the weather.
"Why?" He asks. Then the prat goes and puts his filthy hands on Dana! He's touching her, that's too much. I head off.
"Because… I'm Dana Cruz. I don't appreciate spending my time with pillo…" I cut her off. It's taken me this long to cross the hall.
"He bothering you?" I ask. I crack my knuckles to let Glenn know just how dangerous I can be.
"No actually, he's not." She sneers at me. What is wrong with that girl! He's obviously pestering her!
"Yeah, so just get lost Logan." Glenn snaps at me. I know what he has on the agenda. And if Dana wants to let him… well…Dana places her index finger against Glenn's lips flirtatiously.
"Shh," She whispers. I growl menacingly.
"You watch your mouth Davis." I warn. Dana glares at me.
"Go away Logan." She tells me. I'm not happy, but she doesn't care. I give Dana a sad and awkward look before turning on my heel and stalking off towards Zoey and Chase.

"I'm really worried about her." Zoey says before I arrive. I stop, curious. I know I shouldn't easvesdrop but what the heck, they're talking as though through megaphones anyway!
"Have you called her on it?" Chase asks her.
"No but Nicole said… Look. I can't repeat what Nicole said. But Dana's in trouble." That's got me. Dana's in trouble? If she means with Glenn then I swear I'll pound his face in.
"Maybe she's sick." Suggests Chase.
"No… it's not that." Zoey says with a sigh.
"What is it then?" Chase asks softly.
"I think… I think she likes Logan." I snort into my punch, making a fine mess of my white undershirt. I clumsily button up my shirt.
"Well done, genius!" Laughs Chase. "Honestly Zo… you have to be the last one to realise that! And that includes Logan." Who's he calling dense?
"Yeah well," Zoey bit her lip. "Ever since he and Chloe… well… whatever, I think she's going to go overboard." Why should she? Zoey sighed and stirred her drink. I'm thoroughly confused now.
"What… you think she's depressed?" Chase asks in puzzlement.
"Well… yeah." Zoey admits. Oh that's rich. Dana depressed?
"What do you think she'll do?" He sounds serious.
"Knowing Dana… anything's possible." Zoey says. Oh god! She is being serious. Dana really is depressed. Aw damn, I suppose I'm going to have to be the poor sucker left to findingout why.

I stride across the dance floor to where Dana is sat, on the stage besides the DJ's. I think she's requesting, but she might be flirting, in that dress she's hard to resist. (Like I said, she's hot) I know she knows I'm standing here but she refuses to acknowledge me.
"Dana… we need to talk." I finally give in. I know that if I don't break this stalemate neither of us will because she's as stubborn as a mule.
"Get stuffed Reese." She says calmly. She crosses her legs causing her dress to ride up and show off a little more leg than I think she intended. I tear my eyes back up to her face with great difficulty (It takes a lot of willpower to do that, trust me.)
"Hey!" Who's she telling to get stuffed? I was being perfectly civil.
"Where's your girlfriend?" She asks bitterly.
"I don't HAVE a girlfriend." I say trying to keep my calm. I'm losing my temper and fast.
"Don't you dare lie to me!" She says hysterically. She kicks out at me. I don't think she actually intended to hurt me but knowing Dana, it's safer that I just move.
"Who's lying! Why do you care anyway!" I snap at her. The girl drives me mad!

"I'll tell you why I care Logan Reese!" She stands up suddenly and prods me in my chest quite sharply. "I care because…" She pauses. For a moment she fades and then suddenly she's back. "I care because…" she repeats. She sways dangerously on the spot.
"Are you okay?" I ask cautiously. I don't think she hears me. She closes her eyes and then collapses. I grab her to stop her hitting the floor. "Dana… stop screwing around." I say shaking her slightly. "Dana?" Who's she trying to fool. "Come on, Dana stop it!" This is the point that I realise she's not playing around with me. "Fuck!" I look around frantically. I catch Zoey's eyes and indicate to the unconscious Dana. Zoey rushes over.
"What happened?" She demands. Chase looks alarmed.
"She just… we were… then she…" Damn it even when the woman is unconscious she still manages to fluster me! Evil woman! Incredibly evil.
"I knew it…" Zoey says tearfully. "I knew it! I shouldn't have let her come here tonight!"
"What?" I ask in confusion.
"Dana hasn't been eating." She says. I look down at the girl in my arms. Why would she go and do something as stupid as starving herself? (there's my buzz word again)
"It's probably just a mild faint, she'll be right as rain in about an hour." Quinn says.

I don't know where the girl pops up from, but she's everywhere. But hey, she's the scientist so I decide to listen to her.
"So what do I do, just drag her around the dance floor for an hour?" I say sarcastically.
"I think we should take her to her dorm." Says Chase. He nods to show Nicole, Michael and Dustin that we're leaving. I carry Dana like a new-born baby with my right arm underneath her shoulder blades and my left arm beneath her knee joint. Her head flops hopelessly. Her hair covers her face. She'd like it like this. Hidden from the world. Just in case.
"So why exactly has she been attempting slow suicide?" I ask.
"She's not. She's not doing it on purpose." Nicole tells me. "It's her natural instinct, when she's upset she doesn't eat."
"When I'm upset…" Chase says. "I eat loads." He confesses. "After Zoey invited Dana and Nicole to the cine…" he pauses realising that Zoey's within earshot. Zoey turns scarlet. Normally I'd tease them but I have other things to worry about.

I kick open door 101 (which the girls rather stupidly left unlocked (and again)). I lay Dana down softly on the bed.
"She'll be okay right."
"Like I said…" Quinn said. "After an hour or so she'll…"
"I didn't mean that." I mutter. I sigh. There's no way I'm leaving. I lightly kiss her forehead before going over and sitting on Zoey's bed. I'm not leaving. No way no how.

A/n: Ta da. Now we know why Dana fainted. I can't stress enough that Dana's not not eating on purpose. It happens when some girls get down, so please no flames saying 'Dana wouldn't do that you idiot!'
Cody: Go to bed.
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