Okay, guys, I won't be updating for a while after this chapter. I've got some books to read, so I'm off doing that and what not. So, er... Here's the ninth Chapter! Disclaimer: I don't own Zoey 101 (Though I really, really, really wish that I owned Sean Flynn)! I just own this story. That's it.


"Wow, someone's spazzing today," Logan said to the rest of the boys after Chase had ran off.

"Well, girls are pretty cool," Brad defended Chase, even though he hardly knew him. Michael bit his lip harder. He nearly yelped in pain.

"So, I think I deserve Zoey more, you know, because I'm so good looking," Logan said happily.

"Dude, you're sick! You are probably the luckiest guy in the world to be going out with Dana, and what do you do? You cheat on her? Well, here's the deal, Mister Big-shot, ZOEY DOESN'T LIKE YOU! She doesn't like you, either, Glenn, so just shut up! You two are pathetic! PATHETIC!" Michael shouted. Man, standing up for people you had a crush on was contagious. And it felt good, too. "If I ever, and I mean EVER, catch you cheating on Dana, don't think you'll get away with it! Dana will find out, whether I tell her, or Zoey will!" Michael ran up to his room. It was true that Michael had liked His 'friend' Ollie's sister, Farfalla, but he liked Dana now. No one could change that. Michael pet Elvis, and then picked him up. He walked out of his room, with Elvis in his arms. He was headed straight for Nicole, Dana, and Zoey's dorm. Once he arrived there, he knocked long, loud, and hard. Zoey opened the door, her expression happy at first, but then her eyes shifted to Elvis, and she gave of a completely different message.

"We're not taking him! We have a party tonight, and we just got the room clean, Michael!" Zoey shouted firmly, but not rudely.

"That's not what I came here about," Michael responded calmly to Zoey.

"Well, then why'd you bring him?" Zoey asked, feeling bad for yelling like that so suddenly.

"Can you help me give him a bath?" Michael asked coolly. He had, actually, come down there to let Elvis play with the girls for a while, but he didn't feel like making himself look like a complete idiot. Not today, anyways.

"A bath?" Zoey asked, her tone saying 'you've got to be kidding me.'

"Yeah. Chase is out, Logan's being a jerk, and You're really the only person who seems to be available," Michael sounded quite reasonable. He was good at improv, he told himself.

"Chase is right here," Zoey opened the door a little wider, showing Michael her guest.

"Oh." Michael was shocked. He didn't want that to happen. He needed to talk to Zoey, not Chase. Logan wasn't going to cheat on Dana with Chase, and that was why he needed to talk to Zoey. His face showed confusion. So much for being good at improv. All of a sudden, Chase picked up his phone and answered it.

"Hello?" Chase paused, and then when on, "What! How did I end up owing you that much? Right now?" Chase paused again. "Fine. I'll be there in five." Chase stood up and ran out the door. "I lost a bet. The Stingrays didn't do so well in basketball," Chase explained. "I have to show up with the money, or I might end up with a few broken bones. Gotta run!" Chase sprinted off. Michael watched him run questioningly, but went back to Zoey.

"Will you help me now?" Michael asked. Zoey nodded.

"Sure, but I only have a few hours. Let me get changed into some clothes that I wouldn't mind getting suds all over," Zoey told Michael. "Wait right here." Zoey closed the door, and a few minutes later, popped back out. She was wearing a PCA shirt that she had apparently 'introduced' to a pair of scissors. It was cut like a v-neck, and she wore some gray sweats to go with. Michael was surprised at how well Zoey looked in casual clothes. He quickly shook himself out of it and walked her into his dorm. After closing the door, Michael realized that he hadn't bothered to clean up the room, allowing Zoey to take a look at all of the guy's boxers, smelly sneakers, and other dirty clothes. She didn't make a big deal about it. Although she was looking at Chase's things a bit more than the other's. Michael then led her into their bathroom, where they had a rather large sink. It was just large enough for bathing Elvis, too.

"The guy that lived in this dorm before us 'pimped," Michael stopped momentarily to show his finger gestures (to make it look like a quote), "the bathroom and put in a huge sink. He washed his clothes in it. We wash Elvis in it."

"Nice," Zoey said, and then looked around. "Do you have any dog shampoo for him?"

"We had it for a few weeks, but after the DA smelled the dog, he came back in for a room check, and he almost caught us with the shampoo, and we decided it would be better if we just threw it out," Michael said, setting Elvis down in the sink.

"Then what do you use on him?" Zoey asked, her face showing concern.

"We use Logan's shampoo," Michael reached into a drawer and pulled it out to show Zoey. "His shampoo is extra extra sensitive, so that means that it's good for a dog, too. We couldn't use mine or Chase's, too risky." Zoey laughed a little and turned on the warm water, and put the plug on the drain, so the water started to fill up the large sink. After the water was up to Elvis's little knee caps, she switched it off, and Michael uncapped the shampoo. "So," Michael began, preparing to tell Zoey about Logan, "What's up?"

"Nothing really, I'm just excited for the party," Zoey answered, and Michael let out a sigh of relief. Usually it took most girls hours to answer that question. But then again, Zoey wasn't like most girls.

"Oh, cool. Say, did you hear about Logan?" Michael re-capped the shampoo bottle, and wetted Elvis with a cup that he filled with water and poured on the shivering little dog.

"What about him?" Zoey was surprised she hadn't. She was usually the first to hear gossip, being Nicole's best friend and all. She grabbed the shampoo bottle.

"Well, he likes Dana," Michael answered, scratching the poor, wet little Elvis on the head.

"Duh, I know that," Zoey said, uncapping the shampoo and squeezing it out on Elvis's back.

"Yeah, but he also likes you," Michael answered, taking the bottle from Zoey and recapping it. They began scrubbing.

"What? But he likes Dana!" Zoey was shocked. She thought that Logan had gotten over that phase.

"Yeah, but worst of all, is that he thinks he can get whoever he wants, and still keep what he has," Michael explained, scrubbing Elvis a little harder.

"So he wants to cheat on Dana with me?" Zoey predicted. She had a knack for that kind of thing.

"Yep," Michael answered, getting some of the shampoo on Elvis's ears.

"We've got to tell Dana," Zoey stated firmly. "She's gunna be so upset, too." Zoey stopped rubbing Elvis and reached for the cup.

"It's better that we tell her before he does it, or else she's going to murder you!" Michael stopped scrubbing as well.

"Yeah, but how?" Zoey asked. She began dousing the suds with water. Elvis was still shaking.


"Nicole's pretty hot, though," Brad spoke to the others.

"I don't see what you see in her," Glenn answered. It was just Brad, Glenn, and Logan. "She's super ditzy, and super boy crazy, too."

"She's hot, man! She's also really nice. That's hard to find in a girl these days," Brad was a bit angered at how Glenn had just bashed his crush. He'd always had a massive crush on her, or else he wouldn't have picked on her with the 'hello-bunny' underwear that was, indeed, his.

"Whatever, she'll never be as hot as Zoey," Glenn said very matter-of-factly.

"Guys, we don't need to argue about who's woman is finer," Logan said, using large hand gestures. "Because, chances are, if they've already met me, then they already have their eye on me," Logan reported snobbishly.

"Whatever," Brad said, standing up. "I gotta go get ready for that party." Brad walked off.

"Me too," Glenn stood up and hurried off, too. Logan sat up, looked at his watch, and ran off. He was way off his 'get ready to party and kiss Zoey' schedule.