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Never call Logan Reese.

Even if it's intentionally or accidentally.

Dana would lean closer on the latter, and she was pissed. Which is why in the middle of breakfast she surreptitiously growled at Christi for saying hi.

"Wow, woke up on the wrong side of the bed today?" Lane Thoms remarked beside her. Dana met Lane yesterday during Chemistry, where Dana decided that being partners with Priscilla Kietlieg would always translate to pure torture.

"Do I really look that shitty?" Dana asked her while patting her hair.

Lane laughed while eating a blueberry muffin. "Hun, a raccoon would look so much better than you." She referred to her baggy eyes.

"Gee, thanks."

"Anytime." Dana liked Lane. She had that straightforward edge that reminded Dana of herself, or maybe it was just because Lane wasn't like the rest of the girls, who only cared about who's going out with who or why did Jessica Simpson ever switched into country music.

Dana yawned. "Last night, I think I only slept for, like two hours."

Lane pointed a fork at her. "It shows, too."

Dana closed her eyes and replayed what happened the night before. After Logan had hung up, she had been wondering why he did that. So she told him she wanted to talk to Michael and Chase. Is that a bad thing?

"Hello?" A hand was waving in front of Dana's face. "You there? I said, want to hang out after school?" Lane was saying.

Dana groaned. "I'm kinda not in the mood."

"Dude, c'mon. You don't want to be holed up in your room, trust me."

"Why?"

Lane looked around, checking if someone was listening. "Bad things happen," she said mysteriously.

Dana managed to smile a little. "Hm, really? Fine, I'll go. Just 'coz your argument's so convincing."

Lane grinned and began to stand up. "Cool. Meet me at my dorm after last period. It's 56 Chislett Hall. Ciao!"

o.O

Dana gingerly stepped through the wet grass as she made her way to Chislett Hall. There were a lot of people running around, talking in French or some other languages she didn't understand. Soon she reached Room 56 and knocked.

The door was opened by a smiling Lane, who was wearing a The Killers concert tee and black shorts. "Hey, Dana! Come in for a sec." She tugged Dana by the arm.

The room was pretty much like Dana's, except the walls were lilac. Dana could've choked with the choice of color, but she kept her mouth shut.

"So, you live here alone?"

"Nah. My roomie's gone this semester. She's in Venezuela or something," Lane replied while throwing some stuff around. Clothes, some books and a ton of CDs littered the room, and Dana wondered how in the world Lane survived in here.

"How in the world did you survive here?" Dana sitted down, narrowly missing a pizza box.

Lane's face looked pained as she tossed away another CD. "Sorry. I'm not much of a neatnik." She tossed the pizza box into a bin. "So, whatcha wanna do?"

Dana shrugged. "You invited me here, so think of something."

Lane was thoughtful for a moment. "Tell me about your old school."

Dana hesitated. "Anything but that."

"Why? So many happy memories?" Lane joked. "C'mon, spill. Don't tell what you don't want me to hear. I just need the general picture."

This sucks, Dana thought. As much as she enjoyed having Lane around, telling people of her life story wasn't much joy, either.

Sighing, she said,"Okay, I went to a California boarding school much like this one."

Lane nodded. "Go on."

"Um... I think I scared a lot of people there. Like, when someone pisses me off, I get right in their face and yell."

"Much like what you did to Christi," Lane added.

Dana laughed. "Ooh, believe me, I did much worse than that back in PCA."

Lane began laughing, too. "Okay, before you start to scare the hell outta me, anything else?"

"I had friends, though. They didn't get scared of me or anything. Even though they totally get on my nerves, I kinda enjoyed their company."

Wait, did I just say that? About Zoey? Nicole? LOGAN?

"Aw, sounds precious," Lane cooed. "Do you, like, miss them?"

"Nah."

Lies.

Lane raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

"Yeah."

More lies.

Still raising her eyebrow, Lane stood up. "Right. If you don't miss them like you say, I dare you to call them." A creepy smile appeared on her face. "Right now."

That caught Dana off guard. "Are you kidding me?" she sputtered out, not bothering to mention that she recently did what Lane wanted her to do.

"Trust me, I'm not." She whipped out her cellphone. "Start dialing, Cruz."

Hm, will Dana do it?

Dun dun dun... CLIFFHANGER! ;D