Chapter Six:

Disclaimer: I do not own Zoey 101. But I do own Margo

Margo, Logan, Jake, and Taylor were all at detention. Being held in Mr.Bender's class; at first; Margo was throwing eye daggers at them; hoping that one will be a real dagger. But when Mr.Bender had to leave to do something; Jake and Taylor were all over eachother like aunts on a picnic. Margo clinched her fists and bit her lower lip; trying to be strong, but instead; she made marks on her hand from her nails; and she felt so terrible. She happend to glance over at Logan; who was motioning for her to lean in closer.

"Here." He held his hand out to her.

"What is that for?"

"Do you want to look pathedic?" She glanced back at them,and then back at Logan's hand.

She squeezed it; hard, so hard he had to supress a yelp. Margo was definatly getting pissed at them, more so than usual. She hated them, Jake..the shallow basturd, and Taylor, the know-nothing slut who would probably end up a center fold for playboy while Margo struggled for everything she ever wanted; she hated them, and hate; is a very, very strong word. She felt Logan tap her hand; and when she looked at him; she saw she had drawn blood from his hand. She let go and looked at her nails; alot of blood I might add. Logan looked down at the holes she had punched in his hands with her nails, She can get pretty vicious when she is really pissed.

"I think you broke my hand." Logan whisperd to her as he looked at the mark; but she was too buisy stairing into space to really hear him. What was worse: He would have to go to nurse Krutcher later to get it fixed; the mear thought made his skin crawl. He looked at Margo and saw she was clawing her desk. "You better stop that; its almost time to go anyway. Just suck it up."

"Shut up." Luckly for her; Mr.Bender came back and told them to leave. Jake and Taylor had to stay later beause of their little make-out session. When they stepped out the door; Margo smiled at Logan. "Wanna go to the nurse and get that hand looked at?"

"Hell no, I wanna live." Margo laughed.

"If you do, I'll be the witness." She and Logan walked to the nurses office and got his hand bandaged up; Apparently, her grip was so strong she bruised a few bones. As they walked to whereever on campus; Margo started talking again. "I never got to- I mean I think I should- Thanks."

"For what?"

"Sticking up for me last night. Taking that punch like you did" Logan smirked at her as they walked.

"Well, he was pissing me off." Then he heard her sigh.

"I guess the only way to thank you is to live upto my word. Honor is the most important thing where I lived, but I had made a promise to my friends before I left that I'd never, ever, do what Carmel did." Logan rose an eyebrow. They got to the PCA coffee stand; so he bought Margo and himself a cup. They sat at a table and kept talking.

"What happend to her?"

"We were thirteen; and just starting to teach the sexists a lesson. Carmel, she was flaky. She started seeing one of the 'others' as we called them, eventually, she called all of us up in tears, and said she was pregnant." Logan's eyes widend. "Now she's on welfair with a dead-end job, a year old son, and no husband. We made a packed after that; we all swore we wouldn't be like Carmel, she even told us never, ever to do anything like that."

"Is that why you don't want to make out with me?"

"That, and you make me sick." There was a silence. "How many sex ed classes did you take anyway?"

"Not many, why?"

"Explains that; Kissing leads to make out, making out leads to sex, and sex leads to pregnancy, and usually, 80 of teen mothers end up on welfare." (Or so I read in a cosmogirl magaizine ad)

"Logan!" They looked up and saw Zoey looking at his bandaged hand. "What happend?"

"She's got claws." Logan said, sipping his coffee.

"I bruised a few of his fingers and drew alittle blood." She told her, showing Zoey her nails.

"Wow." Zoey then thought about it. "Were you two...holding hands?"

"No." Margo answerd point blank. "We were in detention; I was starting to get pissed at Jake and Taylor and he let me squeeze his hand and nearly cut off circulation."

Afterwards; Margo was sent to the deans office to take a phone call.

"Hello?" She answerd; not quite believing someone was calling her.

"Hello, is this Margo?"

"Yes. who is this?"

"Your father.."

Margo dropped the phone. The dean hung it up on the receiver, and she backed out; she couldn't believe what she had heard; She had bumped into someone, and it was Logan.

"Whats up? You look like you've seen a ghost." She took one look at him; and one look at the floor, then another look at him and started to cry. "Hey, what did I say?"

"My mom died." She cried harder, choking down the words she couldn't believe. "My father says she was in a car crash on the way to work, but I know thats a load of bull shit. He killed her, I know he did; thats what he said he was going to do the day my mom came back to get me."

"Came back?"

"Yeah; she left without a word when I was young, and then; a few years later came back and took me from my dad.." Logan cradled her body in his arms and let her cry.

"I'm so sorry Margo.."

"I don't want to leave Logan...I don't want to!"

"What are you talking about? You won't have to leave for a few months." But that wasn't enough.

"When I do leave; I'll have to go with my dad and...and..." She choked. "I don't know if I will ever come back."

That thought horrified Logan. He wanted her to come back the next semester. "Why not?"

"My dad isn't a fan of sending me away to a school like this; and if he doesn't kill me first; he'll most likely drive me insane, and I'll have to live in a mental asylum." She was crying so hystarically he could hardly make out what she was saying; he tried to calm her down but it wasn't working. He helped her up and moved her out of the middle of the hallway; and into his dorm room. He set her down on his bed and tried to calm her down enough so that she could talk to him, and so he could understand her.

"OK, calm down Margo." He told her; his hand on her's and his other hand trying to calm her down. "We will think of a way were you won't have to go back. You've got to trust me on this." Margo nodded; she may have hated Logan, but that didn't mean she didn't trust him. The way he stroked her hair; the way he told her it would all be OK, how could she not have?


My god I'm done with chappie 6. Thanks Zukosbabygrl for ur reveiws. :D Your such a good fan (Hugglz)