A/n: Season two has started. And I've been left in the dark. Season two has started. And I'm not quite off the mark.
I know it's a trap. I KNOW he's doing this to get back at Butterfly. I know I should have more sense... I know it but I don't want to believe it so for some reason I can't help myself.
"Yeah," I try to keep my voice casual."Sure."
"Cool, see you there." He says vaguely, standing up.
"Happy Birthday Logan." I mumble. He leaves without another word. It's his party and I made him leave. how guilty do I feel right now? On a scale of one to ten? A zillion eighty five.
What am I getting myself into? Logan is using me. He's always been a user. I bet he was born with it tattooed across his stupid forehead.
"What's the matter with you?" I ask Chase as he sits down beside me ten minutes later. He has a nasty bruise across his face. I think Logan might have just walloped him. It looks painful. Still my fault.
"I'm depressed because I don't have a girlfriend." He responds conversationally.
"Well I'M depressed because I HAVE a boyfriend."
"We can't win can we?" He asks with a sigh as he places his cold punch cup to his cheek.
"No." I say theatrically. "We can't... but there's nothing to stop us trying."
"My date with Butterfly went disastrously." he informs me.
"It did?" I ask. I love a good trauma story.
"Yeah sorta..." he blushes.
"Care to explain?" I need pain. I know I seem like a leech. But when you're down, meeting someone who's more down makes you feel happy about your own problems.
"We had a great time. It all went great... then at the end of the night I walked her home..."
"So..." I prompt.
"She said she liked me... And I said 'I like you too..."
"Remind me why this date was disastrous..." I demand. I wanted pain. This seems happy. This seems peppy. Where's the angst?
"Zoey." He sighs slowly. "I said 'I like you too... Zoey.'"
"Oh wow." There's the angst
There we have it. A subliminal act of the subconscious mind, determining a decision. If you got lost there, don't worry. I confuse myself too. Basically what I meant was:
"You're hot for Zoey!"
"I know!" He growls. "But I shouldn't be. I should've said... Butterfly."
"But you MEANT Zoey. You WANTED it to be Zoey."
"I know!" He complains. "Butterfly got really upset and slammed the door in my face." He sinks lower into his chair. "I was trying to straighten things out between us... but then Logan showed up and started yelling. And Butterfly got all... Ugh. I give up."
"Don't give up..." I rub his back. "Give up on Butterfly, sure,the girl's bad news. But hang in there... Zoey might just surprise you."
"She HAS a boyfriend..." Chase begins mumbling about 'girls never listening' as I leave. I ignore him.
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It's tomorrow. Well technically I suppose it's today. Either way despite the day, I'm all ready for the dance. I shocked myself. Normally I wear black. I suppose failing black I'd wear Purple or Red, or something else morbid. But no, I'm wearing a cream gown. It goes all the way to my ankles, hiding the most part of my golden sandals. I'm wearing my hair up in a high pony tail with ringlets. I am wearing light gold glitter make up. I look... almost pretty. Which is weird for me. my only issue with my outfit is it's far too low cut. You can see right down it... It originally had a shawl with it but I lost it, oh well a little cleavage never hurt anybody. I rang Logan and told him I'd be late. I didn't even start to get ready until after Zoey and Nicole had left.
I'm ready now. How come Zo and Nicole spend three hours getting ready and I take twenty minutes? Hopeless kids. I start down the stairs and enter the dance hall. The lights are lovely. I see Logan waiting alone by the punch bowl.
"Hey..." I say, surprising him. He turns to face me. His jaw drops. He's literally standing there with his mouth wide open. His eyes widen and he looks me up and down. His eyes graze every curve and in that split second he's forgotten all about her, I'll bet. "Eyes back in your head, tongue back in your mouth." I whisper
"Wow..." He says in slight awe.
"You like?" He nods, temporarily struck dumb.
I take a sip of his punch, careful not to ruin my lip gloss.
"You wanna dance?"
"Well... we are at a dance." I smile. Butterfly is history. Hahaha. He places his hands on my hips and holds me at arms length. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer. He wraps his arms right around me and I feel... I can't describe how I feel. The bad boy is at my beck and call. Wow.
"You look amazing." He says eventually.
"Thanks."
"No seriously, you're the prettiest girl here, easily." Double wow.
"Sweet." I say, still a little uncertain.
"Are those real?" He asks, his eyes breaking contact with my own and lowering slowly. I punch him playfully. "Just saying..." he laughs."You have an amazing body and you wear... what you wear? Why?"
"There's nothing wrong with that I wear." I huff.
"Nah, you look perfect whatever you wear." he whispers.
"Flattery gets you everywhere Logan." I flirt.
"Does it now?" He asks. He raises his hand and cups my face like he did the last time we danced. "Wanna make out?" He asks huskily.
"Maybe..." I smile. "Can you wait for it?"
"How long?" He asks curiously.
"Behave for the next hour." I order. "And I'll make out with you." It took a lot of guts to say that. I know it'll probably be some awkward 'means nothing' thing... but it's the only chance I'll ever get to suggest making out with him.
"No stomping on the feet?" He begs.
"No." I cross my heart, "I promise I won't." I catch his eye. In that split second nothing matters. I'm here, in his arms, under the disco ball, with the bright lights. The dance floor is full, but in my mindthere is only us. Only me and him. He knows he can't have it yet, but it doesn't stop him making his intentions clear. The hand that's cupping my face draws along my cheek softly. He trails his fingers down my jaw bone and across my lips sweetly. I kiss his finger tips lightly.
"LOOK I SAID I WAS SORRY!" A familar voice cries angrily.
"AND I SAID I DON'T CARE! LEAVE ME ALONE!" I look around. Butterfly and Chase are at odds. No. Not tonight. I wanted it to be perfect. He breaks away from me. I hold onto his wrist. I twirl him back.
"Don't..." I plead.
"YOU CAN HAVE YOUR STUPID GIRLFRIEND I DON'T CARE!" Butterfly screams. She's crying.
"I have to... I'll be right back." he promises. I narrow my eyebrows.
"Logan if you go to her now... I won't EVER speak to you again..." He pauses. "I... I mean it Logan I won't!" He leans down and kisses me chastely on the lips. It only lasts for a second but I want more.
"I'll be right back." he repeats. I close my eyes. I can't believe I'm doing this. I follow him.
"Chase, I told you to leave her alone." Logan growls menacingly.
"Logan you've hit him once, don't do it again." I order, placing my hand on his arm to try relax him.
"I didn't hit him." He says in confusion.
"But.. the bruise on his cheek." I say in an equal state of puzzlement.
"Butterfly did that." Chase admits shyly.
"And I'll do a lot worse if you don't keep away from my girl." Logan rolls up his sleeves.
"Your girl?" I demand. Butterfly looks as livid as I must.
"Logan!" She cries.
"Stay out of it." Logan says angrily.
"I'm trying to APOLOGISE ok..." Chase raises his hands palm first in defeat.
"Apologise for what?" Logan demands. He's boiling mad.
"Sh," I plead. I try to calm him but he's passed calming.
"We were gonna kiss then... he called me Zoey on our date." Butterfly says slightly annoyed. Zoey's eyes widen.
"He did what?" She asks in slight shock. Oh yeah. I collared Zoey on her mystery man that I had previously heard nothing about. Turns out... she had been talking about old bushy hair himself. Let me be the first to decree: CHASE IS A DOLT.
"It was an accident but everytime I try to apologise to her Logan attacks me!" Chase looks pretty mad.
"Yeah Logan! Just stay out!" Demanded Butterfly. "I don't like Chase anymore so there's no danger, stop treating me like I'm your property!"
"You are, and until the day you die you will be." I know he doesn't mean that. He's VERY mad. He's out of line. he's also out of luck.
"LOGAN!" I order. He suddenly seems to remember I'm here
"What?" He asks exasperatedly.
"Make up your mind." I whisper softly.
"What?" He's confused.
"Make up your mind!" I lose my temper. no more Miss nice girl. No more playing second string. "It's her or me! Let me know where I stand!" I order. He looks even more confused. "I can just about handle being your girlfriend... I can't handle beingyourgirlon the side." I will not cry...I will not cry. Logan just stares, half in shock, half in amazement.
"Dana," Whispers Butterfly. Even though her voice is soft I feel like she's taunting me.I've had enough. His silence has spoken more than words ever could. He's picked her. I run.
A/n: Please review? It's not over yet folks.