Even though she wasn't one to get shocked, she is now.

Even though she wasn't one to feel scared, she is now.

Dana Cruz is capable of being shocked and scared. Take note, folks.

"Why so surprised?" Logan said, completely oblivious that the person he's talking to is speechless at the moment. He snapped his fingers in Dana's face. "Yo, Dana?"

"Get away from me," Dana finally sputtered out.

Logan's arms shot up. "Ah, she speaks!" he declared triumphantly. "For your benefit, fine, I will explain. My dad called me a week ago, saying that he'll make some kind of movie in France. He asked if I wanted to come along."

Why here, of all the places in the world? Dana was itching to ask, but just replied, "And then?"

"Well, being the jetsetter that I am, I agreed. As you know, it takes a long time to do shoots, Dad doesn't want me to miss that much school, and then BAM! I'm now officially a student here."

Dana raised an eyebrow. "There's a tiny glitch."

"What?"

She snorted as she took a seat on the bottom bunk bed. "I mean, you agreeing to go to school while on your so-called 'vacation'? I didn't think I'll live to see the day."

"Ooh, like you know me so well," Logan replied, waving his arms again. "Just face it, Cruz. Whether you like it or not, we're schoolmates. Again." He began to walk towards the door, then faced her. "Why are you so miffed about it, anyway?"

She didn't have time to reply as Logan slammed the door.

o.O

All throughout school the next day, every students was buzzing about the movie shoot. Majority of them wanted to join the cast, and outrageously followed the next thing closest to Malcolm Reese.

Logan.

"Please," Lane Thoms said to Dana after Chemistry. "If even one student gets his butt included in that flick, I'll ship myself back to Norway in a snap."

Dana still considered herself lucky she hadn't bumped into Logan in any of her classes. But when she saw him in the cafeteria, Dana thought her luck had just about ran out.

"Yo, Cruz!" she heard him cry out two tables away. Dana kept on walking.

"I think that Logan Reese guy's calling you," Christi said as they sat down. She was biting an apple.

"Fancy seeing you here, Christi," Lane interjected. "I thought you'd be there, drooling beside Logan."

"Oh, no, no," Christi said quickly as she fiddled with her pinky ring. "I dehydrate easily, so technically I don't drool much."

Lane sniggered. "Yeah, you just keep telling yourself that."

Christi pouted. "Stop picking on me, Elaine." She smiled victoriously.

Lane aimed her salad fork at her. "Watch it, Simoneau, or I'll poke your eyes out." She looked ready to kill for a moment, and then laughed.

Christi laughed along shakily while she noticed Dana sitting quietly across her. "Hey, something wrong, Dana?"

Dana looked up. "Huh?" She looked around.

"You've been in your happy place ever since we got here," Lane said to her, but then Christi snapped her fingers.

"Oh, damn, I've just noticed something!" she announced excitedly. "I knew I've seen that guy before!" Her gaze locked on Logan, then back to Dana. "He's the one in the picture I saw, right? Remember first day?"

"Maybe," she replied vaguely.

"So, you guys went to the same school back in the US?" Christi continued. "Wow! I mean, like, he's gorgeous and everything. You guys talk?"

Instead of answering, Dana glared at her.

"Did I hear that right?" A voice said behind her. Priscilla sauntered in with a wide smile. "You personally know Logan Reese?"

"And if I did?" Dana shot back.

Priscilla laughed. "No kidding. Well, would you mind introducing me to him?"

Dana pretended to look thoughtful. "Gee, let me just think about it. NO."

Priscilla leaned closer. "Now, now, we wouldn't want anyone knowing about your morning routines in the bathrooms, don't we, Super Dana?" she whispered.

Dana panicked, but thought better. She sighed while standing up.

Lane shook her head.

"Let's get this over with." She walked towards Logan's table, where he was surrounded by his groupies. Priscilla followed suit.

"Logan," she said flatly, trying especially hard not to imitate Lane and use the fork in her clenched hand as a murder weapon against Priscilla.

He smirked at the sight of Dana. "What's up, Danger?" A few of the girls in the table cast her jealous looks.

She forced a smile. "This is Priscilla. Y'know, that girl you can't wait to meet?"

Priscilla nudged Dana to the side, and waved flirtatiously. "Hi, Logan," she said, shrilling out his name.

"Hi, yourself," he replied smoothly, walking up to Priscilla. "Walk with me?" he asked, then gave her a wink.

Priscilla let out a giggle. "Okay." As they passed by Dana, she gave her a smug smile.

Shoot me now, Dana thought with disdain, and stormed off.

Eh.

Too many ideas in my head for this one.

But I accept criticisms.