A/N: Thanks everybody! Sorry I couldn't get this last weekend but I made sure it was a priority this weekend. Unfortunately, I don't know if I'll be able to get the next chapter up this weekend, or next weekend for that matter. If I get all the reviews quickly I might be able to get the next, and final, chapter up this weekend though. But I'm probably going to post the next chapter of The Game of Love first but I might get that up by tomorrow afternoon so I maybe would be able to get this up on Sunday. Anyway, this chapter is Logan and Dana's not date. lol. Onto my oh-so fabulous reviewers!

cookiecreme007liscence2kill – Sorry, it's only four chapters. They're all fairly long though. And I actually do have an epilogue type thing at the end of chapter four. I'm glad you're liking the story! Thanks for reviewing!

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Ashley – Thank you so much! Pierre doesn't come to the reunion. He's still in France. And there is a Pierre. As for Dana being married, she has the ring to prove it. I'm glad you're liking the story! Thanks for reviewing!

larabaybee – Thanks so much! I know, poor Logan. He's so in love with her. Then he has to remember, "Oh yeah, she's married." I'm glad you're liking the story! Thanks for reviewing!

naamhaitera12 – Thank you so much! Wow, you're the second person to suspect something about Dana. It must seem suspicious though since she's going out to dinner with Logan, who she has to know at least likes her still, even though she's married. But they're just going as friends. Well, that's got to be her plan, but we know that's not Logan's. That is, as long as she doesn't wear that wedding ring. I'm glad you're liking the story! Thanks for reviewing!

chichicutie24 – Thanks! Logan's funny. He still can't believe she's married. As for their not date, I can guarantee it will be interesting. I'm glad you're liking the story! Thanks for reviewing!

sarah – Thanks! Yeah, Logan's so fun to write. lol. I'm glad you're liking the story! Thanks for reviewing!

Zinaalla – After I wrote the thing about him wondering about how to get her to not wear her ring, I wondered the same thing. lol. Him stealing it was one of the possibilities I thought of. Unfortunately, what does happen with the ring is nothing as interesting as Logan sneaking into Dana's dorm in all black with a ski mask on and stealing the ring would be. lol. As for Dana being married, there is a Pierre and she does have a wedding ring. It's not a plastic 25 cents gumball machine ring. lol. I'm glad you're liking the story! Thanks for reviewing!

Disclaimer: I don't own Zoey 101 or any of the characters, except Pierre and the two guys working at the restaurant.

Chapter 3

Logan's POV

It's almost 5. For once in my life, I'm nervous. Ok, maybe a little more than once. I was nervous when I blew my one shot. That's why I screwed up. Please don't let me screw up again tonight. And please, Dana, don't wear your ring.

It's 5. I take a deep breath before opening my door, taking a few steps, and knocking on her door. Convenient, isn't it? The door's opening and–

Whoa. She looks amazing. Gorgeous. Stunning. Beautiful. Really, really sexy. Immediately, I look at her hand. By some miracle, she's not wearing her ring. Yes! I actually stand a chance. Oh, right! I should say something to her.

"Dana…wow. You look…great," I stammer. What's my problem? I've never had trouble talking to girls. Well, except for Dana. Damn. Alright, let's try that again. "You look amazing." There we go. Much better.

She smiles. Yes! Score one for Logan! "Thanks Logan. You look good too," she replies.

I smile back and offer my arm to her. She takes it. Score two for Logan! "Where are we going?" she asks.

"You'll see," I tease.

I lead her out of the building and to the parking lot. The valet brings around my Mercedes. "Is that a Mercedes?" she questions.

I smirk. "You bet, baby," I tell her. Score three for Logan! I'm on a roll!

I open the door for her (I've learned to be a gentleman). She smiles and gets in the car. Yes! Score four for Logan! I can't help but just stare at her a minute before closing the door. I hope I can still drive with her sitting right there next to me looking the way she does. Driving with her there might be more dangerous for me than driving drunk.

Why does she look so hot right now anyway? Well, she always looks hot, but she looks extremely hot right now. Is she trying to mess with me or something? Like, "Hey jerk, you screwed everything up so now you can't have me but I'm going to make you regret it even more than you already have been these past nine years." Hmm…that could be possible. No, I probably just think she looks hotter than usual because I actually might have a chance to redeem myself right now. I mean, we seem really close right now. And this is a pretty big car. One of the best that money can buy, of course.

"Here we are," I announce.

She laughs as she looks at the restaurant. "I should've known you'd take me to the most expensive restaurant," she remarks.

I smirk. "Hey, you deserve the best and anyone who doesn't give you the best is a jerk," I declare.

Damn, I hope she doesn't realize I was trying to point out that I'm better than Pierre. I mean, I hope she doesn't think that. That would definitely mean score one for Pierre. She's smiling. I don't think she does. Yes! Score five for Logan! "You always did kind of think that, Logan," she notes.

I smile. Yes, I actually smiled. Not a smirk. "Yeah, I did. Although I don't think I always lived by that. I was such an asshole to you sometimes," I recall. Damn. What idiot would bring something like that up now? That's probably going to be score one for Pierre.

She just laughs though. "Hey, I definitely wasn't all that nice to you either," she points out. Hmm…true. And score six for Logan!

"Name please?" Wow, I barely noticed us walk into the restaurant. Damn, that girl does things to me.

"Logan Reese," I state.

The guy checks his book thing or whatever it is then grabs some menus and leads us to our table. It's off to the side, but very nice. And very private. And romantic. We sit down and the guy leaves. We open our menus and I hear Dana laugh. "All the foods are French!" she exclaims, laughing. I believe that makes the score Logan Reese seven, Pierre whatever his last name is zero.

I laugh a little too. "France is just following you everywhere," I comment.

A waiter appears and we order our drinks. When he's gone, I put my menu down and look across the table at Dana. She's reading her menu still. Gently, I push it down. She looks up and our eyes meet. God, it sounds so cliché but I could care less. I just loved sitting there, staring into her gorgeous eyes. I never realized how amazing her eyes were. I should've guessed it though. She's just all around amazing.

Damn. The waiter just popped back up and ruined our moment. Oh, hey. That's score eight for Logan! Yes! We order, and thankfully he disappears again. I turn back to Dana. Her hands are on the table. I reach out and take her hands in mine. "So," I begin, "are you having a good time?"

She smiles. Good sign. "Absolutely," she agrees. Oh yeah! Score nine for Logan! Eat my dust Frenchy!

"I swear Logan, this is the best meal I've ever had," she declares.

Score eighteen for Logan! I laugh. "So French food is better in America than in France," I comment.

She laughs. "Could be," she agrees.

"Could be? What other reason could there be?" I ask, laughing.

She laughs too but blushes and looks away. Wait. Dana Cruz blushing? Why would she possibly be blushing? That's right. She wouldn't be. Must just be the light. The waiter comes back with the check. I take out my credit card and he disappears again.

I turn back to Dana and smile at her. "Thank you for having dinner with me," I tell her.

She smiles back. "Thank you Logan. For everything. I've had an amazing time so far," she declares. Score ninet–

So far? I didn't have anything else planned. "I know you don't have anything else planned. I just…" she trails off. Whoa, it's like she could read my mind or something. Wait. Is she saying…

"Wait. Are you saying–" I start.

"No, forget it. Sorry," she apologizes.

"For what?" I question.

"For…" she begins. Ha. She doesn't know what she's apologizing for either.

I should take a chance. I have to. If I don't take a chance, I don't get a chance. "Do you want to go to a club or something?" I suggest.

She gives me a look. "Fancy restaurant…club…formal dress…" she points out.

I laugh. "We can go back to PCA first and change. So, would you want to go?" I quiz.

She smiles at me. "Sure. Let's go," she decides. Oh yeah! Score twenty for Logan! And Pierre's still got nothing.

"It's crowded!" she calls over the loud music.

"I know! I haven't been to a club in ages!" I shout back.

She gives me a look. "Logan Reese hasn't been to a club in ages?" she repeats.

I smirk. "Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up. And no, I haven't. The last time I went was after my college graduation when a bunch of the guys dragged me out with them," I tell her.

She smirks too. "Then I better show you a great time," she comments.

Before I even get a chance to react I'm being dragged onto the dance floor. She's dancing with me. She looks so sexy. I can't stop staring at her. She's wearing a short black skirt that looks pretty tight and a red top that gives me a pretty good view right down it. I have to stop staring. "So, uhh, I see your favorite colors are still black and red," I note.

She looks surprised. Probably surprised I knew that she liked black and red in the first place. She seems to have gotten over her surprise though because now she's smiling. Score twenty-four for Logan! Is it just me or are we dancing even closer now? It reminds me of that stupid school dance with the stupid personality tests. Although it wasn't that stupid since I got to go with Dana. But now is much better. Hopefully she's not plotting how to kill my foot again.

We've been at the club for hours. We danced together almost the whole time, only sitting out a few dances to catch our breath and maybe grab a drink. "Still having fun?" I ask her.

She smiles. "Hell yeah!" she answers. I smirk. Score forty-one for Logan! "How about you? Am I making you want to go to clubs more often?"

"Yes and no," I tell her. "I don't know if I'd have as much fun without you here."

She half smiles, half smirks. Score forty-two for Logan! "We haven't talked enough. Tell me about what you've been up to these past nine years," she instructs.

"Thinking of you," I declare honestly.

She stops dancing. She looks me directly in the eyes. "I've thought of you every single moment of every single day these past nine years," I assure her. "I've missed you so much, Dana. I probably went through most of these years on autopilot because not a day went by when I didn't wish you were there with me."

She takes a step back. She saw it in my eyes. She knew I was serious. Completely serious. I laugh slightly. "I don't think I've ever been more serious in my life, Dana," I whisper. And, since I was whispering, I had to get closer to her so she'd hear me. "Well, I was pretty serious when I said that I'd find someway to get your tuition paid."

She smiles at me. She has the most amazing smile. We're still on the dance floor, but we're not dancing. We're just standing here. Looking at each other. She's beautiful. She–

Oh my God. She's kissing me. I kiss her back. Oh God, I'm kissing her back. She's married. She may not be wearing her ring, but she's still married. And I'm still kissing her. But wait, she kissed me! Or maybe she didn't. Maybe I just kissed her. But then she's still definitely kissing me back. Maybe I'm dreaming. Well then, I don't ever want to wake up.

No. She pulled away. Oh God she looks horrified. I think she just realized what she did. Damn it. She just ran towards the door. I hurry after her. I push the door open. I don't have to go far. She's sitting on a bench just outside the door. I hesitantly go over and sit down next to her.

"Dana, I am so sorry," I apologize. "I don't know what I was thinking. I wasn't. No, I was. I…I don't know. But I shouldn't have done that. I mean, you're married." I stop and sigh. "Look, you don't have to worry. I won't tell Pierre anything. I won't tell anyone anything. And I'll leave you alone for the rest of this stupid reunion. In fact, I'll just go home. It's fine. I am so sorry though. God, I'm such an idiot."

I feel a hand on my arm. Oh God, she's crying. Again. This is the second time I've made her cry. Great. "I kissed you, Logan," she announces. So I was right. I wasn't just imagining it. Wow. "You just kissed me back. And I didn't do anything. None of this is your fault. It's mine. And…you still don't believe me, do you? Not about this. Although I doubt you believe me about this either. But you don't believe that I really am the same Dana Cruz, do you?"

I hesitate. "Well…no. How can you be? You're married. You're not the same," I comment.

She shakes her head. "You're wrong," she informs me.

"How am I wrong?" I question. "You haven't been acting much like the same Dana Cruz. And you're not the same Dana Cruz. You can't be. You're married! You're married…and I kissed you. Oh God. It is my fault, Dana. You're not the same, you're married, and it's my fault!"

"Logan, do you love me?"

Whoa. Totally unprepared for that. What do I say? She's married! I can't even like her when she's married! She holds up her hand. "Look, no ring," she reminds me. "Forget the whole married thing. Do you love me?"

She said to forget it. I have to trust her. I blew my one shot. If I have any chance of having a second chance, I'm not blowing that too. "Yes Dana, I love you," I declare.

She seems shocked. Well was she really expecting me to say no? She's smiling now. I think the shock's gone. Wait. She's smiling. She's married, and I just told her I love her. Why is she smiling? Shouldn't she have already slapped me? I don't get this. She–

She's kissing me. Again. I'm almost one hundred percent certain that she kissed me. Again. And I'm kissing her back. Again. And I can't stop myself. Again. And I know that it's wrong. Again. And I keep kissing her. Again. And she's married. Again. Ok, that one's more like "still," but oh well.

She pulls away, not as rushed as last time though. She smiles at me. I really don't get this. I told her I love her, we've kissed twice, and she's married. How can she be smiling at me right now?

"I love you too, Logan," she whispers.

What? Wait – did I hear that right? I must be hearing things. This must all just be a dream. Damn it. This is the best dream I've ever had. But it can't be real. If it were, it would be a dream come true. I don't think I can get that lucky though.

"Yes Logan, I love you," she repeats.

I must've looked shocked before. So…am I not dreaming? Ok, I have to figure this out. I'll pinch my arm. Ouch, that hurt. Wow. I'm not dreaming. Then this must be some cruel, sick joke. It has to be. Yeah, Dana would do something like that to get back at me, right?

"You…but….what…Pierre?" I stumble through attempted sentences and questions.

She laughs. I really don't get what's going on. Why the heck would she be laughing right now? Oh, right, because she's about to tell me that she was lying and that it's just a cruel, sick joke to get revenge on me for sticking her in France all those nine years. The score doesn't matter anymore. Any points I have are outweighed by the fact that Pierre's her husband. There's a new score now. Logan, nothing. Pierre, Dana. That guy had my everything. Dana's my world. I haven't seen her in nine years but I have never once stopped missing her or stopped thinking about her or stopped regretting blowing my one shot. I love her. And she has the nerves to play a cruel, sick joke on me and say that she loves me too, when it's all a lie. Because she's married.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I whine. "I mean it Dana, I love you. Just put me out of my misery and tell me it's all a cruel, sick joke. A twisted revenge plot."

She just keeps laughing. Why? "It's not a joke or revenge plot," she tells me.

"Then what the hell is it?" I exclaim.

She smiles and leans in closer to me. "The truth," she whispers.

Oh God. No! She has to be lying! It can't be the truth! It can't be! "No! Stop messing with me Dana! That can't be the truth! You're married! You're lying!" I shout.

She pauses. "You're right," she agrees. Finally. "I was lying. But not about loving you. I do love you Logan."

"Then why the hell did you marry that Pierre guy?" I yell. I can't take this anymore! She's killing me here! I should just storm off and drive away and try to forget about her. Try, because I won't be able to. I love her! And she says she loves me but she–

"I didn't!"

A/N: Wow! Ok, a comment I have to make: I love how Logan's keeping score the whole time. lol. It was fun writing this in Logan's POV because I get to have all his funny thoughts like that. lol. Anyway, next chapter picks off right here, then there's an epilogue type thing. So, again, if you guys review soon I might be able to get the next, and FINAL, chapter up this weekend. If not, you guys will most likely have to wait until next weekend or maybe even the one after that. So, I'll post the next, and final, chapter, after I get at least 10 reviews. Thanks! Bye!

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