A/N: Thanks for the reviews I received for the next chapter. I know there was nothing there, but in this chapter, drama, drama, and more drama. For all of the Michael fans, he does have a big part in this chapter and as well, as the next. It will be pretty long. There is a blossoming love triangle, or maybe a love square. I only got 3 reviews for Chapter 5, but it's ok. It's better than nothing, so my love for the readers remains the same.

Chapter 6: Confused and Hating It

Getting ready for this type of thing isn't as easy as it looks. Nicole was panicking over what to wear. Only one day, I have to deal with her fashion problems. Lucky me. She ran to me holding up twp tops and two skirts. Can't she see I'm putting on eyeliner? If I become blind because I accidentally stab my retinas, she'll become blind with my fist crashing into her corneas. More high-pitched screaming.

"Which one, Nessa? This top or this top? I'm confused with to what to wear. What if I dress horrible, then I look terrible, and guys won't want me, and if guys won't marry me, I don't have kids, and if I don't have kids, I'll be a lonely old lady with 27 cats!"

"Nicole! Calm down," I shouted, slightly, grabbing her shoulders. "Wear the pink halter top with the white mini. Light makeup, ok?"

She nodded and let out a small squeal. Nicole gushed to Zoey about my great fashion sense. No surprise, there. My mom was a supermodel and now she's the director of the world's fastest growing modelling agency, En Vogue Models.

"Vanessa has great fashion sense! I think she does! Don't you, Zo?" Nicole gushed mindlessly. Sometimes I wondered if Nicole had an off button hidden somewhere.

"Yeah, she's awesome," Zoey replied, giving me 'I-like-Nicole-and-all-but-help-me' look. I only shrugged. Zoey was wearing a black tank exposing a bit of her stomach and some 'Daisy Duke' shorts. It looked cute, and if she was trying to give Chase a heart attack, she would definitely succeed. She swears she doesn't like him, I see differently, and so can everyone else at PCA.

Finally I'm done putting on my eyeliner. My eyes are these amazing shade of green. Almost like Chase's but his are lighter than mine. The only difference is that mine has flecks of grey in them. I'm only part African-American. Let's go back to the Stevens family tree, shall we? You don't care, you say? Tough!

Okay, my dad is half African-American. He's also half Cherokee. I have some Native in me too. My mother is also half African-American. She's part also part Irish. So, big ups to St. Patrick! That's where I got her eyes from. My grandmother also has the green eyes.

For some reason, I feel the Irish blood in me acting up, and I'm in a green mood. I put some green hoops in my ears. Did I mention I have a belly button piercing? I guess not. Anyone wanna guess the colour of the stud? Yeah, it's actually one of those double stud piercings, but the studs inside are green. A stud lies on the top of my left ear too. I have a green top that says, "The hottest chicks are IRISH ONES" and it has a glittery four-leaf clovers. It exposes least 6 inches of flesh so my piercing is noticeable, and I do sport killer abs. My hair is straightened a tumbles down my back, so I decided to curl it, so it's done in loose curls, and it frames my faces perfectly. I have side bangs too. I'm wearing jean short shorts, like Zoey. Yeah, like I'm really going to walk around in my panties…although I look damn hot in them!

We're all changed but where's Dana? She probably in the bathroom, but she's been in there for a while. She was pretty mad so I'm going to check if she's okay.

"Hey, um, anyone know how long Dana's been in there?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No, but I hope she's okay," Zoey replied.

I went over to the bathroom, and I knocked. I hope, honestly that Dana was okay. She was my best friend, but was what I told her was too much? I laughed at this thought. This is Dana we're talking about. The girl that gave Jimmy Klassen a black eye in the third grade for not letting her play baseball because she was a girl.

I knocked again. This time the door opened and an arm yanked me in. What the hell? The door was closed behind me, and I was face-to-face with Dana.

Vanessa's the only one I can trust now. She's actually seen me cry before. What she told me made mad, though.

Logan's an ass.

I hate myself for loving him. I'm Dana Cruz! I DON'T fall in love with people like or similar to Logan Reese. What am I? On crack? I'm sitting on the floor, angry! Pissed off as hell! Damn it! All because of Zoey's infatuation—NO!—obsession with Chase. Everyone suffers for it! How could Logan do such a thing? She's my best friend. Vanessa's rich but she's not a snob, and she's not spoiled. Vanessa got down on the floor, and threw her arm around me. It was silent for about 30 seconds.

Remember the voices that came before I was able to sleep? They stopped by for another visit. I hate them! They're almost as bad as getting your period! Correction, they're worse, because your period goes away in about 5 days. I'm not sure how long the voices will stay in my subconscious, and this fact makes me madder.

Long lost words whisper slowly to me
Still can't find what keeps me here
When all this time I've been so hollow inside
I know you're still there

Fuck Logan because I hate him for capturing my heart.

Fuck Zoey because—well, just because. I can't deal with her! It was her stupid idea, inviting the guys over here anyways.

Fuck everything!

Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Fearing you loving you
I won't let you pull me down

Hunting you I can smell you - alive
Your heart pounding in my head

You love Logan, sweetheart. Get over it! You'll never be rid of him. He continues to haunt you without realizing it.

Shut up! Don't ever call me, sweetheart again! Do you hear me? Damn them for being right. He continues to haunt me and he doesn't even know what the hell he's doing.

Idiot.

Great voice number 2. I'm pretty sure I can hear Vanessa trying to call me. Trying to reach out to me and snap me out of it, but it's not working. I'm trapped in my own subconscious, and I'm arguing with myself. The voice laughs, mocking me.

I believe YOU are the idiot, Dana. You like having Logan flirt with you. As I said before, you will always have Logan on your mind 24/7. Does it hurt, Dana? Does it hurt knowing he had sex with your best friend? Don't you wish it were you? Don't you wish you could feel Logan's body against yours?

Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Saving me, raping me, watching me

How dare the voice call me an idiot? Vanessa's trying to call me, again. She's screaming my name now. Sorry, I want to answer you, but my goddamned mouth isn't working! Argh! What the hell! The next four words caused my tear ducts to go on overload. Usually, those things are desert dry, but it's pushed me over the edge. Each word getting louder…

Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Fearing you... loving you
I won't let you pull me down

YOU. LOVE. LOGAN. REESE.

I broke down, and punched the ceramic tile floor with every sob that came out. Vanessa wrapped me in her arms and let me cry. Fucking voices were right! They always are!

"God, I love him…I love him!" I sobbed, as more tears fell.

"Shh. Dana, it'll be okay," Vanessa soothed, as she hugged me. I let more tears fall.

Logan's voice rang over and over in my head. The three words that would annoy me and excite me at the same time.

Wanna make out…Wanna make out…Wanna make out… Wanna make out…

No! Stop it! I won't let Logan Reese ruin my life, but I won't let him be a part of it either. I stopped sobbing and Vanessa sat with me. We've always been there for each other. I was always for her when her parents divorced and I think she is just returning the favour, trying to help me with whatever crisis I was going through. I wasn't even sure myself.

"Dana. You okay, hun?" Vanessa asked worriedly. Her eyes. Those emerald eyes had so much concern in them.

"Yeah…"

She wiped my tears away, but she raised an eyebrow. "You're lying, Day. Something's up. What's eating you?"

I told her I was fine! What more did she want? I sighed. I was going to tell her, because she gathered up the courage to tell me her shit, right? Okay, here goes.

I waited for her to say something. Anything. At least, I would know she wasn't brain-dead. I thought I heard her mutter something along the lines of "love", but I didn't catch it.

"Dana, speak up," I said, looking kind of confused.

"I said, I love Logan…" she said, slightly louder, "and I'm not supposed to."

I was quiet for about a minute. I twirled a lock of my curly hair around my finger. I didn't know what to say. Did it bother her that Logan and I had a "thing" a while back? If it did, it wasn't supposed to. Logan is the one that decided to ruin things, so I broke it off, but I'm still bitter. I'm not playing the victim at all. I have reasons for being the way I am. I just want Mr. I-Think-I'm-All-That to suffer a little—ok, a lot. An eye for an eye, right?

"Well, what makes you think you're not supposed to love him?" I asked.

"For one, it's Logan, 'Nessa. He's a jerk. I've always hated him, but the more I hate him, the deeper in love I fall. I can't understand it. You've known me forever. I don't fall in love, Vanessa, and even if I do…it's not with chauvinistic pigs like Logan. You guys had a…thing, anyways. I'm extremely pissed off about he did to you. I bet he didn't even know the name of the bimbo, he slept with anyway, and even that doesn't faze me because—"

I finished, "You love him?"

"Yes," she confirmed, putting her hands in her hands, "What the hell is wrong with me, Vanessa?"

I laughed, "Dana, just because Logan and I had a thing, that doesn't mean I came here to win him back. I came back to get revenge on the bastard. I won't let my past stop you from being happy. If you want to be with him, go for it. I just don't want to see you hurt. You're like the sister I never had. I know you can handle little dicks, like Logan Reese, so go for it. Besides, I kind of... maybe…like someone else."

Dana had a smirk on her face, "Who?"

I opened the bathroom door a little crack and Zoey and Nicole were still pre-occupied. Thank God. I closed it, again.

"Ok, I'll tell you but you are sworn to secrecy, Cruz!" I sternly, but playfully, warned.

"Yeah, yeah, I won't tell a soul. Now who's the lucky dude?"

I blushed, "Michael."

"You like Michael?"

I hushed her down. God help us all if Nicole hears, "Shhh, do you want Nicole to hear? And yes! I like him."

She shrugged, "Yeah, it'll be around campus by tomorrow morning."

"Why do you think I got dressed like this?" I asked, gesturing up and down at my outfit.

She shook head at me, laughing, "Same old Stevens. When did you get the belly button piercing done? It looks hot."

I answered, "Oh this? About 6 months ago. It hurt for about a day, but it was no big. Yeah, I'm flexing my Irish roots, today."

"Yeah, remember you're also black and Cherokee."

I smiled, and rolled my eyes, "Of, course. Now let's get you cleaned up."

"Yes, Mom," Dana said, sarcastically.

We linked arms and walked out of the bathroom. It was just like old times. Just the way we both wanted it.

We walked out of the bathroom and Zoey and Nicole gave us confused looks. What were they staring at? Vanessa and I looked at each other, and we did our old handshake. No matter how many years we've been apart, that handshake never gets old. I walked over to the counter and put on my eyeliner and some lip gloss. I think I'm starting to get tired of the curly-haired look. I took Nicole's hair straightner, and straightened my own hair. Took me a while but I did it. If she complains, she can bite me.

I just grabbed the first thing that came to my closet. A black tank that said 'Like What U See?' in big white letters going across the bust and caprice. Black ones, of course. What colour did you think I was going to wear? Pink? Sorry, that's Nicole's department and I dare not venture there. Not on my life! Nicole always has had a problem with me wearing dark colours. Today isn't any different.

"Do you always have to wear black, Dana?" Nicole asked, while wrinkling up her nose in disgust.

"Yeah, do you always have to ogle every guy you see? Like I don't know…unibrow wearing delivery guys?" I spat back angrily. Nicole turned to Zoey. Wuss! Can't even fight her own battles.

"See, Zo! Even Dana noticed the gross unibrow," whined Nicole. Vanessa changed the subject. Thank God.

"So, Zoey? Why did you do this to us, again?" she asked. She knew why, but watching Zoey get all flustered was hilarious! "Maybe because of a certain green-eyed bushy-haired boy?"

"Uh, no," Zoey replied, uncertainly. Oh, come on. Who is she trying to fool here?

"Liar," I muttered under my breath.

"Alright, Day. Your hair looks sexy," Vanessa told me. "Right back at you, Nessa."

Zoey spoke up, "So, what game are we playing anyways?"

"Me! Me! Me! I know one! SPIN THE BOTTLE" Nicole screamed.

I was rubbing my temples in an effort to restrain myself from strangling Nicole. Seriously. Luckily, Vanessa came prepared. She fetched an empty bottle from the closet. It was clean and thank God for that too, because I wouldn't want to touch that. I still don't want to play but complaining won't get you anywhere. No one said anything about pouting, though.

I sat there and pouted until the guys got here. What fun, I'm having…

NOT!

Yes! I'm going over to see Vanessa! Thank you, God. I think I'm in love. Ok, my breath is minty fresh. There's a reason for that, actually. Chase and I downed all of the breath mints while walking. I'm sorry, I'm nervous, so is Chase. Sometimes I wonder if that boy will ever tell her. Something will happen, though. My gut feeling says so.

Logan has some secret big secret, and I'm determined to get it out of him, or it'll come out by itself.

Damn, I've got it bad for Vanessa. She's so beautiful and she's got something so exotic about her. They always say foreign girls are exotic but she's pretty much American and she looks exotic to me, anyway. Maybe it's the amazing green eyes and the laid-back personality. We're both like that, and we both love basketball. Need I say more? The laid-back part, yeah. My eyes are simply brown. I don't want to brag, but I can dance, you know. Yeah, I'm definitely in love. That's my future wife, right there.

Vanessa Barrett.

Vanessa Stevens-Barrett.

Vanessa Barrett-Stevens.

The walk to Brenner Hall was amazingly silent. I say this, because Logan hasn't made one smart-ass remark. Either he's deep in thought like I am, and I know Chase is, or he's broken and ran out of pick-up lines. Chase seems content and I'm cool with it.

Wait, Logan…thought…Nah!

I'm walking over to Brenner. I'm going to see Zoey. The girl I'm in love with. I ate 10 breath mints on way here. Michael downed some too. Logan probably thinks we're retards now. Don't laugh, but I choked on my breath mints. Well, I told you not to laugh! It's not my fault I have terrible gag reflexes. Or maybe I'm nervous. Or a bit of both.

I'm going to see Zoey. It's Friday. I hope something happens, than I'll kill Michael for feeding me this crap about fate making things happen, then once I get that out of my system, we'll be best friends all over again. See, I'm smart. I've got everything planned. You know how many times I've hurt myself because of Zoey?

Last year, she walked by me while I was riding on my bike, and I collided head-on into the flagpole. I don't quite remember, but it did hurt. Again, with the bike and the bad luck. This year, I rode my bike down a flight of steps.

Yeah, my bike is cursed but I'm happy with it. See, I ride, Logan's skateboards and surfs, and Michael's happy with rollerblades. We only use those if we're like super late to class.

Ok, we're getting off-topic here. Back to Zoey. Wow, where do I start. We're best friends. I'd do anything for her. I love her. There! I said it! She's just so…I don't know. Honest. Pure. She's easy on the eyes too. She's beautiful, too. Her smile just lights up the room. Okay, I'm being corny, but it's the truth. I'll love her till the day I die. It's like she as made for me. Geeze, the whole school already groups the two of us together. It's annoying sometimes…but I like it, when they do that.

Chase and Zoey this…

Zoey and Chase that…

The perfect song pops into my head. It's actually Story of the Year.

Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you, for you
Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you

As years go by
I race the clock with you
But if you died right now
You know that I'd die too
I'd die too

It's actually Logan's CD, but I "borrowed" it. Logan loves All-American Rejects, I love any type of rock. For some reason, I'm into heavy metal, like Avenged Sevenfold, and maybe a bit of Iron Maiden. Sometimes, if I'm mellow, some Linkin Park and Billy Talent. They're old, but hey, they're cool. I like them. Michael loves rap, everything from Eminem to T.I. but his absolute favourite is Chamillionare. Ridin' Dirty is his ringtone actually.

The three of us found a cool band. Fort Minor. It's actually rap and rock. We love them! We have them as our alarm clock, so sometimes Michael wakes up rapping to it, and he's not that bad. I can play almost all of their songs on the guitar. I love playing Red To Black. Sometimes Michael joins in and raps, and if Logan isn't in a jerky mood, he'll join too and sing. He doesn't totally suck. I know. Shocker. I have Logan on tape singing to Panic! At Disco, but don't tell him that. I'll use it for blackmail later. What? I can't be sneaky and underhanded once in a while? Well, Logan and I are like their number one fans, so what can you do? Michael swears he doesn't like them, but I've heard things…

Great, I've rambled. Oh, shit! We're here. We're actually standing in front of Room 101. I've been in this room so many times, why am I freaked out now? Oh, right. The love of my life is behind that door.

Only Chase and Michael would be worried about something like a girl. Am I worried? Hell, no. I mean, look at me. I 'm hot, sexy, adorable and I have PCA's female population wrapped my rather sexy pinkie. I'm not worried about a thing, but I am keeping my guard up. Vanessa Stevens is an evil, evil girl. Incredibly sexy, but evil. I'm ready for anything she has to dish out because I know everything about her. Everything from her conniving mind to every inch of her body. When I say every inch, I MEAN every inch.

Ok, she's a piece of ass! Then again, I don't do encores, but Vanessa knows what she's doing. Like, really knows what she's doing. She reminds me of Dana. They almost have similar personalities. She can't blame me for everything that happened. We were both high as a kite, and drunk out of our minds. What was the other girl's name anyway? Was it Tammy? No, maybe it was Tanya. I don't know, but that was good sex, I tell ya.

I hate that Vanessa's at PCA, but I like fighting with her. It's all in the family. The Reeses will win, however. I can tell with she's pissed because her eyes change shades. Damn those sexy eyes for being green and captivating. I mean, Dana's brown are the sexy and mysterious shade of brown, but as along as Vanessa doesn't wear eyeliner, I'm good. Ok, we're here, and Michael can stop humming Panic! At the Disco. Michael hates them.

Yeah, right.

You know what would funny? If Vanessa and Dana were like best friends or something. I laughed at this thought. Chase and Michael looked me weirdly, but at least my gag reflexes work. Who chokes on breath mints? Oh, yeah, Chase does. All because of Zoey. Puh-lease! She's not that great. She's too sugary for me. Dana, on the other hand…

They weren't kidding when they said Latin girls were spicy, but those Irish eyes… Ew, I'm not talking about Chase's. I don't swing that way. I'm talking about Vanessa's…if she wears eyeliner, then I'm screwed. Do I want her back? I mean, I cheated on her, but I like Dana! DANA! My conscience comes back. You see why I keep that locked up? Why isn't my conscience, as in my sense of right and wrong, dead yet? I thought I killed it with lying and scheming I do daily. But no! It chooses to show up…great.

You seem to be confused there, Logan. Told you, you can't get rid of me so easily.

Shut up… Being cocky is my thing. Who the hell said anything about being confused? I know exactly where my priorities lie, and I'm not confused. I want Dana, not Vanessa! End of discussion Butt out!

Did you like it? The way Vanessa kissed you that night…and the sex. Come on, admit it. That was the best sex of your life!

And you wonder why I keep this thing locked up. If I hear that song again, I'll kill someone. I love Nelly Furtado and all, but no more Promiscuous Girl! I have my reason for hating that song, don't ask. I snapped myself out of it, but does anyone hear a thumping noise. It sounds like a heartbeat. Well, can someone turn it down! Oh, wait. It's mine. I knocked on the door.

Please no eyeliner. Please no eyeliner. Please no eyeliner.

The door opened and the hot enemy herself stands there. OH. MY. GOD. It's worse than eyeliner. That's right, she's tormenting me. She did this to torment me…and unfortunately for me, it's working.

Hi Chase. Hey, Mike," she greeted, smiling. I can't say anything. Must…resist…sex…charms…

Vanessa looked at me with a smirk that said, "Resistance is futile."

She wears this tank, and she has abs almost as ripped as mine! When did she get so ripped? All that dancing did something for her, I guess. We locked eyes, and her green eyes have this glint in them. It's like we're playing cat and mouse with only our eyes. I look down and she has these jean short shorts. She has these legs…oh, man. My heartbeat gets louder. Can anyone else hear this? Just say yes, so I know I'm not going crazy.

Snap out of it, Reese! No fraternizing with the enemy! I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think I love Nicole right now! Oh, God…no. Not like that. Are you kidding me? If it wasn't for Nicole's incessant screaming, Vanessa would've taken me down.

"YAY!" SPIN THE BOTTLE!"

We went back to arguing. It was the only way to save myself. I haven't gone soft, so cram it!

"You going to come in, and stop me checking me out or what?" Vanessa asked, sarcastically. Ok, time for the smart-ass comments to come in.

"Excuse me, but you were checking me out," I sneered back. Yes! Now, who's the mouse?

She rolled her eyes, "If you remember correctly, my days of doing that are over. Or are you too wasted to realize that?" (A/N: Ooo, need some ice for that burn, Logan?)

"Oh, get over it! You were wasted too—" I yelled, before she cut me off. Oh, she's all riled up now. Bring it on. I'm ready for anything…hot as you may be.

"BULLSHIT! At least I was sober enough to know what I was doing!" she shouted.

Oh, she got me there, but I'm not letting her know that.

"I tried apologizing, Vanessa. Honestly, I did, " I said, slightly frustrated. Is she on that time of the month again?

"Like you hell you did, Logan! You know what? Sometimes saying 'sorry' doesn't cut it. It just doesn't, at least, not after something like that. Look, we have a guy vs. girl basketball game tomorrow. We'll settle it there. You and Michael against me and Dana. Just come in, please? I don't want to talk about it anymore," Vanessa said, a little more softly. We have a game tomorrow? I wasn't told of this game, but whatever, I'll play.

She walked off and sat next to Michael. I came in and sat next to Dana. Usually, I'd be in the flirting mood, but damn…I am confused. Why does my conscience always have to be right?

Am I really that confused?

Do I really want to redeem myself but winning Vanessa back? Or do I love Dana?

I always know what I want and I usually go for it, but do I know what I want? I sighed and ran a hand through my hair.

"Logan? You okay, man?" Chase asked. I know I'm a jerk to him, but he's still concerned. I feel claustrophobic.

Too many decisions.

Too many questions run through this handsome head of mine, and I'm trapped.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

I, Logan Reese, am confused and hating it. Hear that, conscience! I'm confused! What, now?

Can somebody please just explain to me
What happened to the way that we always said we'd be
Right now I dunno why I push through the pain that I got through
And I'm losin' hope, give me one reason not to

A/N: Wow, that was intense…even for me, and I'm the authour. The drama unfolds…

As it stands, Logan doesn't know who has his heart yet. There's a love square too. Michael/Vanessa/Dana/Logan. About time there was one with Michael involved.

Next chapter will begin with Michael and Vanessa's POV, with everyone in the mix. I might do some Nicole too. I haven't done her either. I planned a different ending for this chapter, but this ending works. I've got half of The Power of Love done and Eternally Yours done, so expect those updates in the next seven to ten days.

All of the songs used or mentioned don't belong to me.

Continue to read, and keep those reviews coming in.

--Tears On My Pillow (Erika x3)