-1As soon as the bell rang, students got up and started storming out the door. Amongst the noise, Mr. Ward called out to Zoey.

"Oh Zoey, can you wait a moment, I have to talk to you about something," Mr. Ward yelled while rustling some paper.

Zoey stomach jumped for a second. Was he giving her a failure notice? Or worse, was she busted for texting Chase. Getting caught with a cell phone is immediate destruction of it. A little harsh, but it's the only way someone won't dare text again.

Zoey walked up to Mr. Ward, trying to look as innocent as possible.

"Is something wrong?"

Once everyone was gone, she noticed Logan still sitting in the desk. She wondered if it had something to do with him.

"Yes, well, no. Not with you, but with Mr. Reese here," he nodded toward Logan who was staring at his math test. He tried his best to show disappointment in himself. When in reality, he knew he was gold.

"Logan needs a little he-" Mr. Ward started, but Zoey cut him off. "No way. If you think I'm tutoring Logan, you're crazy." She declared and crossed her arms around her chest.

Logan had something to say in his defense. "Zoey, you let me down. I really thought that you, of all people, would help a friend in need." He put a hand over his heart and seldom shook his head. Zoey rolled her eyes.

"Ms. Brook's, you've tutored others in the past -" Zoey again interrupted. "Those others were not Logan."

"Let me finish. I've seen you tutor others, and how well they've gotten in class. Logan is doing very poor and I'm assigning you as his tutor. End of story."

Zoey's mouth dropped open. She then glared at Logan who was looking up at her with his sneering smile.

"How bout tonight, round 7?" Logan suggested.

Zoey looked at him in disgust. She couldn't figure out why Logan was so interested in math all of a sudden. And she felt that working with Logan in general was a big mistake. They only ever argued.

She sighed and figured there was no way out of this, "Yeah, my dorm or yours?" Her voice was droning.

"Mine, Chase and Michael are going to see a movie. And don't sound to exciting about all this. I just want help in math alright?" His voice sounded hurt. Logan wanted to make Zoey feel guilty, so she would soften up.

Zoey felt kind of guilty by her tone, but she knew something was up, "Sorry Logan. It's just that you know me and you don't mix." She half-smiled.

"Who knows-" stared Logan, "Maybe something good will come out of it." He got up and walked out of the classroom. Zoey shook her head and was dreading the night.

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After school, Zoey met up with Nicole.

"Hey Zoe," Nicole sounded her perky self, "Want to catch that new movie with Chase, Michael, Lola, and me?"

"Can't," Zoey looked at the ground.

"Why not? Do you have a date? Oh my gosh why didn't you tell me you had a date? I'm soooo going to help you pick out an outfit…" Nicole rambled on.

Zoey laughed and stopped her, "No, Nicole. It's not that. I have to tutor Logan." She shrugged her arms.

"Oh. That sucks. Better keep the windows closed. People might get disturbed by your yelling," Nicole joked.

Zoey couldn't stop the grin on her face, "Thanks for the advice. Well, I better get going. I want to finish all my homework before I have to go help Logan with his, bye."

Nicole waved back before changing her direction. Zoey just headed back for her room.

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It was 6:50, only ten minutes until she got into his room. Logan had everything planned out perfectly. Soon, he thought, Zoey would be all his.

Ten minutes later, Zoey knocked on Logan's door. She was dressed casually in jeans and her PCA sweatshirt. Logan, on the other hand had no shirt on.

Logan opened the door. "Hey Zoey, just put your stuff on the table," Logan said politely.

"Hi Logan," Zoey smiled, trying to make things actually be okay.

Logan sat down in the chair near the desk, smiling of the coming event.

"I'll just sit next to ya," Zoey walked over to the chair. As soon as she sat down, the chair broke and Zoey was on the floor moaning in pain.

"Ouch, that really hurt," Zoey winced and she rubbed her hip that had hit the bed on the way down.

Logan quickly raced to her side, "Zoe, are you okay?" He asked gently while offering an arm to help her up. "Yeah I think, I just hurt my side." She took it, but when she stood she almost fell again. Logan grabbed onto her waist.

"Here, let me help you over to Chase's bed," He helped her hobble over to the bed. Outside, he looked like he was showing sincerity and concern, but inside, he was smirking for the great plan.

"Thanks, Logan," Zoey said as she limped. She was surprised with Logan, how much he was caring for her. She was expecting him to laugh, but he was really nice and helpful.

Zoey sat on the bed. Logan started, "Y'welcome. Do you mind if I take a look at your bruise?"

Zoey was hesitant, but Logan was starting to gain her trust, "No, it's right over here."

She slowly lifted the bottom of her sweatshirt to reveal a marked that was already getting darker. Logan put his hand on the mark and Zoey inhaled sharply.

"Sorry if I hurt you. Here, let me get something," he ran to the mini fridge and got an icepack. She looked at him and smiled how nice he was being.

He gently laid the ice on her side and looked into her eyes, "Better?" He asked.

Zoey stared into his. "Yeah," she slowly replied. Logan's eyes were filled with affection.

"I'm sorry that happened, this morning, Michael kicked the chair in anger because his lost his report. That's why it probably is all f'ed up." Logan said, his hand on the icepack.

"It's alright. And thanks for taking care of me," Zoey started softly, "You're not as bad as you seem." Zoey genuinely smiled, and Logan knew that she meant it.

He kind of felt bad for putting her through this, but the night was turning out okay. He hoped she was falling for him, because he was starting to fall for her. And not just because she was hott.

Logan nodded, and was looking forward to the next hour they were going to be spending.

But even after all this, Logan just had to think again. Score.