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Another fast update! lol :) Anyways, this chapter is a little strange :P

My suggestion: Listen to it with the song that the chapter is named after.

Disclaimer: I don't own Zoey 101, or I am On Your Side by Hawthorne Heights. I do however, own EliseMaxwell, my OC :D

Enjoy!

Chapter 7

Nobody's POV

I never meant to hurt you
Sometimes these thoughts have a way making sense
Secrets that we keep turn into accidents
If you burn away the bonds with the fires of selfishness
The positive the negative have a way of making ends

Dana went up to the roof of the girls' dorms. It was a good roof, it got plenty of sun and was almost as good for tanning as the beach on hot days. She hadn't spent a lot of time up there since getting back to PCA. Zoey, Nicole, Lola and even Quinn now spent a lot of time up there. They had become like a little foursome… attracting a lot of attention from guys- even Quinn, who had grown into her beauty and stopped being such a freak! Dana hated that attention…and slowly she had stopped needing to make excuses for hanging out with them. They all had lunch together usually, but sometimes Lola had Drama Club and sometimes Dana skipped lunch to avoid Logan.

Her usual haunts were the track and basketball courts… but she didn't want to risk going there. They would be way too obvious- after all Logan was bound to come looking for her… wasn't he?

Obviously not… she realised three hours later, when she saw Elise running out of the dorms to greet him.

"Slut." She muttered under her breath as Logan put his hand in Elise's back pocket, and started to massage her butt.

Logan cracked some corny joke, and Elise giggled. Dana blinked back tears, letting out a choked sob and laying back on a sun lounger, to cry in peace.

End this now, we've gone too far
Let's take back words that turned to scars
If I could find a way to turn back time
Had to let you know I'm on your side

Logan sighed to himself as her glanced up at the roof. He hadn't seen Dana anywhere… he was beginning to be a little worried. His excuse for looking for her was returning her purse… but really he just needed to see that she was OK. As he stood outside the building, the doors were thrown open. Elise ran out and threw herself at him. "Logan, you're early!"

He groaned inwardly. He'd forgotten he'd said she could come watch the game that night…

He pulled away and flashed his cocky grin at her. "I just couldn't get enough of you babe…" Elise giggled. Man, her laugh was irritating!

As he turned to go, he glanced up at the roof, and saw the sun reflecting in somebody's caramel curls. He blinked in shock, thinking he'd imagined it until he heard the unmistakable sound of Dana playing her 'Angry Music'. Hawthorne Heights blared out from the top of the Dorm Hall.

Elise wrinkled her nose as she pulled him away. "Goths on the roof again" She said rolling her eyes. "It went on for hours yesterday too!"

Logan shot her a nasty look. Elise looked taken aback.

"What?"

"It's….its not… goth… look- it's not goth music, they're my favourite band, ok? Can we just change the subject"

Elise looked at him surprised… "What do you wanna talk about then, Reese?"

Took the easy way out I showed my self doubt
The only way to ease the pain is to drink until I drown
I'll say it out loud my voice is the only sound
So listen up, I'll spell it out
I need your help, I need it now

Logan's POV

God, she sounded like Dana when she said that. I shook that thought out of my head, and tried to block out the sound of that song. I am On Your Side. To me…that was always our song. I never told her, but I've listened to it every night since we kissed.

Elise kept up an easy conversation until we got to the courts. I bought her a soda, and showed her to a seat where she'd get a good view of me. Then I slowly made my way to the changing rooms.

I undressed quickly, and looked at my reflection in a bathroom mirror as I pulled on my uniform. I played with my hair for a few minutes, feeling a little restless. I hadn't played in the team since last semester. This year, I was way too busy with other stuff… like wallowing and moping mainly.

From what Zoey said, Dana hadn't even tried out for the team that year. So when I stepped out into the Player's Lounge where we had our team talks, I was shocked to see her sitting there. She was chatting to the coach, holding her uniform in her hands. She grinned at him, and brushed past me out of the door as she went to change. She pretended like she didn't know me, and I guess I did the same. As she brushed past, I could smell her shampoo. Shivers ran up my spine. She still smelled the same…

End this now, we've gone too far
Let's take back words that turned to scars
If I could find a way to turn back time
Had to let you know I'm on your side

I walked back out of the lounge a few minutes later, and burst into the Girls' changing room. Dana was in there alone, looking into the mirror with a sad look on her face. Before I could say anything, she said calmly "You're not supposed to be in here". She didn't turn away from the mirror for a few seconds, but when she did I felt like I'd stopped breathing. She looked…beautiful. She had her hair in a ponytail, but straightened. She had absolutely no make-up on, and looked just the way she used to. I was a little lost for words.

"Can I help you?" she asked softly…

Dana's POV

Am I now everything that you wanted me to be
tried my best took a shot in the dark and I lost

I tried to act cool, as if him being there didn't bother me. I mean, I'd expected to see him- after all he was the best player on the team… but I hadn't expected him to be in the Girls' Locker Room.

"Can I help you?" I asked. He looked like he wanted to say something important. I tried to make it come out all businesslike… but I couldn't, so I practically whispered it to him.

He reached into his bag and pulled out my purse. He threw it to me, but for once I didn't catch it. A piece of paper fell out as I picked it up. As I bent down to pick it up, Logan smirked at me and said "Come on, you're on the basketball team! You catch like-" his voice trailed off. I stood up, confused. As I readjusted my uniform I realised what had happened.

My top had risen up as I bent down.

"What the hell?"

I shook my head sadly at him.

"It's called a scar Logan."

He looked confused. "From what? Does it hurt?"

I sighed and grabbed my bag.

"Its from a mistake… and yes it does hurt, not physically, but emotionally".

Logan looked at me tenderly…

Then he seemed to mentally shake himself.

He scowled.

Then he ran out as quickly as he'd come in.

And for once… I didn't cry. I was strong.

I was angry.

I looked at the piece of paper I'd picked up. It was some photo booth photos from our first year. Me and Logan, grinning, then fighting, then flirting as the camera snapped away.

I threw it to the ground and kicked the wall.

The mirror fell off, smashing into tiny pieces...

Great. Just great.

…End this now
We've gone too far
let's take back words that turned to scars
If I could find a way to turn back time
Had to let you know I'm on your side