Chapter 13

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"Oh my freaking god. What the fuck?"

Logan's eye opened with a start when he heard the voice. I must have fallen asleep, he thought. Judging by the light pouring in through the small window, it was definitely morning.

"Logan Reese, you are without a doubt the biggest asshole I've ever met!" came the voice again.

Logan looked to see where it was coming from. Uh-oh—Dana was standing in the doorway. (Looking hot as ever, Logan noted)

In one swift motion, he shoved Charlotte off of him and ran a hand through his golden-brown hair. "Dana, Dana, Dana," he cooed. "And what brings you to my room…alone?"

Dana rolled her eyes. "Give me a break! I was looking for Michael."

Logan's eye focused on her lips as she talked. Damn, she was FINE!

"Logan, are you even LISTENING to me?" Dana demanded.

Logan shook his head, his curls going everywhere. Somewhere in the back of Dana's mind a voice said, "He is hot!"

"Sure, I'm listening," he lied. "And I'm definitely seeing. How hot you are, that is."

Dana was taken about for a moment. Then she narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "What do you want, Logan?"

Logan walked to towards her. "You," he said in a low voice, smashing his mouth against hers.

At that moment, Charlotte woke up.

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When Zoey opened her eyes in the morning, the first thing she saw was four boys. All looking at her.

"Aahh!" screamed, startled.

"Shut up!" someone who sounded like Ryder scolded. Zoey's eyes came into focus, and she found that it was, indeed, Ryder. Along with Sean, Ty, and Jem.

"What are you guys doing here?" Zoey whispered loudly, in an effort not to awake Nate, who was still snoring on the floor.

"Um, this is Sean's room, too," Jem reminded her. "What are you doing here?"

Zoey blushed and stepped out of the bed, adjusting the denim mini she had fallen asleep in.

Ty grinned and shook his head. "Naughty girl," he joked.

Ryder laughed.

"Well, we'd better get to class," Sean said. "Coming, Zoey?"

"Totally," she smiled at him. With his light brown hair and face full of freckles, Sean was really, really cute.

The five carelessly walked out of the room, not even noticing that a girl with curly red hair and cat-eye glasses had been standing with her back to the wall right outside of Sean and Nate's dorm. She was holding what appeared to be a tape recorder, and into she whispered, "Zoey Brookes is a slut."

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Nicole was in Algebra class, taping her pencil against her desk impatiently. Oh, how she hated class! A girl named Rachel Adams crept into the room, ten minutes late, hoping that Mr. Edison was too busy scribbling math problems on the board to notice her. She was almost at her desk when he whipped around.

"Adams!" he barked.

"Yup?" a boy answered.

"Not Adam!" Mr. Edison scolded. "Adams! As in Rachel? As in LATE?"

Rachel didn't look embarrassed at all. "Sorry," she said in her matter-of-fact, prissy tone. "I was gathering material."

Mr. Edison did not look happy. He hated when students were late, and hated it even more when they had an excuse. "Material for WHAT?"

Rachel smiled slowly, her smile sending shivers up Nicole's spine. "The school newspaper."