Like I always say, I am in the mood to write. When I get bored, I write. Which is often, and usually around two in the morning. Like now. Anyways, this chapter, I hope you will like. It will be eventful

Chapter 6

Dana POV

The movie began to play. This definitely was going to be revolting.

There was the share of laughs, and the shares of turns and the shares of 'accidental' bumps in my arm from Brendan. No, the movie is not over. It's barely half way over, yet I rather cut off my own head.

No.

There is no possible way he just put his arm around me. Oh, no, it's not touching me, of course not, because he is just that smooth. Note the sarcasm. It's leaning on the PCA couch. Typical. Everything is typical. Dakota and Ryan, making out. I looked away in utter disgust. And how long has she known him? A day? Wouldn't doubt it.

She just wants a good time, along with the rest of them. I was surprised, Damien and Logan were only cuddling. They couldn't possibly be that into this movie. I mean, come on. Me, well I am sitting here in pure revulsion. Gore. Oh boy, I glanced towards Damien, I don't know why. She, was grasping onto Logan's shirt, and digging her face in it, looking away. Logan glanced at me, looked down at Damien, glanced back, and smirked. My face stayed blank. Blank as can be. Turning my attention back towards the screen, because there was nothing else worth looking at, I noticed a bug crawling on it. It was a big bug, and was getting on my nerves.

"Look at the bug!" Corbin laughed.

"It's annoying," Brendan said, booming in my ear. Then get it idiot. I sighed, getting myself up, and brushed the bug away. As I was sitting down, I made sure it was at least a couple more inches away from Brendan then I started off at. He leaned forward, seeming to fix his shoelace or something of the sort, and as he came up, he made sure to get that extra couple inches back. Damn him.

Being bored is no fun. Having someone you dislike so much right by you, breathing down your neck is horrible. Watching everyone else around you coupled up and happy is painful. Whenever I am close to something, Damien or Dakota always have to go, and snatch it out from my hands. Like it is no big deal. Okay, so now his arm is touching me.

You know when you read story's, and whenever they have that one touch from a guy, it sends jolts of electricity through there body? Well, that is not happening at the moment. It's more, Jolt's of hatred. Okay, so hatred is such a… Harsh word. Dislike. I will go with that. Did he just scoot closer?

Oh, yes he did.

He scooted closer, arm around me and all. I am trying my best to ignore this, but it isn't working. I slightly scoot away, hopefully telling him the message.

What does he do?

Scoot closer. Of course. Why didn't I figure that? He is too close. Way too close. Deciding to ignore it, I hoped the movie will end faster because I didn't want to cause any scene. Yes, inside I wanted to scream in outrage, but I mean, it's not a big deal or anything.

I gave Logan a pleading look. He glanced without moving his head, looking at me from the very corner of his eyes. Not showing one single ounce of sympathy. No, I don't want his sympathy, all I want is someone to know, and agree this is all wrong. Looks like I am not finding this around here.

His face has gotten incredibly close. I tried to pay all my attention to the movie, but it wasn't working. I'm surprised Coco hasn't come in here. She'd kill us all. I slowly move my face farther away, craning my neck. This was very uncomfortable.

I either was not being enough forward with the whole, 'I-don't-like-you' thing, or he is too persistent. Perhaps he is just enjoying this. His hand somehow seeped down to the low of my back, putting me in an even worse position. I scooted forward, yet his hand stayed there.

Normally, I would move him myself; get up, leave, or something! But I just, don't want to cause a scene, like I already said. Movement caught my attention to my left where Logan was shifting, and Damien was getting closer. A pint of jealousy hit me. Maybe it was just the fact the two girls had guys besides Brendan. I mean, I rather be in Logan's arms at the moment then Brendan. Now that says something.

Feeling his hand fall down and grab part of my butt lightly made me squeal. Not a happy-squeal. More of as a 'disgusting' squeal. He took this chance, and crashed his lips on mine fiercely. GET HIM OFF! NOW! Ugh. Disgusting, revolting. I made noises, but his mouth swallowed them. I screamed, and they probably heard it. I have no idea. Finally, I pushed him off of me, and stood up. Every single one of them looking at me. Like I care. Brendan just kissed me.

"WHAT WAS THAT?" I screamed hatred expressed in every word.

"That was what you wanted," he dared to say.

"Are you kidding me?" I asked, about to laugh. What I wanted? Please, you have to be joking.

"No, why wouldn't you. What's your damn problem freezer?" He asked, and a whirl of hurt hit me.

"You are calling me a freezer?" I asked.

"You are," he said. Placing my hands on my hips, I decided to fight back.

"Excuse me, no I am not. It's not my problem that you can not get the clue when someone doesn't like you. I tried to let you know. Scooting away. But no, you scooted closer; I craned my neck away from your face, but that didn't seem to work either!" I yelled, breathing hard from the lack of air in my lungs.

"Dana calm down, he's hot, so why didn't you just go with it?" Damien asked in a very mean tone. I saw Logan give a slight, quick dirty look to her, although she didn't see it. I would like to say so many things to her right now, but I wasn't.

"Really, what's your problem?" Dakota asked, in the same equal dirty tone.

Simply, I walked away. Like always. Someday all these problems are going to catch up to me and hit me like a bolt of lightening. Whenever there is a problem, BOOM, I'm out the door. I just need time to contain myself. Beginning to walk faster and faster, I finally came to a run towards my dorm. Where I always go. Shutting the door behind me, I crouched down next to the door. This is the closest I can get to being in a dark, deep hole. No tears will drop from my cheeks. I refuse to shed one god damn tear for any of those people. Not one. My dorm door opened. Great, here comes the queen's themselves. Looking away, and turning myself, I stayed crouched.

"I'm sorry."

Logan's voice.

Why is he in here? Did he just barge in? That is beside the point.

"For what? Not saying anything. WATCHING him do that, and let him call me a freezer?" I asked. "Look, I know I am not your favorite person, but-" I paused for a brief moment. "Which is a good reason why you didn't say anything." I turned away.

"It's not like that," Logan moaned.

"Logan, then how is it?" I asked bitterly.

"You said my name," he stated. I realized I did. Rarely do I address him by his first name when I am talking to him.

"Okay, besides the point Reese," I said. It was just a simple mistake. I was used to calling him Logan from past times.

"No, call me Logan. I like it," he said almost in a daze. I was confused, yet still mad.

"Well, you can't just turn on a song and fix this now," I said, feeling it was too mean.

"I know I can't Dana."

"Then why are you even here?" I asked, finally turning my body around. My neck began to hurt, and finally realizing he is calling me Dana.

"Because I know how you feel," he said.

"Bullshit," I growled fiercely, he can't begin to say that. He has absolutely NO clue about what I feel. He's got it made. He has no idea.

"Trapped." He stated. Yeah, I felt trapped, but so did a lot of other people.

"You aren't you Dana. If it wasn't for them, you would still be in there, fighting all three of them with your witty comebacks. You normally don't walk away. Dana! They screwed you up. They took away the flare that made you, you Dana. They burned it out and molded you into one of them. It's not you. Look at you," he said. Every word he has said just hit me, and every word was true. I didn't move.

He kneeled down to me.

"I'm not me," He said softly, lifting my chin. Whoa, he has a girlfriend. But HE is the one who gave me the jolt of lightening with one touch.I can't let it go.

"You're not you," I repeated unintentionally. I huffed. He grabbed my cheeks.

"Listen to me Dana. We are going to get through this; we are going to break free. We will make this right. Be patient, and hang in here. I know its hell, but you're strong. We will get through this together." I want to, I really do. I want to break free. Be myself. Not have the feeling of being trapped, and emptiness. I nodded my head, my face still in a frown. His eyes gazed into mine, as if seeping right into my soul.

He grabbed my hand and kissed it lightly before slowly getting up, and walking out the door. I knew he didn't have a certain liking for Damien,or Dakota. Neither of them! No matter what happens, I still have that fact to hold onto. That one fact that is keeping me together.

So, I guess you have the conclusion they both feel the same way. Of course, there is still more. This story, will probably be a shorter one, whereas my 'Answer the Phone' will be longer. Anyways, reviews are much appreciated. Of course, they always are. I hope you enjoyed the bit of DL fluff in there.

--Brittany (BRiSTER will conquer all)