Chapter ten

(A/N: Yay, chapter ten! This chapter is like drama-hangover, with an extra dose of cat fights and lust…enjoy!)

Room 101 was silent.

Zoey and Nicole weren't speaking because they each believed that Ty was theirs. And Dana wouldn't talk to anyone because she was so upset with Charlotte for making out with Logan, and at Alyssa for going to Piers with him.

"What the hell does that skank want with MY Logan?" Dana muttered.

"What?" Zoey looked up from her Teen Zine.

"Nothing," Dana glared at her.

"Whatever," Zoey made a face. "I'm going to go visit Chase, okay?"

No answer.

"Fine," said Zoey. She gasped when Nicole gave her the finger, but then sighed with relief when she realized that her friend—oops, ex-friend—was holding up her index finger. At least Nicole was still……Nicole.

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Zoey knocked on door 36 (A/N: I wasn't sure if this was the boys' dorm number or not…tell me if I'm wrong!) tentatively. She hoped that Logan wasn't in there.

"Who is it?" came a girl's voice.

Zoey gulped. Who was that? "Uh—it's Zoey. Who is this?"

"Come in," the voice answered with a hint of boredom and annoyance. "It's open."

Zoey creaked open the door and found a blonde wearing tons of make up, pink soffes rolled over three times, and a black form-fitting tank top sitting on the bed, swinging her tanned-from-a-bottle legs back and forth. Alyssa.

"What are you doing here?" Alyssa snapped her gum.

"Visiting Chase," Zoey replied with just as much attitude, crossing her arms over her chest. "What are you doing here?"

Alyssa made a face. "Something important, not stupid like you."

"Well that what is?" Zoey asked.

"None of your business!" she exclaimed, getting up.

Zoey stuck her tongue out and pulled on the string of her purple-and-orange PCA sweatshirt.

"Oh, hey Zo," said Chase, stepping out of bathroom. "Oh, are you still here, Alyssa? I'm not sure if you want to hang here for an hour until Logan gets back. It might get kind of boring."

Zoey raised her eyebrows at Alyssa. "Oh, yeah. Real important."

Alyssa looked away. "See you guys," she muttered, walking out.

Chase closed the door behind her. "Zo—" he started.

"No," Zoey cut him off. "Chase, I just want to tell you something. Well, two things."

"And what's that?" Chase asked, curious.

Zoey sighed. It was hard for her to say what she was about to say. "Chase, Alyssa doesn't like you."

Chase looked down. "I know."

"You know?"

"Yeah, I kind of figured it out when she came here this morning and asked where Logan was," Chase said, trying to sound casual but unable to conceal the hurt in his voice.

"I'm so sorry," Zoey told him truthfully.

"Naw, don't be," Chase shrugged. "We had what we had and that's the end."

Zoey smiled weakly. "I had something else to say. I think—Chase, I think we should be friends. No relationship, no anger."

"You're right," Chase agreed. "Things have been tense since I made out with Alyssa. We definitely did better as just friends."

"Yeah," Zoey said, almost laughing with relief. "No break-ups, no first kisses, no worries about other people…"

"Worries about other people?" Chase asked. "Zoey, there were no other people in out relationship."

Zoey didn't answer.

The truth slowly dawned on Chase.

"Who was he?" Chase asked, though he really didn't want to know.

Zoey looked down and answered.

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Charlotte couldn't believe it. She had only been at PCA for a couple of days and already things were turned upside-down. She was pretty sure that Dana, Ty, Sean, Alyssa, Ryder, Zoey, and Nicole were all mad at her. Dana, Ty, and Sean were all mad because she made out with Logan. Dana thought that Logan was her boyfriend, Ty thought she was a slut for making out with Logan and then agreeing to go out with him, and Sean was angry because he didn't think she had the right to kiss someone else when she hadn't broken up with him. Alyssa was mad at her for kissing her date and going to dinner with Ryder, who she also believed belonged to her because they had made out a while back. Ryder was mad at her for having a boyfriend and still going to Piers with him, and Zoey and Nicole were both mad because Ty liked her.

Charlotte sighed. She had to make things right again. She made her way down the hall to Room 101 and knocked, biting her lip.

"Go away," came a hard voice. Dana.

"Please," Charlotte said. "I really need to come in."

"No," a different voice corrected her. "You need to leave us alone."

Charlotte listened as the first voice said, "Shut up, Nicole," and something hit the wall. "Don't throw stuffed animals at me!" the voice came again.

Charlotte resisted at urge to laugh and said, "I hope you locked your door, 'cause I'm coming in…"

Luckily, the door was open.

"Excuse me!" Dana exclaimed.

Charlotte rolled her eyes. "Look, bizotch, I know you have a problem with me and that's just too bad, because right now you're going to have to listen."

Dana crossed her arms. "I don't have to do anything."

"Fine," Charlotte answered, taking a deep breath. She couldn't believe she had almost tried to threaten Dana. "Then don't listen. I going to talk anyway. I didn't know you liked Logan when I kissed him. So sorry."

"Leave and take your sorry with you," Dana told her with a glare.

Charlotte stomped her foot. "You know what? I TRIED to be nice! Well now I'm done with that, since your obviously too much of BITCH to accept an apology. Oh yeah, and Logan? He must like me much more than he likes you if he kissed me. Twice! That's the reason you hate me, isn't it? Because he likes ME and not YOU? Well now I bet you hate me even more because your date was my ex! It's seems like I'm getting ALL your men, doesn't it, Dana?"

"GET OUT!" Dana screeched.

"GLADLY!" Charlotte screeched back..

Whoa.

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"Ty!" Chase exclaimed.

Zoey nodded numbly.

"I can't believe this!" Chase threw up his arms.

Zoey stayed silent. It was just like when she had dumped him, she felt ashamed and Chase was in shock and angry.

"But more than that," Chase sat down on his bed. "I cannot believe you, Zoey."

"Call me Zo," said Zoey meekly. She loved when he called her that.

"Zoey. Zo. Whatever. It doesn't matter, because the whole time we were dating you were in love with Ty!"

"Not true!" Zoey argued.

"Yeah?" Chase stood up and walked over to her. "And how can I believe anything you say? You said you wanted to break up so you could be single, but you really wanted to get with Ty. And then you guys made a date, but that didn't satisfy you. You had to get a date with PCA's studliest stud."

"What are you talking about?" Zoey asked, her voice cracking.

"I'm talking out you getting ice cream with NATE."

"Chase—" Zoey started.

"No, don't bother," Chase told her. "I don't need you. You're a liar, Zoey."

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Sean Elliot woke up to an empty room. His room mate, Nate Clinton, was nowhere in sight. Sean couldn't believe what had gone on last night. The girl of his dreams, Charlotte Tabloid, was a student at his new school, but she had a boyfriend. Well, about three, it seemed. Last night had been confusing, but he had gathered that:

1. Charlotte was on a date with some guy named Ryder.

2. Charlotte had made out with some guy named Logan, who was liked by the girl Sean was on a date with.

3. Charlotte was liked by a guy that two other girls liked, named Ty or something.

Sean sighed. Boy, did he have competition. Maybe it was time to check that competition out?

Sean's first victim was Ryder. He typed in the school website and logged in, and then clicked on Search. He didn't know Ryder's last name, so he just typed in his first.

Ryder: two results

The two results were Mr. Ryder Addison, whom Sean assumed was a teacher, and Ryder Parks. He clicked on the latter.

Ryder Parks

Status: Student

Grade: Eighth

Age: Fourteen

Gender: Male

Hair color: Dirty Blonde

Eye color: blue

Height: five foot eight

Extracurricular activities: Lacrosse, band

Room number: 45

Room mates: Jeremy Whistle, Tyler Martin

Room 45? Sean was in Room 47, it would be a quick walk. He didn't quite know what he was going to do when he got to Ryder's dorm, only that he wanted to make the guy pay for taking Charlotte on a date.

When Sean arrived at dorm 45 he knocked loudly. He heard voices inside, so he opened the door.

"I can't believe this!" Jem was saying to Ty. "How could Nicole like you and not me?"

"Hey, you can have her," Ty retorted.

"How could you just give her up!" Jem yelled back. "She's funny, pretty, and smart…well, maybe not that smart…anyway, I love her, man! And you stole her from me!"

"I DIDN'T STEAL HER FROM YOU!" Ty screamed.

"BUT YOU STOLE CHARLOTTE FROM ME!" Ryder yelled in return, getting into the fight.

No one noticed Sean until he said, "Hey guys—remember me?"

"Oh, yeah," said Ty. "You were with Dana last night, right?"

Sean nodded.

"Man, was she mad that Logan was with Alyssa or what?" Jem asked.

"Like I care," Sean said. "Dana's hot, but I have my eyes on another girl."

"And who's that?" Ryder asked, raising an eyebrow. He collapsed onto his bed and Sean took a seat on the blue beanbag chair.

"Oh, no one," he answered.

"Liar," Ty laughed, joining Ryder on the bed.

"Yeah, spill!" Jem demanded.

Sean realized that he could get so much out of the three boys. So he decided to milk the opportunity for all it was worth. "I will, but you guys have to first."

"Huh?" They all answered in unison.

"Who do YOU guys like?"

"Easy," Ty sighed. "Charlotte."

"Ditto," Ryder said.

"Yeah, but she only thinks of you as a friend," Ty told him.

"I like Nicole," said Jem hastily, not wanting another fight to break out. "No, scratch that. I love Nicole."

"Nicole is cute," Ryder observed. "Same with that Zoey girl."

"My roommate is crushing on Zoey," Sean said.

"Yeah? Who's your roommate?" Ty asked.

"Nate Clinton," answered Sean. "And I have to say, she is hot."

"I second that for sure," said Ryder.

"Hey, what do you guys think of Dana?" Ty asked. "I mean, she's feisty, but definitely not ugly, if you know what I'm saying…"

"Totally," Jem agreed. "But that girl's not my type."

"Is Dana the dark-haired girl with the big mouth?" Sean asked. "Yeah, I'd date that one for sure."

"Is that who you like?" asked Ryder.

Sean shook his head. "Nah, my sights are set a bit higher."

"Not Charlotte-Tabloid high, I hope," Ty frowned. "'Cause she's mine."

"Why don't you let her decide that for herself," Ryder fired. "After all, she made out with Logan Reese."

"Please, what girl hasn't made out with Logan Reese?" Ty rolled his eyes.

"Uh, Nicole," Jem said defensively.

"Well maybe we should let Charlotte decide for herself," Sean said slowly

"What?" Ryder and Ty said together.

"Let's ask her," answered Sean with a grin.

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Logan paced back and forth in his room. It hadn't been hard to get Chase and Michael out of there, Chase was upset about some fight with Zoey and Michael would take any excuse to brush up on his free throws, even if it was almost ten o'clock at night. Charlotte would be there any minute. He had called her phone and asked her to come over, and she had at first refused to come over, saying that the two of them together caused too much drama. But then Logan lied and said that he had something of hers to give her that she had left in his dorm. She had agreed, and was supposed to arrive…

Knock knock.

Now.

"It's open," Logan answered.

The door opened slowly and Charlotte stepped in. She had obviously been getting ready for bed, wearing a big white tee shirt and little black shorts.

"Logan," Charlotte took a step closer to him. "What did you need to give me?"

Logan took her hand. Charlotte looked as if she was about to draw back, but never did. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"Taking you to where I need to give it to you," he answered.

"Give what me to me?" Charlotte asked as he led her to his bed.

"You'll see," said Logan. "Sit down."

"But why—"

"Just do it," he commanded.

Charlotte was silent.

Logan's voice was low when he said, "Now here's what I had to give to you."

And he gave her a kiss.

This time, however, Charlotte refused to let him go on. She remembered the previous times when they had been on his bed and he had kissed her, and she had kissed him back. But not this time.

"What's wrong?" Logan asked, annoyed.

"Logan," Charlotte took a deep breath. "We can't keep doing this."

"Why not? We're fourteen!" he cried.

Charlotte looked down at the blue comforter. "It's not that. It's just…"

"Just what?"

"Oh, I can't do this now," Charlotte closed her eyes. "I'm so exhausted, I just want to go to sleep."

"Sleep over," Logan suggested.

"No, no way," she protested, but even so she slid down onto the bed and made herself comfortable.

"Here, take a pillow," Logan smirked. If she slept over there was no way she could refuse him in the morning.

"No, I'm not sleeping over," Charlotte muttered, starting to drift off.

Logan was sitting with his back propped up against the wall, and he lifted her torso and dragged it onto him, so that her head rested against his chest.

"You still awake," he asked.

Charlotte's eyes opened slowly, looked up at him, and then closed again. Logan looked down at the lovely girl with an expression of hunger on his face. He fingered the split ends of her ponytail, lost in thought.

Suddenly, the door burst open. There stood Sean, Ty, Ryder, and Jem.

"Hey, Logan have you seen Char—" Sean started, but he stopped short when he caught sight of his girlfriend sleeping with her head rested on Logan's chest.