A/N: Here's chapter 4, guys! Thanks for reviewing this story as well as The Power of Love. I need more ideas so send me your comments for this story or my other one. Input would be greatly appreciated.

Chapter 4: So Real These Voices In My Head

I ran.

I don't why the hell I ran, but I did and strangely I have no regrets. Why should I care Vanessa and Logan screwed each other and were in a relationship? Why should it matter to me if they were in a high profile relationship? It's not like I like Logan, anyway. He's a jerk, a sexist pig, and thinks—no knows—every girl will come running to him when he snaps his fingers.

How can I love Logan—wait! Did I just use the "L" word? Oh, shit.

Why are there tears, rolling down my face if I don't care? Damn, allergies! They're making my eyes water. I'm getting this really nasty feeling in the pit of my stomach, and my mouth tastes like blood. No! I'm not jealous! As I said before: Why do I care? I'm storming around PCA in a blind rage. Good, now they know Danger Cruz is back and everything is everything is cool. I swear, anyone that dares glance my way is dead. Everything is back to normal. Back to normal. What's normal, honestly.

I need to stop thinking about the stupidest things, like Logan and Vanessa—ok, stop it! I hope I'm close to Sushi Rox because if not, there will be bloodshed.

Ooo, that sounded like I was on PMS. Do I care? No, not really. As I made my way to Sushi Rox, Vanessa's three words ring in my head over and over.

Logan cheated on me…Logan cheated on me…Logan cheated me…

Stupid thoughts. I wanna stop thinking for a while. Now, I can because I see Nicole waving me over and screaming my name like a wild banshee. Better go sit down so I can shut her up. I wonder what Nicole has to say this time. Oh, that's a dumb question. What doesn't she have to say?

Nicole and Zoey were sitting together. Figures. I finally got to god-awful table. Ok, it's not hideous but I don't want to be here. Why am I in this mood again? Right, I know why but it has nothing…absolutely to do with Logan. Nothing at all. Anyone wanna contradict me and tell me different? Yeah, that what I thought…

Great, Nicole. Thank you for interrupting my thought processes. You wouldn't know because thinking at all is rare for you. Don't try it…you might hurt yourself and end up with a brain haemorrhage or maybe a brain aneurysm. Oh, well. I don't care. Zoey spoke and greeted me.

"Hey Dana."

"Hey, Zo," I replied back. I only did because I didn't want Zoey and Nicole on my nerves. Only Nicole would enter with a topic that was completely random. Grr!

"Ohmigosh! Zoey! Dana! I think the new delivery guy just winked at me! Ohmigosh! I can't believe he winked at me!"

"That's great, Nicole," Zoey replied, while taking a sip of her water. I just rolled my eyes, once more. Did I mention how much I don't want to be here? Nothing works more than false hope.

"Ever think that maybe he has some sort of facial twitch and you're just in his line of vision? It is possible, but no, because he decided to waste his valuable time winking at you," I explained, with every bit of sarcasm weaving through my words. Nicole, obviously, didn't get it, and assumed I was being serious. Wow, every day she hits a new level of stupidity.

Nicole's face lit up, "You think so, Dana?"

"Uh, let me actually think about that…No!"

Zoey looked up and started yelling at ME! ME! What the hell did I do? Now the blonde "angel" herself has the guts to get all in my face. All I did was tell Nicole the truth. Oh, fuck this!

"Dana! Lay off Nicole! I understand something's bugging you but can we just go five minutes without you trying to rip Nicole's head off?"

Ok, that's it. She's dead. Zoey has 5 seconds to get out of my face…

Five…

Zoey's still going on and on about how I shouldn't be so nasty toward Nicole. My hands are instinctively balled into fists.

Four…

The blood underneath my skin begins to boil. I'm turning a deep shade of crimson. If only Zoey knew the day I've had…

Three…

Ok, in about two seconds she'll be acquainted with Latina inside of me. Fine, in my family you're very temperamental…

Two…

Is she going? Seriously, she better get out of my face or I'll be the reason behind Chase's heartbreak. NO, I would never think of Chase like that!

One…

"Where the hell do you get off yelling at me or telling me what to do, Brooks?" I yelled, causing some other students to stop eating and stare at our table.

I snapped quite loudly, "WHAT? WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT? YOU NEVER SEEN SOMEONE YELL BEFORE?"

They all stopped staring immediately and focused on their tables.

"What's your problem, Dana? You weren't with Nicole and me when we came, and now you come back angrier than usual. I know you and Vanessa had a talk, so what happened? Did she tell you why she hates Logan so much?" Zoey asked. I didn't want to talk about it. You know, that really gross feeling I had the pit of my stomach before; it's back ten times worse. Why did my heart just beat a thousand times faster when Logan's name was mentioned? Ok, I really don't want to be here.

"Nothing. Forget it," I muttered.

"Come on Dana. It can't be all bad—" Nicole started.

"I SAID FORGET IT OKAY! I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT ANYMORE!" Great, I was back to yelling again. Zoey looked at me, her eyes worried, but she dare not question me.

"Ok, Dana. We won't ask about it anymore," Zoey said, softly. I could tell she was worried, but I had my own crap to deal with.

Why was I mad, really? Honestly, I didn't know this time. Could it be because of what Logan did to my best friend? Yeah, that's why and if you say it's not…I'll slug you. I have fists and pretty long nails and I'm not afraid to use them! Don't even try to make assumptions on who I like, because it sure as isn't Logan! Although—NO!

I don't fall for lowlifes like that!

Argh! I need to stop fighting with myself. I want to go back to my dorm or something. I was going to leave with or without them.

"I'm leaving. I don't feel like eating. I'm not gonna stop you if you want to back to the dorm if you want to, but just stay out of my way, and we'll be good. Move!" I announced to my other roommates, shoving past them to get out of Sushi Rox to get out.

I turned on my heel, and walked off, leaving Nicole and Zoey there. I just had to fix things…like thought-wise. How could one person mess me up so bad? Oh, and for your information, I feel kind of queasy. Maybe it's the fish. Yeah, those dreaded creatures. Too much raw fish for my taste. I got to my dorm finally. I heard weird noises coming from Quinn's room, but I don't want to know what she's doing in there. I have a headache the size of Mount Everest. As I slowly made my way to my bed, I found a note on black paper written with silver pen:

Dana, Zoey, Nicole—

Gone exploring. I should be back later, or something. See you ladies later, and then we can have a girls night out or something…I don't know.

PS. Dana, remember what we talked about. Please don't tell the others, at least not yet. Thanks for being my best friend, just like back in NY. Ok, I'm rambling. I have a campus calling my name, so I'm outtie.

--Love 'Nessa.

I put the note down and lay down on my bed, thinking. Just what I needed. A couple voices of my subconscious torturing and taunting me before I can get some peace and quiet, also known as, some sleep.

Don't fight them, Dana. You love Logan so bad it hurts.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block the voices out, but they only came faster. I hated this so much. Shut up, you damn voices.

You would give anything to feel Logan's lips against yours.

No! I don't! I hate Logan! HATE HIM! HATE HIM! The voice laughed as if I was a 5-year-old, who was so naïve. I hugged my knees as my eyes remained squeezed shut. My stomach twisted into knots and my heart beat so fast, I thought it was going to stop, and I would die right there. Maybe I should have.

You have such a need for Logan Reese, such lust, such desire…you can't handle it. Admit it. Face the one thing you can't stand the most.

I opened my eyes as tears leaked out. Angry tears. The voices were right. The damn voices were right! I do want Logan, more than anything.

I guess Juliet was right…

My only love sprung from my only hate. That's right, I love Logan.

I, Dana Cruz, loves Logan Reese…and I hate myself for it.

A/N: Wow! That was fun to write, honestly. It was fun writing in Dana's POV. Please note that in Chapter 2 I ended with the guys coming over to Brenner. That's still happening but I wanted to write about the events leading up to that part in the story. Just needed to clear that up so you guys weren't confused. Ok, anyway. I won't be updating till the end of June so, yeah, I hope this chapter will keep you guys entertained until then.

I know it doesn't seem like nothing now, but drama does lie ahead. Trust me… The next chapter will probably be Zoey's POV with everyone thrown in.

You guys know the drill! Drop me some reviews…I'll be your best friend if you do :)

--Tears On My Pillow (Erika x3)