People Auction

A Zoey 101 Fanfiction

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Chapter Four

Too Bad Zoey Doesn't Fit Into Skimpy Red Bikinis

Both Logan and Zoey woke up late. Chase and Michael had already left the dorm, and a note was taped to the side of Logan's bed.

Asshole, it read,

If you and Zoey ever make it out of bed, we have history first today. At eight. And hey, look at that! It's five to eight, and – what do you know? – you're still asleep. Have fun with your excuses.

Chase and Michael

Logan rolled over to look at the clock. "Ten-thirty," he announced, serving only to irritate Zoey. "Those assholes. Why couldn't they wake us up!"

Zoey glared at Logan, unwilling to leave the bed while she was still lacking her clothes. "Chase and Michael are my friends," she pointed out. "I don't know about you, but I don't call my friends assholes."

Logan stared at Zoey. "Whatever. Just move, would you? I need to get dressed." He pushed her, and she accidentally hit the floor. "Oh, fuck," he said, not knowing quite what came over him at that moment, nor thinking at all, really. He leaned over and held his hand to her.

"What?" Zoey asked bitterly. "Are you gonna throw me across the room now? Or, wait, demand I call you Master?"

"You should be doing that now, in fact," Logan informed her smoothly. He stepped over her, walked across the room, and headed for the bathroom. "I expect an outfit to be laid out for me in the bathroom before my shower is finished," he snapped, and left.

Now alone, Zoey smirked. She started searching through Logan's things. Oh, I'll give him an outfit, she promised herself. Finally – Jackpot!

It was clear that Logan had been anticipating the purchase of at least one girl at the People Auction, because a very skimpy red bikini was in the top drawer of his armoir. Zoey smiled evilly, pulled it out, and crept into the bathroom.

Ah. There was Logan, showering, singing something that seemed to have the word "Zoey" in it several times. And something about... "from my head down to my toe-y."

"I don't want to know," Zoey muttered to herself as she laid the bikini out on the counter, and took the towel out of the bathroom. "I really don't."

Two minutes later, a very wet, very angry, very naked Logan returned to his dorm room to find Zoey seated comfortably on the bed. "Get the fuck up, now," ordered Logan immediately, a dangerous-looking expression in his eyes. Zoey leapt to her feet without hesitation. Something in Logan's tone told her that she'd better listen to him if she valued her life.

"There were people there," he snarled. "Did you want someone to see me like that?" He advanced on her and pressed her against the wall, his shoulders trapping her.

"No," Zoey said, not stuttering, but pretty close to it. Her eyes were darting around the room. She hadn't believed Logan capable of such violence.

"Well," hissed Logan, "I don't want you to forget that."