Author's Note: I know most of you out there think I disappeared on the face of the Earth, but thankfully, I didn't.
Oh, you can't imagine the guilt I'm feeling right now. Hahaha.

Wow, I just noticed. Logan/Quinn has definitely taken over. But I think I'll be a nut and stick with this ship. How you like them apples, eh?
In advance, I apologize for the short chapter. Writer's block does that to me, I guess. Then again, I always write short chaps. Argh, I'm rambling. Sorry.

She didn't know how long she's been staring at the ceiling. Ten minutes? An hour? A day?

Dana didn't care. She wanted to be alone.

She replayed last night over and over again, like a sick movie she didn't want to see. The feeling of Logan's lips on hers, the fluttery feeling in her stomach that accompanied it, the unexplainable bliss.

And then the slap came.

She had hit his face as hard as her palms allowed her to. It must've been strong enough, because Logan slumped had into the bed, completely out of it. She ran out of the room, and for the first time she mentally thanked Priscilla's party for the emptiness of the dorm. If everyone had seen her like that, they'll never let it live down, plus she didn't care for looks of sympathy they'll throw at her, especially coming from Christi.

Instead, she sought refuge in the supply closet, silently praying no cranky janitor will open it and shout at her to get the hell out of there. While inside, there came the terrible taste of the alcohol in her mouth.

"Ew, puke breath," she mumbled, trying to ignore the taste. The next time I see him, she silently vowed, I'll definitely whack him with a pickaxe. Or even a hacksaw. Whatever.

Dana angrily wiped the incoming tears with her palm. She knew she should stop, but it kept overflowing, like it'd been dying to get out of there. Of course, that kiss was meaningless. It didn't mean anything. It was just a gesture, a sick gesture maybe, to piss her off. Typical jackass Logan.

Or maybe it wasn't just a drunk kiss, a part of her brain whispered. Maybe it was for real?

She closed her eyes. No, it wasn't like that. Logan might be a player, but he had the courtesy to at least break up with a girl before moving on to the next one. She recognized his pattern back in PCA, and even though she felt disgusted by his ways, Dana thought that was pretty decent of him. It was a part of Logan that wasn't poisoned yet by the rest of his personality.

Standing up, she sighed and took a few more calming breaths.

Screw him and that kiss.

Dana attempted to straighten out her clothes, but she suddenly realized that no one would care anyway. They'll have the hangovers, thanks to Priscilla.

"I really owed a lot to that girl tonight," Dana muttered, shaking her head. She started to reach for the doorknob.

"Where is she?"

Dana stopped her hand in mid-air. Lane?

"I don't know," another girl answered. "I haven't seen her since I met you two last night."

Callie. "Well, thanks, anyway. You feel alright now?"

Dana heard Callie laugh as she listened more intently at the door. "Yeah. They said I lost consciousness for a bit, but still, it was some party. Hey, I'll see you guys next weekend at my dad's yacht, okay? Bring Dana. If you find her," she added.

Footsteps. She waited a few more minutes before opening the door as quietly as she could manage. As expected, there was nowhere in sight. Instead of going back to her room, which she wasn't eager to return to in a hurry; she made a beeline for Lane's dorm, hoping to find her there.

She gingerly stepped in the lobby of Chislett Hall, finding a few sleepy eyed teenagers, salivating for coffee and other possible hangover cures. Dana was about to go straight into Lane's room, when she spotted a glimpse of her entering a room. Stepping away from the stairs, she followed Lane quietly.

The door was closed when she got there, but apparently this school had something against thick, soundproof doors, because she can perfectly hear what was going on inside.

"No, I can't really find her," Lane was saying. Dana waited for a reply from whoever Lane was talking to, but there was none. Lane was alone in there.

"Well, I'm sorry! I was with Brent last night. Well... Okay, I screwed up. Sorry... No, don't worry, I'll keep searching... Yeah, yeah, enough of the favourite cousin line... I'm your only cousin, anyway... Okay, bye, Logan."

The door swung open, and Lane, with a cellphone in one hand, gasped.

Dana crossed her arms in front of her, glaring at the girl she once thought as her only friend here.

"So."

A shoutout to twiinklestar for the puke breath idea.

Thanks for reading! And you know, reviews keep me so damn upbeat... and inspired.

;)