A/N: Oh my God. I'm sorry for taking so longer in updating my stories. To tell you the truth, I'm up to my eyeballs with studying. It's at the end of the year, and then DUN! DUN! DUN! The dreaded exams. Yeah, so things are crazy for me now. Enough about my sad, sordid life…on to my reviewers. And then the story. A big part of the story is about to be revealed. This chapter is rated mature, so if you're mature, and can handle it, then by all means go ahead, but if you're immature don't complain because I didn't put a gun to your head and make you read it. Sorry if I seem harsh, but I was supposed to go to the movies with my "significant other" and now I can't! Stupid homework!
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Chapter 3: Two Sides to Every Story
Logan Reese.
The Vanessa Stevens dictionary defines Logan Reese as rude, inept, self-centred, selfish, egotistical, and the like.
Call me bitter. Call me a bitch. I don't care.
After what I've been through you wouldn't blame me. Love. One word that can either make you feel like the luckiest person in the world, or want to take a dozen sleeping pills and head off into the great unknown.
I walked into Brenner and didn't have to walk very far because Room 101 was the first door I saw. I walked in and the dorm was split in half. Like a pink and purple bomb exploded on one side, and the other half was black, red with a touch of silver. There were posters on the walls. Everything from Jesse McCartney to Green Day and Shakira. I took a bottom bunk on the "dark" half. I unloaded my suitcase and placed everything into the closet in an organized fashion. I don't like messing with other people's stuff. Dana, Nicole, and Zoey were already there. I grabbed a top and low-rider jeans, ready to change when a voice stopped me. Soon my bottom bunk had Vanessa Stevens written all over it, but not literally. It had my special essence to it.
"Vanessa?" Zoey asked me, looking up from her magazine.
"Yeah, Zoey?"
"I know it's none of my business, but why do you hate Logan so much?"
I didn't want to talk about this, but I didn't want to seem like a bitch to Zoey, because truth be told, I liked her, "Please, Zoey? Can we not talk about this?"
Dana looked up, and pulled an ear phone out of her ears and stared at me with a classic Dana Cruz 'oh-please' look.
"Day, don't look at me like that," I warned. I knew when she looked at people like that. Dana was getting riled up. She's my best friend, and top of that, duh!
"Oh, come on. It's you, 'Nessa. When do you ever say please? What happened between you and Logan?"
I remained quiet for a couple minutes. Dana knew something was wrong and Zoey and Nicole also looked worried. I didn't want to talk about it, honestly. My vision became blurry for a split second before anger took those tears away. The fire appeared in my eyes and I told, no, declared to them, I wasn't going to have them mention Logan Reese again.
"Dana! Please!" I snapped. I didn't mean to, but it just sort of came out. She glared at me and then rolled her eyes at me. Great, she was mad at me. I'm not even at PCA a day, and I have someone mad at me. Good job.
"Vanessa?" Zoey spoke again. "We understand if you don't want to talk now, but I'm sorry you had to take Logan's crap. He does pull a lot of crap, you know."
"Me too, I totally agree with Zo!" Nicole chirped up, agreeing with Zoey. She was smiling and gave me a hug. I told you, she'd start growing on me. I smiled and hugged her back. We pulled away.
Silence lingered in the air before Nicole's high-pitched voice sliced through it. Should I really be surprised?
"Hey! How about we all go to Sushi Rox? The new delivery guy is such a hottie!" Nicole squealed, while clapping her hands together.
"Yeah, sounds good," Zoey said, lightly tossing her magazine on her pink and purple bed. "Dana, you wanna come?"
"Not like I have anything better to do," Dana replied, icily, wile she shot me one more glare. Ok, that's it! I have to tell her. Logan. I can handle being mad at me, because the feeling is mutual, but never Dana. Our friendship was too deep for that.
Zoey turned to me and smiled, "Hey Vanessa? You wanna join us? We can give a tour of the campus and stuff."
I shrugged and shook my head no, "Thanks for the offer, Zoey, but I think I'll pass this time."
"Ok, I understand."
Soon Zoey, Nicole, and Dana were ready to go. Zoey and Nicole left, but for some reason Dana stayed behind.
"DANA!" Nicole yelled down the hall. "Hurry up!"
"Shut up, Nicole, or I'll shut you up!" Dana yelled back. She slammed the door. I sat on the edge on my bed while she eyed me. Then something strange happened. She sat down beside me, her brown eyes boring into me. I nervously chewed on my bottom lip. I knew I was ruining my lip gloss but cosmetics were the least of my problems.
"Nessa? How long have we known each other?" Dana asked, bluntly.
"Like since we were a year old," I replied, kind of confused she would ask such a question. Why was my heart breath so fast? Why did I feel like I was going to pass out any minute? Ok, keep it together.
Dana raised an eyebrow, "So, what's bugging you?"
Ok, Dana was my best friend. I was going to tell her everything, but I was only telling her because I knew I could trust her and she was like a sister to me.
I sighed. Everything would be laid out on the table now.
I stared my best friend of 15 years in the eye. Usually, Vanessa's eyes had so much control, so much fire in them. Now, they were icy…and yeah, she changed. I wanted to what Logan, aka the jerk, did to her, but how do they know each other?
She looked up at me, and her eyes were a glassy green. That's what I loved about her eyes. They changed colour depending on the light, and her mood. Right now, they were a piercing green.
"Come on, 'Nessa! It can't be that bad," I said, growing impatient. I crossed my arms.
Vanessa spoke again, "You know my mom is a supermodel and I don't see her much, right? And my dad is a TV producer/movie director." (A/N: That was a big hint!)
Yeah, I knew that part. Her parents were rich, and so were mine. My mom is a lawyer. Ever heard of the law firm Cruz & Bentley? Yeah, that's hers. I think my dad is a philanthropist, but to this day, I still don't know what that is, nor do I give a rat's ass. Ok, enough about my life. It's not that interesting, anyway.
"Yeah, you told me this before. Vanessa. It really can't be bad."
"Oh, yeah. Well, it only gets worse."
She explained the full story, "I know Logan because we met on the set of the movies our dad's movies. They were both directing and producing the same movie, and we met…"
I wasn't following but decided to listen. If Logan did what I think he did, then he was SO dead!
"Well, we dated. We were officially boyfriend and girlfriend. We decided to go public with it. Then it happened…" Vanessa looked down, and her voice was emotionless.
I grew angry, "TELL ME! WHAT THE HELL DID LOGAN DO TO YOU?"
"Fine! HE CHEATED ON ME!"
Silence fell over the room. I stared at my friend in disbelief. Logan—and Vanessa. What the hell? I couldn't breathe and suddenly I felt claustrophobic. Why I did care so much? It's like I liked Logan or anything. Sure, we argued a lot, but he dated my best friend? WHAT KIND OF FUCKTARD DID THAT? Like, honestly! Oh, wait, unfortunately, I couldn't yell at Logan because he didn't know that I and his ex-girlfriend had history.
But…what? What the fuck?
"What? Logan cheated on you!" I asked, angrily.
"Yes..." she nodded, and sounding like she was about to cry.
"'Nessa? Why the hell are you crying over him? Any guy that does that isn't worth it!"
She had two trails of black going down her face. She had ruined her eyeliner, and her mascara, but I was flippin' mad. She laughed a cold, bitter laugh, and the way she said my name…Damn, I don't want to admit, but it sent chills up my spine, though I couldn't show it.
"Dana…I'm past the tears of sadness stage. He slept with another girl, like, twenty minutes after he slept with me. We were at the premiere of the movie. That night, we had a few drinks, but Logan and I weren't totally drunk, but we were making out and yeah, one thing led to another and yeah, we had sex, Dana. He was my first," she explained, wiping her tears. "There's a reason why I'm here. One sole purpose. Revenge."
"Pig." I muttered under my breath. Who sleeps with two different girls in less than an hour? Oh, yeah, Logan Reese. Why was I so angry? Maybe because Logan used Vanessa as a fuck buddy, and then robbed her in the first place. Typical. Why do I care about Logan, though? I cannot, I will not, fall for Logan. I just can't. Even after what he did to my best friend. Vanessa is like a sister to me.
I'll die before I fall in love with that—LOSER! No way Jose! Not happening! Not now. Not ever! I, Dana Cruz, do NOT fall for scum. I can't be blamed if I do, though. Hypothetically speaking. He's just right in the right places—whoa, stop right there! As if on cue, Vanessa read my mind.
"You're fighting with your feelings, Day. I'm telling you this in total confidence. Don't tell the others. Especially Nicole. If you like Logan, go for it, because I know you can handle him. You can't be weak with Logan Reese. Ok?"
I could only nod. You know what? I need to go clear my head. This is too much. And you say I like Logan, I WILL throttle you!
"I'm out, ok 'Nessa. I just have to, you know, think about stuff…" I couldn't really finish my sentence or yell or do anything. I hugged her, and she hugged me back. We even did old handshake.
"Later, chica," she said, as I left the dorm.
"Right back at you, chica," I replied. I laughed a little because she hadn't called me that in like forever. The tension was stronger this time and I couldn't take it anymore. I opened the door, slamming it behind me and ran.
I just ran. I didn't know where I was going. I didn't care. I just ran.
Can someone answer me this question? If I haven't fallen for Logan, why is my vision all blurry, and why does my face feel wet, and why do I feel like I'm going die any second now?
I pushed all of those questions out of my head, for I don't like Logan. I NEVER WILL!
I ran.
Dana left.
Logan did this to me. He caused me pain. I gave him to the ultimate gift of a girl. My virginity! I wasn't crying anymore, but I just sat on my bed, and hugged my knees. I just stared into space and soon my mind wandered to that ill-fated night.
Memories…Gotta love them. Do you sense the sarcasm?
One year ago…
I stood fixing my hair in my dad's director's office. It was the premiere of the movie my dad, James Stevens, and Malcolm Reese had made together. I was psyched but not because of the movie. I had extensions in. Sexy ringlets that went down my back and it complimented my black and sliver gown nicely. It was a halter dress, and there was space in the back, and it went down all the way to my lower back. I had silver stilettos on. I was putting on my eyeliner. The black around my eyes made the colour in my eyes pop.
My diamond drop earrings were putting on, and I was applying coloured lip gloss and some eye shadow, mascara. My look was complete, but I was surprised to feel a pair of strong arms around my waist. I smiled because I knew who those rather sexy arms belonged to.
A pair of lips made contact made contact with my neck, and I giggled a little. I figured it would be cruel to let the boy suffer, and I let him have a little taste. I turned around to face my boyfriend, yes, you read correctly, BOYFRIEND…
I turned around and he was smirking sexily at me. My boyfriend's dad made this movie along with my father. Yeah, Malcolm made this movie too, and I'm dating his son, Logan. We made them do it. Our families have been fighting with each other for some unknown reason, but our fathers flipped out when they found out we were secretly dating. He had his arms around my waist.
He pulled me away and eyed me up and down.
"Well, you like?" I asked, spinning around.
Logan replied with a wink, "Let's just say, it'll be hard for me to keep my hands off you tonight."
"Oohh…you're dirty," I laughed, playfully smacking him on the arm. He laughed.
"You know you like it."
Logan held out his arm for me to take. I smiled I gladly took it. As we were walking, Logan had a moment of sincerity. He didn't smirk this time.
"Vanessa, you look stunning tonight. I mean it. I love you."
I kissed him on the lips, "I love you too, and you look quite sexy yourself."
We arrived to the grand ballroom, and were soon greeted by our fathers. Since we were dating, they had to get along for our sakes. Mr. Reese and my dad came and we planted fake smiles on our faces.
"Vanessa, you're looking beautiful this evening," Mr. Reese said. I nodded and smiled as a thank you. He turned to his son, who has holding my hand.
"Logan," Mr. Reese said. "You're looking sharp."
"Dad," Logan replied, giving my hand a light squeeze. "Yeah, thanks."
My father spoke, "Honey, you look lovely tonight. Your mother sends her love," my dad said, kissing me on the cheek. He spoke to my boyfriend. He sounded so fake, but at least that's in my opinion.
"You're looking well, Logan," my dad said blandly. I gave him a warning look that told him to be nice. He caught it and sighed. "Enjoy yourselves."
"Thanks, you too," Logan said to my father. There was a moment of silence. Was it me or was the place heating up? I broke the silence. This party was kind of bland, since it was the adults having fun and there was oldie music. What kind of DJ did our fathers hire? They sucked. The only thing good was the champagne going around. There was a crowd of teenagers hanging around the walls. This was sad.
"Um, with all due respect, this party, um, stinks." I pointed out. Logan knew where I was going with this.
"Yeah, like who planned this?" Logan asked, his eyes darting from his father to mine.
"We both did, son. James and I figured it was classy so classic theme," Mr. Reese explained, shifting nervously.
"Yeah, and besides you can still dance to Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. Right?" my dad defended, trying to do the Robot. Logan and I suppressed our laughs. Mr. Reese tried to join in by trying to do the Running Man. That's when Logan and I broke out laughing. We laughed so hard, and I had to wipe the tears attempting to fall. Logan and I tried to keep our sides from splitting, but it wasn't working. We look up to see our dad's arguing over who was the best dancer.
"See, James! I'm the best dancer. They're obviously laughing at you. I'm the one with the fancy footwork," Mr. Reese interjected. "The Reeses have always been exceptional dancers."
"Not you," Logan muttered under his breath. "You're genes must be faulty, because I can dance fine."
It's true. Boy, could Logan Reese move. I was a pretty good dancer myself. I could do every style…break dancing, popping, crumping…I could do any style as well as other styles but hip-hop was and is still is my favourite. Logan was fit…ok, ripped, and together we dominated the dance floor.
"I'm afraid you're wrong, Malcolm. It is I who has the dance moves. Where do you think Vanessa got them? I assure you, my daughter is a dancing machine. She inherited them from me!"
I whispered in Logan's ear, "He's right about one thing. I can dance, but I didn't get those moves, if that's what they are, from my dad."
Logan laughed, "How about we salvage what's left this party? Then, we can show them how it's done."
His brown eyes twinkled with a familiar spark. One filled with lust and desire. "Then we get some alone time?"
I replied, "I'd love that."
I put two fingers in my mouth and blew. A whistle-like sound rang out and the fathers turned to face us.
"We're going to fix this, and then show you what dancing is really about," Logan stated, matter-of-factly.
"Yeah," I agreed. "Starting with the music."
"Vanessa, you wouldn't," my dad said, narrowing my eyes at me. I flipped my hair off my shoulders and shot him a smirk.
"Watch me. Come on, Logan," I said, pulling my boyfriend along. We left leaving the two grown men speechless.
We walked across the empty dance floor, weaving our way through some socializing adults, sipping champagne. We made it to DJ Booth, and he seemed to know why we were there.
"Excuse, we'd like a request," I asked, being nice. Do you know how hard that was for me?
The DJ looked at us and shook his head no. Logan and I looked at each other, then at the guy in front of us. If we knew the power behind our last names, he would be shaking in his rather cheap shoes.
"Sorry, I only accept requests from Mr. Reese and Mr. Stevens. What they say goes."
"I'm sorry, but do you have any idea who we are?" Logan asked, crossing his arms, angrily. I was ready to deck this guy, and I would have if I wasn't in a $5000 gown.
"Nope, nor do I care," the DJ replied. What a snob! Okay, Logan and I were snobs too, but at least we had a reason. We were Hollywood royalty, and we were filthy, stinkin' rich!
"Oh my God, where are our manners?" I asked, in a sickly sweet voice. I turned to Logan.
"You're right, baby. God, beautiful and smart, we didn't introduce ourselves," Logan agreed, sarcastically smiling at the disk jockey.
"We're Vanessa Stevens and Logan Reese, you know, son and daughter of James Stevens and Malcolm Reese," Logan explained. "And you are?"
The DJ stared at us, and paled, then nervously rubbed the back of his neck.
"Now that we've been acquainted, give us the request. NOW," I demanded in a dangerously low tone.
Logan whispered, "Nice touch."
"Oh, I am, like so sorry, what song would like to hear?" the DJ asked, his voice quivering. Who ever said that we couldn't snap our fingers and get whatever we wanted was on crack.
"Ok, um, some Missy Elliot and Nelly Furtado would be good, and then some Panic! At the Disco, Billy Talent and some Pussycat Dolls, Shakira…" I started. "What else would you like, Logan? I ran out of people to name."
"Ok, um, some Papa Roach, Green Day, oh, man, my favourite, Avenged Sevenfold!"
I looked at him, "You listen to Avenged Sevenfold?"
He shrugged, "Of course…when I'm feeling evil. It sets the mood."
"I know. I have my evil moments as well. They're perfect," I replied, smiling at him. "Speaking of evil, can I have some Evanescence in there? They're dark."
Logan nodded and turned to me, "For the end, I would like James Blunt…the song 'You're Beautiful'
I knew what he meant, and blushed.
"Got all of that?" Logan asked, glaring at the DJ.
"Yes, Mr. Reese…Ms. Stevens," the DJ replied, nervously. That's right...that's the reaction I was going for. "Have a good night."
"Good," I said, smirking at him. "And believe me, we will."
Just then some coloured lights went off, and "Work It" blared on the speakers. This was one of my favourite songs. I absolutely loved this song.
"Oh my God. I love this song!" I yelled to Logan, over the music.
"Wanna dance…then make out?" he yelled back. "This song is cool. Missy's awesome!"
"Yeah!"
I pulled Logan on to the dance floor, slowly flooding with kids our age. The adults looked steamed, but I didn't care. My dress was long and my heels were killing me, so I threw them off and my dress was at knee level because I wanted to dance, so tied that way. I guess I was dancing barefoot. Oh, well.
Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it
("I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" - backwards 2X)
If you got a big elephant, let me search ya
To find out how hard I gotta work ya
("I put my thing down, flip and reverse it" - backwards 2X)
I told you, Logan and I dominated the dance floor. Soon he let me go, and I began pop and lock, and crump and the same time. In minutes, Logan joined me again, and the others teens cleared the floor. They were cheering our names. It was a rush. We were dancing together again, and I left Logan alone and he began to break dance like it was a piece of cake.
I'd like to get to know ya, so I can show ya
Put the pussy on ya, like I told ya
Gimme all your numbers so I can phone ya
Your girl acting stank than call me ov-ah
Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa
Call before you come, I need to shave my cho-cha
You do or you don't or you will or you won't cha
Go downtown and eat it like a vul-cha
See my hips and my tips don'tcha
See my ass and my lips don'tcha
Lost a few pounds in my whiffs for ya
This the kinda beat that go wa-ta-ta
Ra-ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta-ta-ta
Sex me so good I say blah-blah-blah
Work it! I need a glass of wat-ah
Boy oh boy its good to know ya
"LOGAN! VANESSA!" the crowd around us cheered. Our dad's came and watched with champagne glasses in their hands. Their jaw dropped.
"You ready, Vanessa? Follow me!"
"Baby! I was born ready," I replied Logan.
Soon we were dancing in synch. We did every hip-hop move possible. Logan even had a little trick. I made me laugh a little, as I stopped dancing and let my boyfriend have the dance floor. He danced and placed his hand over his chest, and made it look like his heart was beating out of his chest (A/NYou guys know what trick I'm talking about, right?)
If you're a fly gyal, get your nails done
Get a pedicure, get your hair did
Boy lift it up, lets make a toast-ah
Lets get drunk, its gon bring us clos-ah
Don't I look like a Halle Berry post-ah?
See dem Belvedere playin tricks on ya
Girlfriend wanna be like me nev-ah
You won't find a bitch that's even bett-ah
I make it hot as Las Vegas weath-ah
Listen up close while I take you backwards
("Watch the way Missy like to take it backwards" - backwards)
I'm not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want
I love your braids and your mouth full of funk
Love the way my ass ba-bump ba-bump bump
Keep your eyes on my ba-bump ba-bump bump
And think you can handle this ga-donk ga-donk donk
Take my thong off and my ass go boom
Cut the lights off so you see what I can do
Boys, boys, all type of boys
Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys
? thanga thang? thanga thang
Girls, girls, get that cash
If its 9 to 5 or shakin ya ass
Ain't no shame ladies, do your thang
Just make sure you ahead of tha game
Just cause I got a lot of fame sup-ah
Prince couldn't get me change my name papa
Kunta Kinte, enslave a game, no sir
Picture black sayin, "Oh yessuh massa"
Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor
Minute man, big men can outlast ya
Who is the best? I don't have to ask ya
When I come out, you won't even matt-ah
Why you act dumb like ughhh, duh
So you act dumb like ughhh, duh
And the drummer boy go pa-rum pa-pum pum
Give ya some some some of this Cinnabon
The song faded out, and a new song played. We walked over to the grown men, known as our fathers, and smirked but we were breathing fairly hard.
"And that…is how you (puff) dance," I said, being the smart-ass I knew I was. Logan and I took their champagnes, downed it, and gave it back empty. I wasn't drunk, but I was feeling a little light-headed. I wanted to dance some more.
"Touch It (Remix)" blared loudly on the speakers. Thank God, for surround sound. Logan turned to me.
"I'm going to sit this one out, ok?"
"Ok," I yelled and kissed on the cheek.
Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it
I ran onto the floor again, and I pooped and locked, like crazy. Everyone cleared the floor, and watched me go. Okay, I admit. The champagne had some influence, but I wasn't drunk. I didn't want to be some part of a teenage statis- statis- …ok, forget that, but I wasn't drunk! I was on fire! Yeah, Go 'Nessa…it's your birthday!
Ok, time for some crump! Aw, yeah. You can't handle that! HAHAHA!
Aiy yo Swizz (It ain't over) we done created another epidemic for the streets nigga
Just when y'all thought it was safe to poke your head out again, let's go!
I know you thought we was finished, Flipmode bitch!
(G-Unit!) Yeah! Streetsweepers!
REMIX We Bout' Ta Do It Again! REMIX We Bout' Ta Do It Again! REMIX
Aiy yo just imagine if they cut the lights off in the club
I'm on fire, now bitch! Yeah, watch and learn. This is how you do the Robot, dad! I began doing the robot and then the Running Man. I'm so not wasted. Oh, yeah, here's come the crump. Yeah, back it up…Nessa!
"VANESSA! VANESSA! VANESSA!"
Yeah, that's right. Cheer my name! You'll be seeing this face! Back it up, Vanessa!
Grrrrrrrrr
(Get low X) Anything it's took, it's gone be a breakdown
Come through like "hmmm, what I'm goon take now?"
Whatever the fuck I want, trust me dog
It gets ugly even when it comes to the hunt (TURN IT UP)
NIGGAZ LIKE TO STUNT, YOU WANNA TO FRONT
I'MA HIT YOU AND YOUR MAN
AND IMA HIT YOU WHERE YOU STAND (WHAT)
NIGGAZ AIN'T BUILT FOR NOTHIN BUT FRONTIN
COME THROUGH, FAGGOTS HIT THE SECURITY FRONTIN (Get Low X)
Get that do, What that do? How that do?
Fuck you faggot, I shot at you
And what? You and you mans butt, you in your man's truck
But your chance is up, not get up (TURN IT UP!)
YOU KNOW HOW THAT SHIT GOES, LET THAT SHIT GO
AIN'T NOTHIN CHANGE, BEEN THE SAME FROM THE GETGO (WHAT)
GET UP OUT THAT WHIP YO, I AIN'T GON' TELL YOU AGAIN
FUCK IT, SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND
You know what? I'm break dancing. I began doing the Harlem Shake, and blew some imaginary dust off my shoulder, and I looked sexy doing it. In five minutes, I was full on breaking.
Touch it- bring it - babe - watch it -
turn it - leave it - stop - format it
The song faded out, and I stopped breathing heavily again. I waved a hand in front of me, and sighed deeply. The crowd cheered and I blew kisses to the crowd. Logan took my hand and we walked off the dance floor. I untied my dress so it fell again, and I carried my heels and we walked—
I shook myself out of that flashback. I didn't want to think about it anymore. Truth be told, that was the best night of my life. Why did Logan have to be so idiotic? He just had to break my heart. He probably thought I was easy… Yeah, that's it.
He's a soulless freak that is incapable of feeling and emotions. Damn Logan! I'm glad I told Dana, though. I won't however, let my past deter her from being happy. The only person I want miserable is my oh so "saintly" ex. Haha! Saintly my ass! I crack myself up!
I told her everything. I know she was trying to be a good friend to me, but my gut feeling says she couldn't take it. She'll come around, I hope. I want her to be happy with Logan, even if it is him. I know Dana swears up and down, she doesn't like him, but I don't buy it. I just didn't say anything because it would start an argument. Trust me when I say, Dana can argue. Her mom is a lawyer, obviously. Well, I was new to PCA. Who was I going to go see?
Chase?
No, probably too busy whining over Zoey. I have a short fuse right now and I don't have the time to hear it right now. I think Chase is great, but hook up with the girl for crying out loud!
Michael?
I told you I liked him, but no. Maybe later. He's cool though, I'd lay off dating for a while because I need to heal first. But I love Michael. He's great.
Zoey?
Nah, I just saw her.
Nicole?
Oh, God. Help us all. She'll babble me to death, but I do think she's friendly, though. She's just, um, what's a nice way of putting it? Alert. There, I think that fits.
Dana?
Just saw her like 5 seconds ago, and I live with her.
Logan?
I laughed at this though. Yeah, right. Whereabouts are unknown to me, and I could care less. He can go choke on a starfish or a hermit crab. I wish a random crab would pinch his ass.
That leaves Quinn…yeah, she was a bit on the awkward side, but I wanted to get to know her better.
I got off my bed and I changed into a black t-shirt that said in white letters, "Got Vanessa?" I pulled on some white jeans, put on a bit of eyeliner and eye shadow, with a touch of lip gloss. I put black sandals, and I was off to find Quinn. Something told me I was in for a surprise.
As I was leaving my dorm, I could hear the clinging of metal, coming from Room 102, and assumed it was most likely Quinn, working on a weird invention. I let out an involuntary shudder. My curiously outweighed my fear and I let my curiosity get the better of me. The door was already unlocked so I let myself in. Hey, I'm not the sunniest person around but I know what privacy is, even though it's Quinn…and she kind of freaks me out. She was standing over a table, holding tubes with different coloured liquids. She looked hard at work, like she was almost done with a new invention.
"There! My new Quinnvention is complete!" Quinn said happily. Hey, if I had owned rights to Dolce & Gabana and became John Gotti's wife, I'd be happy too. Hmm, Vanessa Gotti… That has a nice ring to it. I snapped out of it, and turned my attention to Quinn, who was now doing a little happy dance. She's not bad of a dancer for a science freak. She has the body for it. She saw me, and instantly stopped, clearly embarrassed.
"Oh. Hey Vanessa. I didn't, um, see you come in. I'm sorry about the little charade. Please accept my humblest apologies," Quinn said to me, kind of blushing. Or I think that's was she was doing.
I laughed, and smiled. God, I haven't smiled since… ok, I need to stop thinking about that. I'll deal with it later.
"It's cool, Quinn," I smiled at her. This was the start of a beautiful friendship.
"So? What do you got there, Quinn?" I asked, rocking on my heels. She pulled me over a table with a sheet covering the surprise she had created. It was like a brainchild to her.
"You're just in time! This is my new Quinninvention…" she explained, as I watched rip the sheet off and smiled with pride. My eyes went wide, and then an idea popped into my head. You know because I was smirking quite evilly…
A/N: Clifhanger! What's Vanessa planning and what does Quinn's invention have to do with it? Next Chapter might be in Dana's POV, and Vanessa's POV, with a bit of everyone in there. I don't know, but I'd like to hear your ideas/comments.
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