The next morning, Zoey groggily walked into the lounge, sitting down on the nearest couch. It was raining outside which cause her head and books to be dripping with water. Sometimes school started just a little too early, well not for others. Nicole was already flirting with some guy, obviously not in the mood to talk to her. Zoey could have sworn that if Nicole didn't go weeks without sleep, she'd still be as perky.

"Hey, sleepyhead," Chase greeted her as he lifted his feet on the table in front of them, "gotcha something." Handing her a caramel-flavored latte, he smiled genuinely.

Being very grateful, Zoey returned the smile, "Thanks, Chase. That's just what I needed. You seem to look extra tired this morning, too."

Chase yawned, "Yeah, well, I guess you could say I didn't 'sleep tight' last night."

"Something on your mind," Zoey asked, even though she knew it was because of Logan and her. But, Chase was her best friend, and she hoped he knew he could talk to her about anything.

"Well, it's about-, nah it's nothing," he shrugged. Zoey didn't look satisfied and shot him a look as if to say 'spit it out'. "Okay, okay its about, that I, I did bad on my History Report. And lately I've been wanting to make the honor roll," he lied. He didn't want Zoey to know that even though he was trying to be happy for her, jealousy was still there.

Before Zoey had a chance to reply, Logan walked in, closing his umbrella. He strutted over to Zoey like a male model, and jokingly lowered his sunglasses. "Nice morning, isn't it?" He spoke in his best 'studly' voice, even though he didn't have to try very hard.

Zoey laughed, "Yeah, just beautiful." Standing up, she sipped her latte as Chase just shook his head at Logan.

"Yeah. Despite is pouring and windy enough to knock a tree over, today is one hell of a beauty," Chase retorted, his voice oozing in sarcasm. Zoey chuckled while Logan rolled his eyes.

Zoey then turned to Logan, "Well we better go, bell's gonna ring in five minutes, Later Chase." She waved with her fingers. Chase returned the wave, not saying a word, as did Logan, who preformed the 'nod'.

Once at the door, Logan latched his umbrella up and him and Zoey started to walk to class.

"What are ya drinking there?" Logan asked as he nodded toward her latte.

"Oh it's a latte, the caffeine wakes me up in the morning. It's caramel flavored, too. Want a sip?" She gestured the latte toward Logan, who made a disgusted face. "Yuck, lattes? Those things are sick. They give me headaches. Way too strong." Zoey laughed then questioned him, "You do know that caffeine is supposed to relieve headaches, right?" Logan shrugged, "Ah, not for me, but you drink it. As they say, opposites attract.'" He grinned and interlaced his fingers with hers. She smiled and gently squeezed his hand.

As they reached the room where Logan was to leave Zoey, Logan turned to Zoey and tried to give her a short peck on the lips. Zoey just turned her head, not looking at him. Logan looked disappointed, "Ooo, shot down,"

Zoey chuckled and turned red, "I'm really not into the whole P.D.A. thing."

"P.D.A?" He questioned.

"Public display of affection. No body has to know about us. They should mind their own business, you know?" She replied.

"But I like showing you off," he Logan smirked, hands on her waist, "just one lil' kiss goodbye?"

She kissed his cheek and then turned to walk into the classroom, "Later." She smiled.

Logan just smiled after her. He took 'later' as in, we'll make out later. Walking out to his own classroom, he felt lucky for tonight.

Meanwhile, Zoey sat in her Physics class. Unfortunately for her, Glenn Davis was next to her. The class was arranged in alphabetical order, and she couldn't believe there was no one with the last name beginning with a 'C'.

Miss Kraft, their teacher, gave them a worksheet. And after everyone was done they were aloud to talk. So, since Zoey and Glenn were both done, Glenn struck up a conversation with Zoey.

"Hey Zoe, looking fine today I see," he glanced at her legs in her jeans.

Zoey was thankful for the compliment, but she saw that Glenn only wanted to hook up with her. He had been trying to all year. "Thanks, and you look, um, Glennish?" Zoey retorted.

He winked, "So, want to hang out tonight? The roommates aren't going to be there at my dorm, so we can be alone." Glenn raised his eyebrows. Zoey laughed silently, "No, I can't, I have plans sorry," she shrugged. Zoey turned to her laptop in front of her and started just surfing the net.

As she was blankly starting at the screen, she realized the similarities between Logan and Glenn. But she also realized Logan had a soft side, a side which Glenn lacked.

When school was over, Zoey and Logan met up again. As they walked through the campus, they talked about their days.

"So, how was your day? I barely saw you at all," she looked at him, hands linked together.

"Ahh, pretty much sucked. I got a D on my history test, forgot my homework for bio, and my phone rang in bio and got taken away," He sulked. Zoey laughed. "How bout you?"

"Mine was decent I guess. Glenn even invited me over. And that's where I'm going later. He really is a gentleman," Zoey lied, trying not to smile. Logan's stopped walking and turned to her, envy in his eyes. "What?" he asked coldly.

"Kidding, kidding. I wouldn't do that," She smiled, "You do seem intimidated by him though."

Logan ran his hand through his hair, "Nah. I just don't like other men with my girl."

"Oh so your completely dis-intimidatable, huh?" She wondered.

"I'm not saying that. I actually am intimidated by some things," he confessed. "And they are?" Zoey asked curiously. "Teachers, Math," he paused and looked at the basketball court, he thought of a plan, "and really good three-point shooters." "Three-point shooters?" Zoey questioned. "Yeah," he responded and walked over to pick up a forgotten ball.

"I can't shoot them for crap," He told her, purposely air-balling one from the three-point line. "Lemme' try," Zoey exclaimed, Logan passed her the ball. She shot it and she made it.

"Wow, you have a good shot. You should start placing money on them," Logan edged her on to make a bet. And she did.

"How bout I start with you," she coaxed, Logan smirked, "If I make this, you have to walk around school tomorrow with your boxers on your head."

"Alright," Logan declared, "But if I make it, even if you make yours, you have to come to my dorm and we make out? 'K?"

"Deal," Zoey sealed it, confidence in her voice. She went to the three point line, shot and it bounced off the rim. She looked disappointed.

"Ah well, not liked your going to make yours," she joked.

Logan gave her a 'haha funny' look and shot the ball. Nothing-but-net. He held up his follow through and smirked at Zoey, who had her arms crossed. "Lucky shot. But alright I'll live up to the bet," she continued, "but how bout if you miss, your deals off, and mine's on."

Logan smirked at her. His plan worked. Winning the three point shooting contest last year at the school, he had her fooled, and he knew he could make it again, "Fair enough," he spun the ball in his hand. "But if I make it, we get to make out…" he stopped, squared up for his shot, "without your shirt on." He shot it and is swished again.

Zoey stood there, wide-eyed. Logan looked at Zoey at shouted, "Logan Reese with the trifecta!" He grinned and took her hand, "Let's make it to my room, shall we?"

Zoey laughed a little, obviously defeated, "You really don't suck at three's, do you?"

"Hmm? Not me," Logan feigned innocence. "You little hustler," Zoey muttered, and off they were to his room.

As soon as they got to Logan's dorm and saw Chase and Michael were not there, Logan's lips were on Zoey's. Zoey wrapped her arms around his neck, and leaned into him. Shutting the door behind him, Logan led her to their couch.

Still kissing, Logan sat down on the couch and pulled Zoey on top of him. Zoey straddled his lap as their lips tangled together. Logan then licked her lips, signifying he wanted into her mouth. She opened right away and there tongues met for the first time that day.

Zoey marveled at what a great kisser he was, as did Logan. Logan stopped their kissing and looked into her eyes. She really does have nice eyes, Logan thought, and then connected their lips again for some more tongue wrestling. Zoey didn't object as she sucked on his top lip.

Then something occurred to Logan. The bet. He gently laid down on the couch, bringing Zoey on top of him, and as they kissed, Logan fingered the hem of shirt. She groaned into the kiss, not wanting to take off her shirt. Logan stopped as whispered into her ear, "Logan Reese with the trifecta." Looking into her eyes, he looked for any signs of discomfort. She smiled simply nodded 'yes', and Logan started to lift off the shirt from her soft skin.

Once the shirt was off, Zoey blushed, not looking at him. She was quite embarrassed, since her boob's were only a B cup. Logan seemed mesmerized, however. He let his eyes wander and looked at her pink-laced bra. Wrapping his arms around her, he fingered the clasp. Zoey whispered, "Not any farther than this." Then she smiled, plunging her lips back on.

They continued making out for sometime, with occasional 'slips' of Logan's fingers touching her breasts. And every time, he'd mutter woops into her mouth.

Zoey was happy to be with Logan., however, she did have her morals about relationships. But even if he was a little perverted, she was crazy about him.

I can tell you wanna taste it, but I'm gone make you chase it
You got to be patient, I like my men patient
More patience, you take might get you in more places

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