Hey :D Yeah, it's me. So...i continued the fic. Just cos i love you :D

I'm gonna be starting a Life With Derek fic soon, but right now i'm focusing on this one...

Disclaimer: I own my OC Elise Maxwell (Warning: she will be very important to my story) but unfotunately, that's all i got :( If i did own Zoey 101, Dana and Logan would be sucking face on our screens right now :)

Chapter 6

Dana's POV

Of all the scenarios that I'd expected to come out of that conversation, Logan's goodbye was probably the most difficult for me to deal with.

Goodbye?

What the hell?

He said he loved me. When you love someone, you can't just forget about them, or say goodbye just like that!

Oh.

You know what? I just realised something. The whole goodbye thing… it's exactly what I did to Pierre. I told him I loved him, kissed him…then said goodbye. I tried to forget about him.

I guess that's what got me into all this trouble in the first place.

If only Logan hadn't touched me there.

I didn't handle that all too well. Logan was so surprised, but then again how was he supposed to know what that tiny gesture would do to me?

Ugh. My thoughts are all over the place!

I guess I should explain. One night in my second week with Pierre (before we became a couple), we were out by the Eiffel Tower. I loved that tower… I used to go there all of the time when I was feeling sad, or just needed to think. It reminded me of Logan, not just because I usually went there to think about him, but because it was the tallest place I could get to- and when I was up there, breathing in the night air and looking at the stars… it was like I was with him, because I knew he had watched the same moon, and the same stars. It had a sort of sentimental feel to it. Logan visited the tower every time he went to Paris to look at the stars- he told me that when we were playing basketball back in the first year. Logan loved Paris, and I was determined to love it too. Unfortunately, without Logan that was a pretty hard thing to do. I guess that's why I thought drinking would help.

Pierre was 2 years older than me, and he felt like my best friend. He listened to me, and made me feel almost happy when I was really missing Logan and my friends. He bought some wine that night, and we sat on a bench near the tower drinking. Most people didn't think it was a big deal- after all, the French kids are brought up to like and respect alcohol. Than again, I wasn't French.

The alcohol got to me pretty quickly and I remember being really ill the next day. Pierre came and looked after me, telling me I still looked beautiful and making jokes to try and make me forget my hangover. He told my parents I was probably reacting to the food at dinner the night before, and they believed him because my parents liked Pierre even more than I did. They were thrilled when we finally got together, although my dad hit the roof when he found out what had happened that night. It seems Pierre told him one thing that happened… even if he didn't mention I was drunk.

I can't even remember now what we did… I was drunk and miserable. Pierre made me smile, and I loved him for it. I guess that explains why the next day, when my father came in screaming at me to show him my back, and he found a henna tattoo. It was a heart, with Pierre's name in it.

I couldn't even remember getting it done, but my dad went ballistic… he spent hours trying to scrub it off… even using this bleach stuff, but it wouldn't go away. In the end, he scrubbed so hard that I got little blisters… and I still have a heart shaped scar on my back today.

Pierre loved my scar… he used to kiss it and stroke it and say that it meant I could never forget him. And man… he was right.

Logan touched the scar… and I realised that I couldn't forget Pierre. No matter how hard I tried, Pierre was big part of my life. Part of me wanted to hold on to his memory always…but another part of me blames him for the mess I'm currently in.

I just wonder… is remembering and appreciating Pierre worth losing Logan? I mean, I loved them both…

I just don't know what to do anymore.

Logan's POV

I think I handled that pretty well.

Oh, who am I kidding? That went horribly! She said HIS NAME. That was the final straw for me. I guess she only wanted me because I'm here… even though her heart lies in Paris with that French asshole.

But you know what? I think I'm gonna be OK. It's like, now I have a reason to hate her again. I can ignore how much I love her… and just hate her. I can be myself again- I can be the Logan I was before Dana came along and screwed with my head. It's not that she isn't worth waiting for, and of course I'd love her to be mine, but my heart is beginning to hurt and… I don't know, I guess I want to make sure she's in as much pain as I am. It doesn't sound possible, does it? Well, it isn't likely. For me to be able to hurt her… well that would imply that she felt something for me.

She was right though. I never did say her name. It hurt too much, like whenever I said it all of the love would rush to my heart and bring back all the memories. I guess I thought that if I never said her name, I could pretend she was just another hot girl I wanted to get with… it didn't really work, but I was surprised she noticed.

It was such a strange feeling. She said his name… and suddenly, it was like 'BANG' the world disappeared… it was just me, falling into a dark pit of hopeless despair. I felt really dizzy, as if I was gonna faint. I just felt so out of it…

Maybe realising how much she can hurt me is what brought on this change in my attitude. I don't know. But whatever brought it on, the old Logan is back and better than ever. Everyone will see that I'm OK without her, and nobody will know how much it'll hurt me not to love her.

Anyway, thanksgiving is coming up soon. I heard Dana's visiting her parents back in Virginia, or wherever it is she came from. I'm staying here at PCA- my dad's in France and I'm sure as hell not going there. Too many memories… I'm just not ready for it.

I guess all I can do now is pretend nothing ever happened. See how she likes that…

Yeah. Goodbye Dana. Haha. She's gonna wish she loved me when she had the chance…

Nobody's POV

6 kids sat at a round table in the lunchroom. Zoey Brooks and Chase Matthews were holding hands, and flirting in their own little innocent way. Zoey fed her boyfriend grapes with her free hand as he grinned down at her.

Nicole played around with her salad, and chatted to Quinn about making her some hair extensions for when she went home for Thanksgiving. Michael teased her about wanting to impress some cute guy back home, and Nicole's face went red as she tried to deny it.

Dana Cruz sat at the end of the table… waiting.

One member of the group was missing. They all noticed, but all knew not to bring it up. In fact, the Logan/Dana saga seemed to have been forgotten by the rest of the group, who had marked it down to a summer fling. They all thought she'd moved on…

A familiar laugh made Dana's head turn. Logan stood by the fountain talking to Elise Maxwell. It figured. Elise was blonde, slim, gorgeous… plus she was the best actress in their class. She'd transferred from somewhere in Michigan earlier in the semester and had been making eyes at Logan ever since. She was giggling, with her hand on his shoulder. He was shrugging nonchalantly and describing his basketball expertise… Dana watched, horrified as Logan invited her to go watch their next game. Logan turned towards Dana, and she turned around quickly. Logan smiled a sad smile, then smirked at Elise as she kissed his cheek and walked over to her friends. He walked towards his friends, winking at a pretty redhead on the way. As he sat down, Dana got up to go.

"Where you going, Cruz?" he asked flippantly.

She glared at him. After all, he was purposely trying to hurt her.

"None of your business, Logan. Anywhere away from you!"

Logan smirked at her.

"You know you want me, Dana."

Dana's eyes grew wide. Deer in headlights again, thought Logan.

He faltered over her name a little, but Dana didn't notice. She dropped her purse and sprinted away.

The gang all turned to Logan, looking surprised. He shrugged, and rolled his eyes.

Michael sighed. The old Logan had returned.