Hey all! This is actually my second "Zoey 101" story. I needed a break from "The Power of Love". This idea came to me while I was dreaming, then I woke up and wondered…"What If?" So here it is. For the sake of this story, Lola doesn't exist, and Dana never left, but they're at Brenner. The story will be written in the OC's POV, except for some parts. So enjoy… This OC will be based on me, just so you know. She has my personality, speech etc…

Disclaimer: This is a poem I heard someone use as a disclaimer so I don't own this either. Roses are red, Violets are blue. I no own. So you no sue. Basically I'm trying to say, I don't own anything that has to do with Zoey 101. This goes for the rest of the story.

Title: Hollywood Rivalries

By: Tears On My Pillow

Summary: When a new girl comes to PCA, everyone befriends her, but when she sees Logan again, all of her wounds are ripped open. Who can save her? Will she ever find love?

Chapter 1: V is for Vanessa, Vendetta, and Maybe Venom

I stepped out of my black stretch limo. Ah, the benefits of being rich. I smirked as I flipped my long wavy braids off my shoulder. They tumble nicely, and go down my back. So, this was the infamous PCA, huh. Well, it's pretty big. I might as well walk around, since I'm going to be spending the rest of the year here. Man, will my best friend be surprised to see me.

What's my name you may ask?

Vanessa Stevens or as I was known back in New York…"Naughty 'Nessa". Everyone just calls me 'Nessa for short though. I hate it when people are formal, but considering my mother's job, I travel a lot and I'm used to it. Yeah, my parents are divorced, but my dad is pretty loaded as well. I'm cool with both parents, but my dad's in California now, so yeah. You know the rest, and the whole sha-bang.

If you've heard of James and Natalie Stevens, then you're with the program. Good for you! You've been watching Entertainment Tonight and you've also been reading your Cosmo Girl, then there's television…and those dreaded tabloids! God, I'll kill the person who invented those.

I have my schedule and where I'll be crashing in. I believe it's in Brenner Hall, room 101. Oh well. I'll figure it out. Right now, I just want to check out this place. I walked until I bumped into a brunette.

"I'm sorry," I said in my most polite voice. I wasn't exactly known for being polite, but what do you expect? The claws will come out after I've settled in a little.

"That's ok," the brunette replied in an unusually peppy voice. "You're new, aren't you?"

"Yeah."

The girl screamed, like she was supposed to be happy or something. Damn, I'm surprised I haven't gone deaf. That scream can wake the dead, literally. She stuck out her head, and just to be polite I took it and shook it. She had the biggest grins on her face. It took up almost half of her face. It's like she's on all-time sugar high. Where is it coming from?

"I'm Nicole. Welcome to PCA. I love PCA. Don't you love PCA? I think it's awesome. Don't you think it's awesome?"

As I said before, she's on a sugar buzz! I'm tired from carrying my stuff around, even though it's not a lot. Right now, I'm wearing a black top with a giant red glittery lip print going across the bust. I have a denim skirt that shows off my legs, and it hugs my figure nicely if I do say so myself. For footwear, I have black stilettos with strings that wrap around my calves. I have all the standard makeup and a new French manicure/pedicure. My shades are now propped nicely on top of my head. Nicole seems nice though. I know she'll start growing on me sooner or later.

"What's your name?" she asked me. It's a miracle. It's the shortest thing she's said to me.

"Vanessa. Vanessa Stevens," I replied dryly.

"Oooh…what a pretty name."

"Yeah, um, it's pretty all right," I told Nicole. That girl is fascinated by the weirdest things.

"Ooo...come on! I want you to meet my friends," Nicole squealed happily as she pulled me along. May I remind you, I'm wearing five-inch stilettos and carrying stuff? Who am I to refuse? So I tagged along.

"Friends?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Mhm. Chase, Zoey, Michael, Logan and Dana," she smiled as she listed her friends. Wait, Danger Cruz goes here? I knew it! Now it'll be like old times back like back in New York. God, I miss that place. But wait! Logan—as in Logan Reese—goes here as well? Now it'll be bittersweet. I've got some unfinished business to settle with that boy. This was going to be an interesting year. I think I'm starting to get blisters on my feet from the stilettos. I'll give them away later, and change into a nice pair of black flip-flops. Thank God, we're at Nicole's table now.

"Guys! This is Vanessa. She's new," Nicole squealed with delight.

I heard a familiar voice and the source of the voice looked up to yell at Nicole, "Nicole, shut up or I'll—"

Remember when I said my best friend would be surprised when she saw me? Dana looked up and looked at me.

"Vanessa? Vanessa Stevens?"

I laughed, "Well, I don't think you know another person by that name. Hey Dana."

She got up and hugged me, and I hugged her back. She was the best friend I was telling you guys about. Dana and I go way back. We grew up in diapers, literally. We ran things and put together we were an unstoppable team. We had both brains and brawn, and we were hot to boot. We still are, but then we split up. I moved away, because my mother's job and the whole divorce thing and she got sent to PCA in the eighth grade. So we had a lot of catching up to do. We pulled away and we smirked at each other.

"I guess Naughty 'Nessa's at PCA, huh?" she questioned playfully with a familiar smirk.

I answered, "Yep, Danger Cruz and Naughty 'Nessa are back, baby."

We did our old handshake and laughed. She pulled up a seat beside her, and I sat. I had to get these stilettos off my feet when we got to the dorm. Four other teens looked confused, so Dana introduced me to them. I told her I already met Nicole.

"Ok, 'Nessa. From left to right, we have Chase Matthews," she introduced as she gestured a bushy-haired boy with green eyes almost like mine. He was adorable. The kind of cute-ness that made you say "aww" and made you want to pinch his cheeks. (A/N: I think Sean Flynn's cute, ok? So sue me! Can you say cutie?)

"Hey. Welcome to PCA, Vanessa. Hope you like it here," Chase said with a friendly grin.

"Next is Zoey Brooks," Dana pointed to a petite blonde. She smiled.

"Welcome to PCA, Vanessa," said Zoey. I silently thanked her by smiling.

"This is Quinn Pensky, 'Nessa," Dana waved over to a brunette girl that had braids and glasses. I could tell she was smart and had a high IQ.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance," Quinn smiled as she shook my hand.

"Pleasure's all mine." I replied.

"Ok, next we have Michael Barrett," Dana explained as she gestured to an African-American boy. I was African-American too. He smiled at me, and I smiled back. I don't know, but he made me feel different. He was cute. Almost dateable. I could feel myself turning red. I think I like him. I'm not sure yet, but he's cool. I'd definitely like to get to know him better.

"Hey Vanessa. PCA's cool. You'll like it," he assured me, still smiling that cute smile.

"I'm sure I will." Michael and I shook hands, and I took my seat between Dana and Chase.

Soon I was laughing with them. We told them a couple stories about Dana and me. Like, that time we had a dance-off in front of the entire sixth grade. It was a draw, because we were equally good. I know I could still dance because I had been training but Dana looked like she still had it in her. Note to self: Challenge her again. It was so cool. It didn't take a genius to know Chase and Zoey liked each other. My guess is that they're really tight. Like best friends or something. Anyway, these stilettos were killing me so I pulled them off.

"Anyone wear a size 6?" I asked. Chase and Michael looked confused. They're guys. What do you expect? Nicole piped up.

"I do!"

"In shoes, she means," Zoey corrected. She couldn't help but laugh at her friend's confusion.

"Ohhh," said Nicole. Like she thought of some giant idea. Or discovered something like gold.

I held up a pair of black leather stilettos, and slipped on black flip-flops instead. Ah, those felt good.

"I think I wear a size 6, Vanessa," Zoey said. I gave the black leather stilettos to her and she looked at me like I was crazy.

"Don't worry about it, Zoey. You can have them. It's cool. I know you'll find something hot to wear with them," I told her, smiling.

"Thanks."

I was curious to find out what they did at this school. I've made friends already. I'm too good. If I was going to stay here I might make friends, right?

"So, what else do you around here?" I asked, out of curiosity.

Chase replied, "Well, we have the drama club. We have sports, softball, baseball, basketball and every other sport can think of. Even cheerleading but I wonder if it's a sport."

"Cool. Are there tryouts now?" I asked. I need a way to work out, besides the gym.

"Yeah, you play?" Zoey asked, quite surprised.

Dana laughed, "Can she play? Hey, 'Nessa, remember when we single-handily beat five guys in basketball? I think you'd be awesome on the team."

I laughed reminiscing with her, "Yeah, I remember. Thanks Dana."

She shrugged, "Only a fact."

Michael spoke, "If you play, 'Nessa, how about a game? Guys against girls. Then we could go over to our dorm, and you know, chill, right Chase?"

"That would be cool with me." Chase said.

I smirked, "Name the time and the place. We'll be there, Mike."

He replied, with mock cockiness, "You got it." We shook on it.

Dana's face looked annoyed. When I looked beside her I know why. HE was there. Logan was flirting with Dana. It seemed like a habitual thing. Poor girl. Zoey looked annoyed too, as did Nicole and Quinn. Chase and Michael rolled their eyes.

"I thought I could smell something foul coming this way," I heard Dana mutter. Logan was being his egotistical self.

"Wanna make out?" Logan asked flirtatiously. He slid his arm around her. This is why they called her Danger Cruz. I bet they still do.

"You have 5 seconds to get your arm off of me before you officially become a woman, Reese!"

That was the Dana I knew and loved.

Logan got the message and moved only inches away. That doesn't mean he wasn't persistent. He shot Dana a couple of flirty looks which in turn made Dana roll her eyes. God, I was about to rip his head off. Let's just say that the Reeses and Stevens's are not on good terms right now. They never were.

"Nice meeting you, Vanessa. I have to tend to something in my lab if you don't mind," Quinn announced. She waved to everyone and walked away. For once in my life, I was actually scared of knowing. I turned my attention on Logan. Nicole just had to blow my cover.

"Hey Logan! Did you meet the new girl?" Nicole asked.

Logan looked annoyed, "If she's hot, then fine. If not, don't bother me!"

That tears it!

I snuck up behind him, and stood behind him. I put a finger on my lips, telling everyone to be quiet. Chase and Michael nodded, and Zoey and Nicole winked at each other. Logan was still oblivious. Excellent, my plan was working. Dana kind of knew what I was doing because she saw me from the corner of her eye, but no one knew what my connection to Logan was yet. I tapped him on the shoulder.

"Guess who?" I said, from behind.

Logan turned around and paled. He was in utter shock from the look of his face and he had wide eyes, but that's what I wanted. I crossed my arms, angrily, and my black flip-flop tapped impatiently.

"V-Vanessa S-Stevens?" Logan managed to squeak out. "This can't be happening!"

Aww, he hasn't seen me in a year and all he can say is my name? Well, he stutters it, but whatever. Asshole. I glared at him.

He was still gaping at me, after about what seemed like an eternity, he finally talks. He actually sounds scared. It's not like him to be that way. He's always had this 'I'm-Logan-Reese-so-you-will-cower-before-me-and-kiss-my-feet' mentality. I guess you know that I had a bit of a mean streak by now. I still have a mean streak, but when it comes to Logan Reese, it's full blown. He's just so…ugh! It's like I have this monster inside of me when I see him. I want to just hurt him.

"What are you doing here?" Logan asked half-surprised/half angry. Chase, Zoey, Nicole, Michael and even Dana looked at me weirdly. I guess I should tell Dana first, since she's my best friend. I gave the five of them a look that said 'I'll tell you later' and they nodded in understanding, although they were a bit confused.

"Yeah, what a greeting! I'm going here, dumbass!" I retorted. "After all the crap you pulled you're asking me what I'm doing here. Great."

Yeah, still the same jerk, not to different from a year ago. I wanted to cry as I looked at him but I couldn't. Instead, all of my pain was channelled to anger.

The girls all glared at him now, and he knew he was dead. Chase and Michael were now looking at Logan weirdly, but they were confused as to why we were standing and yelling at each other.

"What the hell, Vanessa! Are you stalking me?" Logan sneered. My hands balled into fists and he had 5 seconds to get out of my face.

I narrowed my misty green eyes at him. I get them from my mother's side. "You have five seconds to get out of my face, Reese!"

He smirked like I was kidding. See what I mean. Jerk. Always will be. My blood began to boil. I can feel my face turning red. I have a medium brown complexion so in order to see redness appearing, I'd have to be pretty mad. Now was definitely one of those times.

"Or what?"

Ok, now he was testing me. Did we really want to get this? Like honestly?

"Or this!"

SMACK!

Yeah, I slapped him. He grabbed his cheek, which I bet now is throbbing like a bitch, but he deserved it. That was only the beginning of the end. Chase, Michael, Zoey, Nicole and even Dana had wide eyes. We were slowly attracting attention from other students but I didn't care. He looked me straight in the eyes. Like I was scared. Oh, God…hide me. Have I incurred the wrath of the great Logan Reese? (It's called sarcasm, people!)

"I should've done that last year, Logan!"

He finally spoke and he growled at me, "Just because your name is Stevens, doesn't mean I'm scared of you!"

"You should be!" I said, and I elbowed him in the gut for good measure. He crumpled to the ground. Oops, I don't know my own strength. Yeah, right! I totally meant to do that. He looked up at me, and regained his composure. We threw each other the meanest stares we could. Pfft! Like he really can intimidate me. I laugh! Ha! See, I told you I laugh...

My voice was filled with venom. I even scared myself while speaking, but as I said, Logan brings out the evil in me, also known as my dark side. He has that effect on me. He talked with as much venom, as soon were eye-to-eye. I saw Nicole hide behind Chase as Logan and I stared at each other with all hate we have for each other! From where she was standing, it was pretty nerve-wrecking, but it was Nicole, so whatever. I was too busy glaring at Logan, maybe if I glare hard enough, he'll erupt into flames.

"Bring it on, Stevens," he said in a dangerously low voice.

I narrowed my eyes, "You're going down, Reese. Hard."

We both growled at each other, and we stalked off in opposite directions, leaving Chase, Michael, Dana and Nicole confused. I stormed over Brenner. Don't worry! I know where it is… Yeah, Zoey was confused too. As I walked it was quiet. Screw where Logan went. I hope he went to the beach to drown. The remaining people probably left too, but I'll see them later though.

The Stevens/Reese battle was always in Hollywood, but now it was at PCA. Someone was going to pay…Dearly…

'Naughty Nessa's on the loose…

A/N: There's the first chapter of my story. Read and review. I told you in the author's note above, I pretty much behave the way Vanessa does. Oh. Em. Gee. Ooo, the battle is going to be intense! I'm hoping I can write the next one in Logan's POV. I'll only update if I get at least 10-15 reviews. So, review, review, review!

--Tears On My Pillow.

NEXT CHAPTER: Plotting Reese's Revenge.