One Monday evening, Zoey was in her dorm room with Lola and Nicole.

"Hey guys, I'm going to go shower now, cause then tomorrow morning I can just get up and go," Zoey muttered to her roommates. Both just nodded and seemed uninterested. Figures, they were both looking out the window with binoculars, staring at the hot guys playing football.

"Looks like their playing shirts and shirtless," Nicole licked here lips and continued to stare.

"I definitely want that one with the six-pack abs," Lola nudged Nicole with her elbow.

Zoey just rolled her eyes. She didn't really care if a guy was good-looking or not. She saw past that. Zoey closed the room door behind her and headed for the showers.

As she was walking through the PCA campus, she heard someone calling after her.

"Hey Zoe, wait up," She saw Logan jogging up to her. Great, he was the last person she wanted to see.

"What do you want, Logan?" Zoey asked, crossing her arms.

"You dropped this back there, I thought you'd need it, since girls are so obsessed with their hair," he handed Zoey her conditioner bottle.

"Thanks Logan," She smiled genuinely, "but you shouldn't talk, you're almost as bad as us girls with your hair." She laughed and ran her fingers through his hair.

"Takes a lot to look this good, though," He winked. "So, headed to shower?" He asked casually.

"Hence the conditioner, yes."

"Me too," he held up his hair care stuff. "You know, we should shower together. We would save more water for the fishes," he commented looking her up and down.

Zoey was annoyed. This was one boy that she couldn't even take his personality.

"I think the fishes are going to be fine," she shot back with a smirk. She then turned to walk away.

"Just thinking of mother nature," he called out to her.

Zoey shook her head and didn't even look back. Logan on the other hand, stared at her while she walked away. He silently cursed himself for ruining a perfect conversation with her.

And yes, Logan likes Zoey. Well, it's more of a lust. So we can say he lusts over Zoey. As much as he loved arguing with her, he wanted more to taste her lips. His hormones take over most of his body rather than his brain.

I'll find a way to get her, he thought to himself as he cocked his eyebrows. He soon shook his thoughts and walked to the boys' showers.

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2:05. Everyone knows what that means. Algebra.

Everyone started to enter the classroom, finding their friends to sit by. Chase sat by himself, saving a seat for Zoey. Now this boy here, he liked Zoey. He liked everything about her: her looks, personality, and the way she always makes him feel better.

Zoey walked in and spotted Chase. She walked over to him through the desks around the class.

"Hey Chase," Zoey greeted him cheerfully and sat next to him. Both started chatting and laughing about God knows what.

Meanwhile, Logan was sitting right behind them. "Hey Chase," he said under his breath, mocking Zoey's tone of voice.

Back to Zoey and Chase.

"So I didn't see you at lunch today," Zoey told Chase.

"Yeah I know. My science teacher made me and Michael stay after," he said looking pissed off.

"Well, were you guys playing - "

"Paper football, yep," Chase cut off Zoey. "I didn't even get to eat lunch. And today was tacos! Tacos are only once a month! Of course this had to happen," Chase rambled.

Zoey just laughed at him, she was finding this very amusing.

Logan again stared in jealousy. Why couldn't he talk to Zoey like friends. He's mister perfect, not Chase.

All of a sudden, Mr. Ward, their teacher walked in.

"Alright class. Before we start with the homework, I marked your tests. I'll hand them out, but you'll get points taken off if your talking."

Chase and Zoey paid no attention to Mr. Ward. They just whisper about what was going on after school.

Mr. Ward came next to Chase and Zoey and cleared his throat. Both heads shot up.

"Here's your test Chase. And yours Miss Brooks.," He handed them both their paper.

"What'd you get Zoe? I got a B," Chase asked.

"A plus," she smiled. Algebra was always her best subject.

Logan stared at the two as Mr. Ward stood over him.

"And here's yours, Mr. Reese," Mr. Ward handed Logan a paper with a big red F on it. Logan just at it and slammed it on the desk.

"Logan, this is your third failing grade this quarter. And your other tests aren't too good either," He sounded disappointed.

Logan stared at his paper, then stared at Zoey's. All right. He sneered.

Looking as innocent as possible, he stared up at Mr. Ward, "I think I need a tutor." He showed off his big puppy-dog eyes.

Mr. Ward nodded, thinking it over, "Alright, I'll assign you with one and let you know tomorrow."

"I heard Zoey's really good at Algebra. Plus we're friends. She'd probably be able to help me the most," Logan asked Mr. Ward, looking serious.

"That could work. I'll talk to her after class," Mr. Ward agreed and walked off.

Score, Logan thought to himself.

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