Logan's POV:

I sighed, looked at my watch and sighed again, fourteen more minutes feels like an eternity. I mean who has history at the end of the day? Why does my luck suck so hard?

At least I have a great view.

I can't help but stare at the back of Dana's head. She has butterscotch curls in her hair. I reached out for her hair not being able to stand the boredom.

"Don't even think about pulling my hair Logan." Dana mumbled without turning around.

Dana you know me well. I need to stop being so damn predictably.

I put one of my famous smirk on my face as I pulled my hand down. I looked down at my watch again, I wipe the drool off my face as I start to fall asleep. Not that I drool.

Before I knew it I was pulling a clump of Dana's curly hair.

"Logan you're so elementary, why don't you just grow up!" Dana shouted particularly loud (or just loud enough so that the whole class would hear. That's Dana for you sometimes she's such a…how should I put this…)

"Messing with you is so much fun. How can I resist myself?" But what really I want to say was…

Dana, Dana, Dana why do we always fight? Why can't you realize I know how badly you want me? And who can blame you? After all I am me, I mean have you seen how fine I am? But why do we always have to play these games? Why can't you just admit how much you want me?

"Mr. Reese, Miss Cruz you are very close to spending Saturday in detention with me." Mr. Cook said in a warning voice. Dana jumps into her seat and sits quietly.

What is this? Dana behaving? Dana, baby what are you trying to pull? Dana is sitting perfectly still and is actually listening (more like she's holding on to every word the man said.) something is up.

Oh well, I would never let a perfect chance like this pass up. Heck, if I play my cards right, I can get her in trouble and get off scot-free. I have to get this just right or it might back fire.

Dana's POV:

History. Hell yeah it's boring. But do you see me complaining about it? It's not so bad, I usually spend this time IM'ing Nicole. But today, for some reason, everything seems… frustrating. Nicole keeps IM'ing me about some cute guy name… Blake, Drake, or maybe it was Jake. But anyways who cares, Zoey keeps poking my arm with her eraser trying to get my attention, and Logan was…

"Don't even think about pulling my hair Logan."

Maybe it's a good thing Logan is so damn predictable.

I think I might change my name cause if I hear Zoey say it one more time I'll scream.

I finally look at Zoey and I was about to ask "why the hell she keeps poking me?". when I felt someone pull on my hair. It didn't hurt but I couldn't believe everyone just would not…

Leave.

Me.

Alone.

"Logan you're so elementary, why don't you just grow up!"

Was it necessary to embarrass Logan by yelling at him in front of they class? Of course not.

Was it fun? Well, duh!

"Messing with you is so much fun. How can I resist myself?" He asked giving one of his famous smirks. Okay so I admit it Logan is cute, maybe even, dare I say it, really cute. But Logan's a jerk and probably knows it. Probably doesn't care. That's why I could never like him. Unlike the bimbos that are usually stuck to Logan's face, I don't let him walk all over me.

So who cares that he is hot, has great hair, and a cute smile even with that annoying smirk…wait…

I'm not stupid. I know what you're thinking; No, I don't like Logan.

Do you believe me?

No?

I thought so.

"Mr. Reese, Miss Cruz you are very close to spending Saturday in detention with me." Mr. Cook said in a warning voice. Saturday? I can't have detention Saturday. I have a concert to go to. I have been waiting all week for this concert. I don't even have any money left. I'm so poor I couldn't afford the tickets so my cousin, Heather, is taking me. She came all the way from Ohio to spend a week with me. She got off for some kind of holiday or another. Well, I think why they got it off was so the teachers can sit home alone. Just so they can think about how boring and lifeless their life really is. But remember this was only a guess.

Back to my point. All the really cute guys are jerks. Here, let's do a little experiment. Take, my test monkey, Logan (no, really, please take him!) for example. By this time Logan must have seen me looking at him because he slides up inches away from my ear and whispered,

"Wanna make out?" He has that same stupid grin as before.

Experiment tested and confirmed.