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Me again! Thanks for revieing guys, i write this just for you
Be warned: This chapter has a higher rating because of some mild sex references and swearing at the end :D
It is best read while listening to 'Ghost of a Good Thing' by Dashboard Confessional.
Disclaimer: I don't own Zoey 101 or Dashboard Confessional (-oh but i wish i did ). I do however, own my OCs Elise and Johnny Maxwell.
Chapter 8
Nobody's POV
I guess it's luck, but it's the same
Hard luck, you've been trying to tame
Maybe it's love, but it's like you said
"Love is like a role that we play."
They'd settled back into a somewhat familiar routine. Like going back in time. Dana would say to Quinn, a wry smile on her face. Logan would insult her and generally put her down, and she would try to find a witty comeback.
It was the same as it was before… it just felt different. It wasn't good-natured banter. It was spiteful, each word falling like acid into her ears. Gone was the flirty chorus of 'Wanna make out?". Dana told herself she didn't miss it. Trouble was, she did miss it. She missed it like she missed holding his hand, like she missed the feel of his lips.
She couldn't even see him on the courts anymore. After smashing the mirror in the girls' room, she'd been lucky to even be allowed to continue with the semester. The principal had wanted her suspended- he'd suggested sending her for Thanksgiving break a little early. Thank God the coach had had a word with him. She was off the team until Christmas, but she was allowed to stay in school as long as she attended 'Anger Management' sessions. They didn't understand that she wasn't angry… she was hurt. And lonely.
But, I believe in you so much
I could die for the words that you say
But, I believe in you so much
I could die from the words that you say
But, you're chasing the ghost of a good thing
Haunting yourself as the real thing
It's getting away from you again
While you're chasing ghosts
She couldn't remember the last time Logan had smiled at her. There were plenty of smirks… she hated them because they'd replaced the smiles.
He didn't smile at anyone anymore. He seemed to just wander around, flirting with girls and then never following through. He wasn't a cheat, Dana noticed. He'd flirt with other girls, but he was usually faithful to Elise.
Usually. Dana mused as she sat in the Guidance Office, and saw him outside the window. Her heart beat faster as she saw his caress the cheek of the pretty redhead. She had curly hair and a sexy curves… Dana felt physically sick as Logan ran his fingers through her hair, playing with the ringlets. He'd done the same to her once.
As Dana stared at the pair, the Anger Management Councillor opened her door.
Logan kissed the girl lightly on the lips, and Dana threw a magazine at the window.
The Anger management woman cleared her throat. Dana whirled around, looking sheepish.
"It slipped?" She tried… and the councillor shook her head.
Oh boy. Dana thought under her breath.
Dana's POV
I guess it's luck, but it's the same
Hard luck, you've been trying to tame
Maybe it's love, but it's like you said
"Love is like a role that we play."
Allison Johnson. That's my AM Councillor. She's tall, blonde, pretty. Way too smiley. Could potentially annoy me by breathing. Needless to say, she didn't make the greatest of first impressions.
But I don't suppose I did either.
She didn't look surprised to find me throwing the magazine at the window.
I was in that office for about an hour.
She asked a lot of pointless questions about France. I told her some stuff. A little about Pierre, and our friendship (not mentioning the obvious unhappy ending). I told her how it felt to come back when I knew I'd probably been replaced. I told her how much I hated not being allowed to play basketball.
Then she brought up the inevitable. The boy outside the window.
"Miss Cruz, is it possible that these feelings you're trying to hide are making you angry?"
I looked at her, giving her the 'Danger' Cruz Death Glare. She looked a little scared. Hehe.
I didn't know how to answer her question…so I just stayed quiet.
After a few minutes I think she gave up any hope of me answering, and seemed to think about something.
"It seems to me that you're trying to cut yourself off from everyone, especially your friends. Now, the basketball team have a party tonight, to celebrate making it to some sort of tournament. You're gonna go, and you're gonna socialise.
Tomorrow, when I see you I want to discuss the things that make you angry. The things which make you upset. I think we can fix this."
She gave me a wide, fake smile.
I rolled my eyes, then walked out.
But, I believe in you so much
I could die for the words that you say
But, I believe in you so much
I could die from the words that you say
A party? Hell no. Logan would be there!
Then again… Logan would be there. I'm not saying I wanted revenge… but…
OK. I wanted revenge.
I arrived at the party late. I didn't see him anywhere. I gotta admit, I was a little scared. I grabbed a cup of punch and downed it. Ugh. It had alcohol in it.
I smiled to myself. Maybe that was just what I needed.
A guy next to the punch was watching me with interest. He held out a flask, and raised an eyebrow at me.
I took the flask, and swigged from it, liking the way the fiery liquid cascaded down my throat. It seemed to numb everything a little.
The guy grinned. "Johnny. Johnny Maxwell." He said, winking.
Maxwell? I took another swig, ignoring the obvious connection my brain was making.
Then he led me away from everyone, to the dorms upstairs.
I didn't give a damn what happened.
I think at that point I was already wasted…and too upset to care.
But, you're chasing the ghost of a good thing
Haunting yourself as the real thing
It's getting away from you again
While you're chasing ghosts
Logan's POV
I arrived at the party with Elise. She looked just as hot as usual, but when I kissed her it felt like there was something missing. The hot redhead winked at me as I brushed past. I saw Elise glaring up at me. "What?" I asked, irritated. She wasn't the boss of me.
Just bend the pieces 'till they fit
Like they were made for it
But, they weren't meant for this
No, they weren't meant for this
Something didn't feel quite right. I knew something bad was going to happen. Maybe not to me, but to someone I cared about.
I dismissed that thought. I didn't care about Elise, and she was one of the only people I knew at the party. Most of the team had gone home to rest up for the game. They were gone before I'd even arrived.
The party was full of seniors drinking, and swearing, and hooking up.
I looked around the room, and saw a girl with curly caramel hair. She was kissing some emo kid in the corner. My heart started to beat faster, and I clenched my fists. Then they pulled apart, and I exhaled slowly. It wasn't Dana. Thank God.
I know, I know. I was meant to have moved on. Everybody thought I'd forgotten. Elise didn't even know I'd ever cared about Dana. Then again, Elise was an airhead. A moron. Her wit couldn't match Dana's , and whenever I attempted to banter with her, she did her sad face and asked "Are we in a fight? Cause you know I really love you…"
She was pathetic.
And yet I stayed with her. Just because she was the complete opposite to Dana.
I guess a part of me thought that meant she couldn't hurt me.
I realised recently what the real reason was. The real reason she couldn't hurt me:
I didn't give a damn about her.
Just bend the pieces 'till they fit
Like they were made for it
But, they weren't meant for this
Chasing the ghost of a good thing
Haunting yourself as the real thing
It's getting away, away, away, away from you again
She was beginning to get on my nerves too. She kept calling me by my surname. Only Dana was allowed to do that.
That night, she stood with a group of her girlfriends. I was bragging to the girls about how often I worked out- you know, the usual jock crap.
Elise put her hand on my shoulder, and giggling said "Yeah right, Reese". She looked at the girls, rolling her eyes as if to say 'Isn't my boyfriend funny?'.
I don't know what happened to me.
I remember turning to her and shouting "DON'T! Don't call me that!"
She looked more than a little shocked.
"You have no right to call me that, cos you know what, I DON'T LOVE YOU!"
She looked like she was gonna cry.
I didn't care…I stormed off.
Chasing the ghost of a good thing
Haunting yourself as the real thing
Everything felt clearer. I walked calmly upstairs. I could hear a couple in one of the dorms as I walked past. Damn. It was the room my coat was in.
They were obviously drunk. The girl was giggling and I could hear the sound of clothes being discarded. I tapped my foot impatiently, then knocked on the door.
"Can I get my coat?" I yelled.
The noises inside stopped, and Elise's brother Johnny came to the door with my coat.
I gave him a long-suffering glare, but as I turned to go, Johnny's latest conquest came to the door.
She wrapped her arms around him, slurring his name. "Come back to bed baby"
I backed away, confused.
The girl was so familiar.
She had long, straight hair. It was a deep brown, a few tones lighter than Dana's. She looked up at me, and I found myself gazing into a familiar pair of blue eyes.
"Shit! Dana?"
It's getting away from you again
While you're chasing ghosts.