A/n: This chapter starts about midway through the last chapter. I'd like to thank all my reviewers, my dedicated and my not so dedicated. Coz you all rock.

Chapter 10: While I was sleeping.

Noise. Noise and lots of it. It rudely awakens me from my slumber. I turn around, confusedly opening my eyes. I'm surrounded by people. I've heard of waking up after a party with a strange boy… but not four of them. And three girls to boot. Now that's just creepy.
"God, how much did I drink?" I mumble. I sit up and raise my hand to my head. It hurts a little, trying to piece everything together. Oh yeah, I remember. I think I must've whited out. But I can't remember when.
"Nothing…" Quinn tells me. "Which is a good job too! Alcohol on an empty stomach can cause a rupture of…" I'm thinking it but Dustin is the one brave enough to say it.
"We don't care Quinn! Are you okay Dana?" He asks me.
"Dana you idiot!" That voice gets me. I look at him. He stands up. Logan Reese, well, I hardly expected him to croon at my bedside. But to yell at me? "What the hell do you think you're doing?" He demands.
"Ugh! Logan I really don't need this right no…" Maybe if I read the innocent act, he'll leave me alone, at least until morning.
"What the hell do you think you're playing at." I can see he's really mad. Either that or hurt… I settle on angry. "Are you trying to kill yourself? There are easier ways to bloody do it!" Ouch. That hurts. That really hurts. I don't think he means it…but it hurts.
"I think I might throw YOU off of Mystic Cliff instead." Zoey says. "Honestly! You two can't put aside your differences for two minutes!" She rants. "Logan, don't yell at her!" Ha! Take that pretty boy! "Dana, don't even try to fight. You know he has a point!" ME! I've not done anything! I only just woke up!

Logan pouts. He actually looks cute when he pouts. Well… as cute as a freakish two timing jerk can manage. He leans down and pulls his bag out from under Zoey's bed. He pulls something out and then comes towards me. He sits on the bed besides me. Why's he doing a stupid thing like that? It shocks me to say the least.
"You know what this is all about?" He asks. What a stupid question to ask! Of course I know what this is all about. It's about the fact he's a freakish two timing jerk. (Actually officially it's not classed as two timing because I didn't actually date the freak but…) "You keep trying to prove yourself to everyone."
"I have nothing to prove!" I say stubbornly. That's rubbish. I do have a point to prove. I have to prove to myself that I can carry on regardless.
"You keep trying to prove to everyone that you're so strong. Then you go and pull a stunt like this." His voice is soft and gentle and he speaks to me as though he's addressing a two year old. It's incredibly infuriating to say the least.
"Shut up." I don't want to let him know that he's stuck a nerve. "I'm stronger than I look! I can do anything I wa…"
"Then for god's sakes." He begs. "Eat something?" Why does he care anyway? He basically told me I should go kill myself, so whether I eat or not is none of his concern.
"I can eat I just don…"
"No excuses." He tells me. He breaks off a square of chocolate. He slowly places it to my lips. I know he's trying to lure me, but not in a good flirtatious way. He's trying to trick me. He runs it along my bottom lip, teasing me. "Prove it." I pause. Those are two words I cannot resist. Whether it be Logan Reese or The Queen of Sheeba, it always gets me.
"Oh for… you're all hopeless." I open my mouth and allow Logan to pop the chocolate in.

He holds his breath, as though wondering if I'll drop dead. I have half a mind not to eat it, to just go on chewing until he faints but insteadI roll my eyes and exaggerate the motion of chewing, just to show them. I open my mouth showing it in all its empty glory.
"All gone." I wasn't expecting applause. "Now get lost!" He hands me the rest of the chocolate. I push it back. "I've proven I can." I have. I've proven myself. What more does he want? "Now leave me alone."
"Dana?" he begs. "Please eat?" I'm not used to him begging. I think I like it. But…wait a minute! This is Logan Reese. The same idiot that's landed me in this mess.
"It's not the food I'm objecting to." I say upon realising this.
"I wouldn't be here if a certain someone hadn't collapsed on me!" He snaps.
"I wouldn't have collapsed if you hadn't have…" I pause. I realise I've said too much already. "Shut up."
"If I hadn't what? Go on enlighten me." He tells me sarcastically. "What the hell did I do to make you so 'depressed.'" He adds air quotes. "That you'd stop eating?" Who the hell is he making fun of! That furry-haired jerk face hamster head is making fun of me!

"Just get lost." I scold. "it's after eight o' clock. So unless you live here shove off!" I order. Nobody moves. I'm not used to being ignored. I don't like it. I huff and lie down, turning my backs on them all.
"You're afraid." He tells me. "You're afraid because you know I haven't done anything." THE NERVE OF THAT BOY. "But you wants me to have done something. Just so you can hate me. Because you know that you can't hate me. Because everytime you try, you fail miserably. And you hate failure." Wow, what do you know. The hobbit actually listens to me! Then saves it in his computer like memory to exact revenge upon me at a later date.
"You didn't do anything? Don't make me laugh!" I say.
"I didn't!" he snaps. I honestly believe that he believes he hasn't done anything. I turn half around.
"Oh yeah! I don't throw coke over boys for not doing anything! I'm not that heartless!" I'm not heartless at all. But he won't swallow that.
"Oh so this is about Chloe?" I know I've already said too much but he's really got me working the rage exercise.
"No this is about me!"
"It's always about you!" He tells me. "But if you never tell anyone what you want, you'll never get it!" Ugh! The nerve of him! How dare he dictate to me how I live my life.
"It's not always about me because if it were…"
"It IS always about you!" He growls. "You're the first thing in the morning when I wake up! You're the last thing on my mind before I go to sleep! Now tell me this isn't about you!" I'm now very, very confused. Logan can't…

"You like me?" I have to ask this. I know it's farfetched. He can't like me because he doesn't like people. If he liked Chloe maybe I wouldn't be so mad at him (I'd be mad at Chloe) but he's proven to me that he's incapable of loving anyone.
"Yeah." He tells me. He looks to be having a hard time saying it. "Yeah I do," he stands up and looks down. He towers above me. I realise I'm facing him when our eyes lock. "I'll admit that. And you know what? Forget it." With those immortal last words he leaves. He's really confused me now. I think while I was sleeping the whole world fell apart. I'll go out tomorrow and the birds will be swimming, the sky will be green and all hell will have broken loose. Just because Logan likes me/

"Logan likes me?" I ask in my state of confusion. Zoey groans.
"You couldn't SEE that?" She asks me in an over exasperated tone
"Oh shut up miss know it all!" I snap. "You don't know everything!"
"I never said I knew everything but Logan's thing for you was so obvious that even you could've…"
"Look! You're wrong okay!" I cry out. She can't be right. Neither can Logan. It's impossible. "Logan doesn't like me! And I don't like him! That's the way it is and it's the way it'll always be!"
"He just confess…" started Chase.
"NO!" I don't want to believe it. "If he liked me then why the hell would he kiss Chloe Carter? Why would he do that to me?" it's true. If he really did like me he wouldn't go off smooching randomnly would he? Answer me that one, eh lovebirds." I'm all confused. Zoey sighs.
"Come on guys, she's tired. I think you'd better go." She orders. She stands up and ushers Quinn, Michael, and Dustin from the room. Chase lingers.

"So uh…" He drops his voice. "She'll be okay right?"
"I'm still here you know!" I say angrily. They shouldn't talk about me like I'm not here. It's rude. Incredibly.
"She'll be fine." Ugh, so she continues.
"So uh…" He bites his lip nervously. "How long have you know that I…"
"Pretty much from the start," She says. He turns scarlet.
"The flagpole thing gave it away, huh?" he asks in embarrassment.
"A little." She says awkwardly staring at her shoes. She doesn't look too comfortable with it at all.
"So uh… what do you…"
"I don't know Chase, I really don't. I'm sorry but I've never seen you as… and now I'm all... " She shakes her head. Nicole blocks my view momentarily. I hit her with my pillow. She squeaks and clambers up onto the top bunk. "I don't know what to think." Chase sighs and nods.
"I guess I understand…" He mumbles. I don't know what's so interesting about Zoey's shoes but now they're both doing it. "Night." He turns to leave. Zoey catches his wrist. She tugs it slightly to gain his attention. He turns back to her.
"How can you understand… if I don't?" She leans up and kisses him softly. It's only in the corner of the mouth, and it only lasts a second. She pulls back. He raises his hand to his lips in confusion and awe. "Night Chase."
"Okay, now I don't understand." He laughs. "Girls are weird. Night Zo." He leaves, knowing that in my mood the 'girls are weird' comment could result in him leaving PCA in a body bag. Zoey blushes and smiles slightly, going to lie on her bed.

"Well, I'm glad someone's relationship is working." Okay, yeah . You guys have read so far, you should know by know that sarcasm is my neutral tone.
"Yours would too." She tells me softly, clapping off our bedroom light. Nicole sighs and mumbles 'finally'. "If you'd just talk to him about things."
"He's the one hiding things from me." I say. It's true. I don't even think I did anything wrong!
"Yeah, but if you don't collar him about it, you'll lose him." I suppose she has a point.
"I'm sorry…" I say eventually. Oh how it pains me to say it (Hey, I'd make a good actress… remind me about that later). "About how mean I've been acting."
"Tell you what…" She claps on. Nicole groans. I wince at the sudden light. "You eat the rest of that chocolate. And I'll forget all about it." I smile. I eat all but one of the squares and toss the last one at her. She grins.
"Yay." I'm glad me and Zoey are talking again. I'm glad I'm eating again. I'm not glad at the fact that tomorrow I'm going to have to talk to Logan. And I mean talk, not argue with. Love. Here are my views.

Love:

1) It stinks

2) It especially stink when it stops you from being able to concentrate when you have to see the boy everyday.

3) It especially especially stinks, when the boy is Logan Reese.

A/n: Well, that's that over with. Hopefully the next pair should be the last. I'm gonna miss it. But most of all I'll miss my reviews. Please people, cheer me up, and Review? Please?