AN: I'll say this again:

thank you so much for reviewing!

... and it's another short chapter. I apologize.

Dana didn't stop running. She didn't care on what place she'll end up with. She just wanted to get out of here.

Steady breaths, she coaxed herself. This blackmail thing won't last long.

She felt anguished that all because of a something stupid, she had been forced to act as a matchmaker.

Between Priscilla and Logan.

"Can you say DISGUSTING?" she cried. Some girls looked at her like she was crazy, and ran away.

She winced. Great, now I'm a lunatic as well.

When Dana turned around, she ran smack into somebody. The force pushed her off, and she landed on her butt.

"Watch where you're going," Logan said, his ever present smirk intact.

Dana glared at him, and saw the dirt on her plaid skirt. "Me? What about you?!" she shrieked.

To her surprise, Logan reached out his right hand. Dana stared at it.

"Do you need help or not?" he says, sounding impatient.

Scowling, Dana took it.

Holy crap, it's so warm.

"Thanks," she grumbled, and quickly brushed her skirt. "Where's your girlfriend? Shouldn't you two making out by now?"

Logan shrugged one of his shoulders. "She's with her friends, and we already made out."

Images of Priscilla kissing Logan flashed into her mind, and Dana felt her stomach clench. "That was hella fast."

"Thanks to you, babe," he said cheerfully. "You know, this place isn't half bad. I don't see what you're complaining about it."

"I'm not complaining," Dana retorted a little too quickly.

"Then would you like to go to a party, then?"

Dana was dumbfounded by his invitation. "Okay, back off, sicko. As much as I hate the girl, I'm not stealing you from Priscilla."

To her annoyance, Logan laughed. "As flattering as that may sound, it's not what you think."

Dana was feeling uncomfortable already. "What do you mean?"

Logan whipped out a flyer and gave it to Dana. "Priscilla's throwing a bash, and she wants you to join in." Dana didn't take it.

"And I'm invited why?"

"Um, hello? You have connections," he said, pointing a finger at himself.

Dana began to walk away. "Sorry, moron. I'm far too busy tonight."

Logan tagged along. "Look, you can bring your friends or something. Then it won't be so bad."

Dana ignored him. Sure, she'll be bored shitless again tonight, but it's better than go to some lame party. PRISCILLA'S party.

No, thanks.

"Dana," Logan almost whined.

Oh my God.

She turned around, and quickly took the flyer from Logan. "THERE! I'm going to that stupid party. Just stop with the whining, it's driving me crazy!"

Logan grinned. "Ha, it's just my charm. See ya tomorrow night!" Then he ran off.

Dana stared at the piece of paper in her hand. She could see the words Chislett Hall Lounge, 9 PM, and Priscilla Kietlieg in large fonts. Even larger were the words FREE BEER! along with a smiley face.

Dana groaned.

What have I gotten myself into?