Starbucks Is More Than A Building Chapter 2: Saying Sorry, a zoey 101 fanfic

Well, I am very pleased with all your reviews. Thank you all. Wow, I am very happy you all like this story. Thanks a bunch. This next chapter is actually what is going on. You will get what I mean when you read it.

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Dana's POV (once again)

Chapter 2

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I guess I have told you most about what is going on. Going on with my life at school, but you have no idea what is going on inside of me.

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"Three chocolate cappuccinos," Dakota ordered while fishing threw her Coach purse trying to find her money. She handed the money to the cashier and began drumming her fingers on the granite surface. "With whip cream," she finished and admired her nails. She wore her hair in long, loose curls that came down below her shoulders, about the length of mine. It did surprise me, she usually never does. I glanced over at the Starbucks sign that was placed above the exit. They do have a Starbucks in PCA now.

"Here you go, thanks," the cashier said. Dakota grabbed the three cups and gave Damien one, and then handed me one. "It's hot, be careful," the Cashier warned. I followed as Dakota lead us over to a table with four seats. Please do not tell me-

"Well hey there ladies," Logan strolled in and the glass door shut behind him. I sneered and Logan smirked.

"Hey Logan!" Damien said, and Dakota waved her hands in a greeting way. She just took a sip of her cappuccino.

"You invited him?" I asked, very annoyed.

"Of course!" Dakota piped up and began to stir her whip cream in.

"God Cruz, do you have some problem with me or something?" Logan asked, as if he was hurt. Hurt my ass, he hates me as much as I hate him.

"Of course not Reese, I mean, you are my favorite person in the whole wide world!" I answered sarcastically. I managed to make Damien and Dakota giggle.

"I love the way you two argue," Dakota said in her high-pitched exited voice.

"Really, why don't you two just get married and get it over with?" Damien asked.

"Right, I think I would rather kill myself first," I gagged. Why in the hell would they even joke about something so horrible?

"Give it up Cruz, you know you dream about me every night," Logan said.

"I did hear her mumble your name a couple times one night," Damien said, and looked at me for some conclusion.

"Yes, I was dreaming about him," I said, and Logan's smirk grew wider. "I dreamt I was suffocating him with a pillow, and after I murdered him, I buried his body out in front of PCA," I said, and mustered a laugh. Logan's smirk faded quickly.

"Oh, you're so hurtful," Logan said, and took a seat in between Dakota and Damien.

Dakota was reading a magazine, and finally spoke up. "Hey Logan, I have a question for you. It's like, an English question."

"Sure, it is from that magazine?" He asked.

"Maybe…" She said with a flirtatious smile. Logan tried to snatch the magazine from her in a flirting playful way and Dakota grabbed back. They started fighting over it and Dakota started to squeal. Damien grabbed the magazine from both of them.

"Get a room you two!" Damien said with a laugh and began talking again, "now go on with your question Dakota."

"Right. Okay, Logan..." She began, and then folded the magazine over in her lap so he would not cheat. "What does, 'masticate' mean?" She asked, and Damien started to giggle. I smirked. I knew the real meaning, but I knew how the word she said sounded, and had a feeling about what Logan was going to say.

"Isn't that like, jerking off?" Logan asked taking a drink of Damien's cappuccino. I started laughing.

"God Reese, is that all you think about?" I asked, trying to control my laughter. The girls started laughing hard to. Dakota had to hold on to her magazine to balance herself.

"Not really, Cruz. I have no need, because I actually get some!" He shot back. What a prick. Thank god for Dakota, she saved me.

"Logan, it means 'to chew'," she told him.

"What the hell? Can't they just say "Chewing?" He asked, a bit annoyed and took another drink from Damien's cup.

"Hey! That's mine, and I don't have much left! Get your disgusting lips off of it!" Damien said trying to retrieve the cup back from Logan. He wouldn't let her have it, and started drinking some more. Damien looked truly pissed, so I walked over to Logan, pulled on his hair and grabbed the cup out of his hands. I handed it to Damien, and she looked relived.

"Thank you Dana."

"Cruz! What the fuck! I was having some fun, and you go and ruin it?" He yelled.

"Your idea of fun, and other people's ideas of fun are completely different," I said, and took another drink from my drink.

"Can you say P-" he started, before I cut in.

"Do not even finish that sentence of yours!" I said, and threw my empty cup at him.

"CRUZ! I swear to god!" Logan yelled, and picked up the cup off from the ground. I wasn't afraid.

"What's an empty cup going to do to me?" I asked with a smile.

"I don't know, why don't you tell me? You are the one who threw it at me?" Logan said.

"Oh," I said. Holding my 'Oh' for a long time, to exaggerate it. "So we are going to play the 'she did it first' game? Like little kids?" I asked. Damien snickered, I don't think Dakota was paying attention. None of this was new. We did it all the time. Dakota dug into her purse and pulled her nail filer out. She began to do her nails.

"You know what Cruz?" He asked, temper rising.

"Yes Reese?" I asked. I knew he was going to call me a bitch, or say something mean. It always ends like that.

"I am not even going to say it," He said. Oh, he WILL say it. If I have to beat it out of him. Because I will not wonder the rest of my life wondering.

"Say it," I demanded.

"You are a bitch!" He yelled. It was nothing I didn't expect. "You are lucky Damien and Dakota even give a shit about you, because if not, you would have no friends, and your life would be a living hell. If I were you, I would be kissing their feet right now for saving your sorry ass!" He yelled, and threw the empty cup down at the table. He slumped back down and looked furious.

"LOGAN!" Damien yelled. "Why would you say something like that? That is so mean Logan!"

"Logan, I usually laugh at you two in your arguments because I thought you would have made such a cute couple, but Logan, that was way over the line." Dakota said, while putting her nail thing away. I felt my insides ripping. Not the fact he said that, but the fact he was right. I got up, and shoved the chair back into the table. I grabbed my purse and walked as quickly as I could out of the door. I didn't want it to look like I was running, because that is what Logan wanted.

"Logan, Dakota is right. That was WAY over the line!" Damien said while grabbing onto Dakota and rushing away. I have no idea what else happened, because I rushed out of there as fast as I could. After I got out of sight from the three of them, I ran up to our dorm. A couple girls gave me concerning eyes, and I soon caught sight of Zoey. A single tear slid down my cheek, and she shook her head, and looked away. I started to run again. I slammed my dorm door behind me, and locked it. I took out my Hawthorne Heights CD, put it into our (Damien, Dakota and I bought a very awesome surround sound CD player, and radio) CD player. The first song came on, and I sat down on my bed. I wiped my eyes, and rubbed my hands on my dark faded jeans. What have I done? I have completely screwed up my life. I need someone to cling to, and there is no one here. Dakota and Damien are too… careless, while Zoey and Nicole, and the rest of them hate me. Logan hates me. The only people I can cling to are Dakota and Damien, and like I said before, they are careless.

Knock.

The last thing I wanted to hear was someone knocking at the door. "What?" I yelled. And it was obvious by my voice, I was upset.

"Can I come in?" The person asked. It sounded like Logan.

"Who is it?" I asked. Making sure before I went completely off on some random person.

"I think you know who it is," he said. And I did, it was Logan. The song was still blaring threw the speakers, and I turned it down a tad. I opened the door, and my eyeliner was smeared under my left eye.

"What?" I asked. I am saving my breath.

"Can I come in?" He asked me. The nerve of that fool.

"No, why?" I said, while leaning against the door.

"Please," he begged. I didn't say anything. I opened the door wider, and walked in, signaling him to follow.

"Why are you here? I am sorry, Damien and Dakota are gone," I said, since the only reason he does come here is for them.

"Hmm, you listen to Hawthorne Heights?" He asked.

"Look, stop trying to make small talk, and isn't it obvious that if it is playing threw the speakers right now, that I listen to them?" I asked, and answered. He looked towards the CD player, and picked up my Hawthorne Heights CD case. "Why are you here?" I asked again.

Silence.

He said nothing, but walked towards my Boom box. He began to reach towards the top, where he could switch songs.

"Now what in the hell do you think you are doing?" I asked, annoyed he was here to begin with. He switched the song, glanced at me, and walked out of my dorm. Leaving me standing there, listening to what song he chose. I knew the song immediately, but this time, I listened to the lyrics closely.

"Saying Sorry"

These colors will not change
You change the way I see them
These words will fade
when you explain why you hate them
we are the same

She keeps repeating all that she needed
She says she's right here, she seems so distant

Saying goodbye this time, the same old story
Seeing you cry, makes me feel like saying sorry

Just a few last hours, we gotta make this count
We're counting backwards
(Just a few last hours, we gotta make this count)
We're falling forwards.

She keeps repeating all that she needed
She says she's right here, she seems so distant

Saying goodbye this time, the same old story
Seeing you cry, makes me feel like saying sorry

Saying sorry we're falling apart
wish we knew this from the start
Saying goodbye's the hardest part
Wish we knew this from the start

Saying goodbye this time, the same old story
Seeing you cry, makes me feel like saying sorry

Saying goodbye this time, this time
Seeing you cry, makes me feel like saying sorry

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I tuned the boom box off, and sat down on my bed. My head whirling with thoughts.

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Well, how did you like it? That is chapter two, and I really do hope you enjoyed it! I usually don't have chapters this long, or update this fast, but I am bored in Florida at nights, and need something to do. Well, thank you for reading.

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--Brittany