I was heading toward my dorm. It was after dinner and I didn't want to be hanging around those kids in the lounge.
"Hey, April," said a mocking voice. I spun around. It was Logan.
"What do you want?" I snapped at him. He smiled and crossed his arms.
"On your way to your dormitory?" asked Logan. He had a smirk on his face.
"What is that supposed to mean?" I shot.
"I knew you wouldn't want to hang around those other kids over there. Your too independent for that. Miss Independent," he said. I looked at him. Okay, that joke was way lame.
"What do you want?" I asked.
"You have a boyfriend?" he asked. I clenched my fist and held it in front of his face.
"You want soma this?" I asked dangerously. His expression changed from annoying to scared.
"Hey, it was just a simple question. Chill out!" said Logan, backing up. He disappeared into the student lounge.
I smiled my "job well done" smile and opened the door to my dorm. My room mate was standing in the door way. Ever since that little fight we had before, I tried to be nice to her.
"Um, excuse me. I need to get through," I said innocently. She glared at me.
"Stay away from Logan," she said. I stared at her with wide eyes.
"What do you mean?" I asked, my temper rising.
"If Logan gets serious about liking you, someone is going to pay," she said. I narrowed my eyes.
"Hey, girlie. One: You can't tell me what to do. Two: Logan DOES NOT like me and hopefully never will. Three: DON'T YOU EVER SPEAK TO ME THAT WAY AGAIN!" I roared. With each "reason", I took a step closer to Heather (her name), making her back up. She seemed to be at lose for words.
"Ugh," she turned on her heel and sat on her bed. I did the same. We spent the whole night glaring at each other from opposite sides of the room.
The next day I forgot to comb my hair. I usually make it perfectly straight, then mess it up. It achieves a very good hairstyle. But today it was just plain MESSY. Heather's hair was as straight as an iron fence.
When I was dressed in a green army shirt, black pants, and black hiking boots, I set off toward the café. I met Zoey there. She, Dana, and Nicole were looking at the notice board.
"Oh my gosh!" she yelled.
"What?" I asked.
"There is going to be the first annual dance at P.C.A!" shrieked Nicole. I raised my eyebrows. What was so special about a dance?
Nicole's brown eyes wandered to a guy sitting at a nearby table. I rolled my eyes.
"Great," I muttered. I got my breakfast and sat at table. To my displeasure, Zoey, Dana, and Nicole joined me.
"The dance is going to be so cool," said Zoey.
"Definitely," agreed Dana. I didn't say anything. I wasn't such a big fan of dances.
"I wonder who's gonna ask us," Nicole wondered aloud. I didn't know and I didn't care. One table away, I heard Chase, Michael, and Logan talking about the dance as well.
"We have to ask some girls to the dance. We'll look like a bunch of idiots," said Michael. Logan snorted.
"Well, I am going to get a girl. I don't know about you people, though," he said. Michael glared at him.
"I could a girl faster then you," he challenged. Logan grinned.
"Fine, then. I dare you to ask a girl to the dance by next week," said Logan. Michael looked worried.
"F - fine. I'll do it," he said. Logan looked smug.
