A/n: Ugh! I'm absolutely hopeless. I start writing a chapter and realise it's in the wrong POV!
Iloveyourstory: It's true Dana is leaving, and Sam is the girl going to be bunking with Zoey and Nicole. Um… I can't remember the official URL for the proper site but I think there may be a link to it at http/maddythebunny.
Hope that cleared things, Ginger Lovell.
Chapter 11: I have succeeded in stealing her shoes!
I'm bored. I throw the tennis ball at the ceiling. I'm laid looking directly up. The result is that the ball pretty much hits me on the head. It hurts a little. I ignore this. I feel really stupid today. Which is not something I'm used to. I'm supposed to feel superior. Damn females. There's a sharp tap on the door.
"Hello?" I ask in confusion. Who'd be calling round? There's nobody here but me and the mood everyone's in with me at the moment… everyone seems to be blaming me for Dana… It's not my fault she's a total loony. Aforementioned loony chooses this moment to walk in, she giggles as the ball hits me on the head a couple more times. "Zoey's not here." I tell her. I really don't feel like talking to anyone right now, least of all her. "She's out with Chase." Hm, Chase is out with Dana's best friend, Michael's out with some chick… this suddenly feels a little too convenient.
"I know. I'm not here to see her." She walks across. I'm much higher than she is. I like this. Gives me a superior feeling. I'm the boss. Hahaha, take that Dana Cruz. She lays her chin on the foot of my bed.
For a few minutes there is this. Silence. Deathly silence. It's horrid. I try not to look at her. I won't melt to that witch. (What, I never said I could spell... and I'm only one letter off!)
"So," She says eventually. "What you said last night…"
"I told you to forget that." I growl briskly.
"I don't understand though…" Her voice is very soft and there's a trace of confusion that I know she loathes. "And you know, you're right." That's a new one. She doesn't admit I'm right very often. "I hate it when I'm wrong." She tells me. "I hate not being in control. So you're going to answer a few questions for me."
"Am I now? And why would I do that?" I ask a little icily.
"Because." She says with a smirk. "Just because." She doesn't need an excuse. She doesn't and she knows it. This I'm not happy about. I've managed to become this woman's doormat! Lord knows how and when she's managed to leap this boundary but by lord she's done it.
"Okay…" I sigh. "Shoot…" I realise I can't avoid it.
"If you like me…" I wince. I really shouldn't have told her that one, she's going to hold it over me for the rest of my life. I can just imagine me being forty five and her turning up at my wedding anniversary giving a speech about 'how hopelessly in love' I was with her. Hm, maybe I'll be dead by then? I certainly will be if this woman doesn't leave soon. "Then why?" She asks.
"Why what?" She always has to make things difficult for me. She never makes things easy.
"Why did you kiss Chloe?"
"Because… just because… look you wouldn't understand." I mutter. It's impossible for her to understand, coz I don't… and there is no way she's smarter than me. (No matter how much she likes to think it.)
"Yeah?" She asks. For a moment I think she's going to buy it. "Try me hot shot." She says crossing her arms and laying her head on her arms. "There's nothing I wouldn't believe right now." I frown. I know how ridiculous this is going to sound.
"I did it because I like you." Okay so that didn't make any sense. It did! But… only in my on mind. You guys want an explanation? Well screw you. I can't even explain it to her so you guys don't stand a hope in hell.
She laughs. And it's not her 'ha don't make me laugh' laugh either… wow. I smile at her.
"You haven't done that in a while." I comment. She blushes violently.
"And you haven't done that." She looks at my face. I realise she's talking about my smile. I quickly wipe it. I'm not letting her win that easily.
"You kissed Chloe… because you like me?" I can tell she thinks I'm joking. Unfortunately I'm deathly serious.
"I got so sick of you. You led me right on… and then you just dropped me off."
"Stop speaking in riddles." She orders. I know I'm leading her in circles. "You're just trying to confuse me."
"More than likely," I nod. "The amazing Dana Cruz actually gets confused sometimes, wow." I say in mock shock.
"The 'amazing Dana Cruz' also gets impatient. Now spill it Casanova."
"Okay…okay…" I can't avoid this for much longer. I avoid her eyes. I roll over onto my stomach, I'm still facing the opposite way to her. This unnerves her. She walks up to the head of my bed and lays her head so she's looking me in the eye. Ugh! "After I heard you say you didn't like me…"
"When did I say that?" She pauses, realising how ridiculous she must sound. "Okay uh, stupid question… when did I mean it?"
"Tuesday?" I suggest. "Can I continue?" I really just want to get this over with.
"No." Wow. That surprises me. "I've said it a thousand times… but I don't think I've ever meant it." She tells me.
"Well!" I say haughtily. "Now's a fine time to tell me."
"Don't go pinning this on me, Logan Reese." She says violently.
"What! This is your fault. Why did you say you didn't…" I start. She doesn't let me finish. Of course not. She's Dana Cruz. She always has to have the last say.
"When did I say that!"
"Tuesday! I went to your dorm! You said… 'No Dana you do not like Logan Reese'" I make my voice high and mimic her stupid voice, which is currently grating on my last nerve. Stupid woman! She drives me mad.
"What were you doing in my room without knocking!" She says in shock.
"I forgot to knock." I say dismissively. Not entirely true. I didn't see the need in knocking.
"Well… I wasn't dressed… you…you…you sick little pervert." She's evidently very flustered.
"You were leaning right over your balcony. I thought you were going to throw yourself off it!" I growl. That's not entirely true either. (God to say I like the girl I don't half tell a lot of little white lies) I'd been stunned at that time. But I kind of like my teeth where they are and I don't fancy them being knocked down my throat.
"Oh like you said yesterday: There are easier ways of doing it!" She's obviously upset. I look up.
"I didn't mean that." I mumble.
"You make me sick," She tells me honestly. "Logan." She says my name with a slight relish.
"You drive me mad," I inform her earnestly. "Dana." I drawl out her name. I look at her. Her eyes are downcast. She looks absolutely fed up.
"The feeling's mutual." She says bitterly.
For a few minutes there is this. Silence. Deathly silence. It's horrid. God I repeat myself so don't I. This time I break the silence.
"So…" She says in a sickly sweet voice. "You like me?"
"God are you blind? You and I must be the only people in the world not to see it." I laugh. Her face is inches from mine and it's almost unbearable.
"You didn't see it?" She asks me in confusion.
"I did… then I didn't. Then I did again. Now I'm all confused."
"Why did you kiss Chloe?"
"You hurt me Dana!" I tell her. "You're not supposed to!" I'm slightly angry as I vent all this, letting it off my chest "I'm the one who hurts people. I'm the nasty one..." I trail off and look down at my duvet. "And you hurt me. I wanted to hurt you. Really get to you. And I knew I couldn't." Her face softens.
"If you'd have listened a moment longer you would've heard my moral debate ended in an 'Oh yeah, by the way, I do like him.'" I nod, now feeling very stupid. I think fast.
"But I didn't stay because you took off your towel." She blushes furiously. She climbs up the ladder and sits at the end of my bed with her legs crossed.
"Okay then… I guess you're forgiven." She tells me. That confuses me. She's supposed to yell at me.
"And for kissing Chloe?" I dare to ask. "I mean I only did it because I like you." The logic in that sentence is fantastic. There's just none there.
"I haven't decided on a punishment for that yet." She tells me with a wicked smile. I smile and sit up.
"So… you DO like me, I knew it." I smirk.
"Oh yeah right I'm sure you did." She rolls her eyes and thumps me in my shoulder. For a moment there is… now I'm not going there again. I'm not going to repeat it… all you need know is that it was very quiet.
"Why do you have your shoes on in my bed?" I ask eventually. She smiles.
"Because, I don't trust you not to steal them." It's true. They're those horrid golden strappy things I hate so much. She unbuckles her shoes and throws them off of the bunk. I lay down. She lays besides me. We don't say anything. We don't need to. I've probably already told you she has this way of communicating with me without saying a word. I raise my hand and run it across her cheek softly.
"Don't push it." She warns.
"Why not?" I whisper.
"Because… you're still in my bad books." She tells me. I sigh.
"Should've expected that." I mumble. She bites her lip.
"You're gagging for it aren't you?" She giggles. Oh god! I've fallen for a giggler. Someone PLEASE shoot me now. 'it' obviously in this case means 'making out' not 'it' Dana's just not too bright you see.
"Shut up." I mumble in embarrassment. I'm absolutely transparent to her.
"Well… no sense in keeping you waiting." With that she places her lips against my own.
One word for you: Wow. Remember how I described Dana way back in like…. The footsie days? (Oh god, I think I'm becoming my parents) Inferno? That's what she's like. She consumes everything. She raises her hands to my neck and pulls me closer. She pushes her tongue against my bottom lip, demanding entrance. Nuh uh. There is no way she's going to be the dominant one. I force her back. She pulls back in confusion.
"I thought…" She starts looking slightly frightened. This makes me smile. I can still inject fear into her by the threat of turning her down… but I'd better not.
"You thought right Dana, relax." I take her shoulders and pull her to me. She's very confused. "Will you calm down?"
"What're you…" She asks in puzzlement.
"You're not allowed to be boss." I growl playfully. I push her down and kiss her softly. I think this shocks her. She didn't expect me to be gentle. She also didn't expect me to be dominant. She's used to being in control. Unknowingly I have unleashed a full scale war. It's like a battle. Each of us, fighting for the top spot, neither willing to let the other win. Her hand slides its way into my hair. I knew she couldn't resist me.
"You two look to be having a good time." Comments Zoey. Dana frees one hand and gives Zoey the finger.
"You want we should leave?" Chase asks playfully. I break away from her.
"Nah you're cool… for the moment." Kissing Dana is a bit mind blowing. I think I need a break. I sit up.
"So I'm assuming you two made friends?" Zoey asks. What a stupid question.
"Ha! With that jerk…" I am shocked. I look at her. She's smiling. I breathe a sigh of relief. If the woman was mad at me for something already, I'd be ready to throw her off of the top bunk. (Actually, I'll save that one until our first break up.)
"Yeah who'd want to be friends with that tease?" I lean across and place my arm around her. She looks disgusted but she's smiling. I don't know how she pulls off both looks, and still manages to look gorgeous. I kiss her softly. She blushes.
"You're a rubbish kisser." She tells me. Okay! That was way below the belt! "It's like this." She pounces on me and, just this once, I let her.
"You know… that looks like fun." Comments Zoey from below.
"Hands off Brooks." Dana warns with a growl. She's very protective of her territory. And who can blame her?She continues to kiss me. I'm trying to juggle her and watching the lovebirds below at the same time. I'm not succeeding. This is why you never let the woman be dominant. Give her an inch and she'll take a mile.
"Oh not with Logan, don't worry." She shoots Chase a glance. Chase looks frightened. He coughs nervously and goes and hides on his bed, avoiding Zoey. Zoey then surprises him by following. For a moment Dana and I freeze. I look her in the eye and raise my left eyebrow. She nods and lets me go. I lean over the edge. She copies. It must've looked incredibly amusing to Chase, two upside down heads (hers with her hair flying all over the place… her hair's too long. That's going to be the next thing to go.) but he was too busy enjoying his first kiss to really care. I smirk.
"You know Dana, that DOES look like fun."
"Yeah well, stuff you, I'm off for a shower." She says toppling herself over the edge of the bed with the grace of a gymnast.
"Mind if I join you?" There's no harm in trying. (Am I the only one with a sense of de ja vu here?)
"Don't push it Logan." She warns with a glance at Chase and Zoey. She smiles at me and leans across and kisses me in the corner of my mouth. What a bloody tease. Stupid woman. I lean across the door frame.
"You and me… dinner tomorrow night? That is assuming the 'amazing Dana Cruz' is eating again."
"You assume correctly." She says curtly. "See you tomorrow. And by the way, You're paying… and you're taking me to the beach afterwards." With that she leaves.
So… Dana Cruz thinks she's in charge does she? She thinks she's the boss in this relationship does she? I smirk to myself. What she doesn't know is that (At this point in time I look at the floor and smirk at what I see)… I have succeeded in stealing those annoying shoes of hers! Score….
A/n: Well…. We have Dana's views left and then finito. There won't be any sequels… at least… I don't think there will be.