A/N: People of the fandom, I give you... my first Zoey 101 fic! It's a collection of oneshots. Most of them will be centered around my favorite pairing.
Disclaimer: I don't own it, Nick does.
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He looks at her, staring her full in the face. She glares right back at him. "Why don't you give up?" she says. "You know I'll win in the end."
"No, you won't!" he declares. "Everyone knows that I am the champion."
"Are you really?" she asks, teasing him. The sarcasm is thick in her voice.
"Yes, really," he replies, equal emphasis placed on the really.
She smiles, perhaps a little flirtatiously. "Someday, you'll be beaten." And as the little ball goes into the goal, her face breaks into a triumphant grin. "And it looks like that day is today. I am the ultimate foosball champion!"
He glares at her as she laughs merrily, but they're both suddenly stopped by Quinn's yell of "Frisbee ahoy!" True to her word, a Frisbee zooms over their heads. Luckily, he pulls her down as the rogue Frisbee flies out of the window and onto the PCA campus. He pulls her up, holding her hands now.
"You're lucky I saved you from that awful Frisbee," he says, grinning.
She lays a hand over her forehead and dramatically imitates a Southern belle. "My hero!" She giggles as they spin around and around, and finally they fall onto the floor. The laughing stops. She is directly on top of him. Her hair brushes his face and she tucks it behind her ear. Quietly, awkwardly, they sit up. He finally decides to break the tension.
"Do you want to play another game of foosball? Maybe I can kick your butt this time."
Lola smiled as she took Logan's hand and he hoisted her up. "I'd love to, Logan."