A/N: Here's Chapter 9 of Hollywood Rivalries. I've decided that this will be my main project, so I'll be updating this story a lot. Ok, I'm rambling. Here you go people. I have an hour before Big Brother: All Stars starts, so let's get the show on the road. Oh, yeah, and thanks for reviewing.
Chapter 9: Catch Me When I Fall (Part 2)
I don't know what I'm doing anymore. I'm Logan Reese. I know what I want and I go for it, but damn! I'm so frustrated. Dana's glaring at me some more. No surprise. The silence is very precious because I know once Dana gets started, it'll never be silent again. Ok, it'll be silent after I'm dead. Let's just say that. Bring it on, Cruz. I'm ready for anything you can dish out. I can take it.
She's not yelling at me. Dana sat across from me, and we locked eyes, and then she turned away from me.
"Why'd you do it?"
"Do what?" I asked. Sure, I could be cocky, but I wasn't up for it. I know. It shocks me too.
She looked up with anger, flaming in her eyes. The same flicker of anger Vanessa got after she saw me with the blonde. Why can't I remember her name? Oh, yeah. I was drunk and naked.
"Seriously, Logan. I don't have the time for your stupidness right now," Dana warned. I could tell she was trying to keep her cool. Pfft. Yeah, right. She'll be yelling at me in like, I don't know, a minute…
I sighed deeply. I was frustrated. It's kind of hard when your ex re-appears and stirs up everything. I was just fine, being the jerk and pissing everyone off. But NO! What does Vanessa do? She wrecks my life!
UGH!
"Well, why'd you do it, Logan? On second thought forget it because this is exactly how you are! You bounce from one girl to the next!"
Ok, now we're yelling at each other and we're standing up. Dana has her famous 'I'm-gonna-kill-you' glares on. I'm not taking this laying down. Literally or figuratively.
"Dana, you weren't there! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED! ALL YOU'VE HEARD IS VANESSA'S SIDE! YOU CHOSE TO LISTEN TO VANESSA—" I spat out angrily. No one gets me. I may act like a jerk, but me being hot is no act. I really am sexy. I'm just a complex person.
She scoffed and rolled her eyes, "Oh, well, please enlighten me. Please tell me why you decided to be that much of a jerk to my best friend."
"Fine, sit, because this may take a while." I said, traces of anger running through my system. I'm really trying to remain cool, but Dana isn't making it any easier.
Bullshit!
I don't get it. How could I love him? What the hell is wrong with me? I'll tell you what's wrong with me. Fear. The only other four letter word I hate besides love. I'm scared. Wow, Danger Cruz just admitted fear. I'm scared of getting hurt. Logan's the only one that breaks down my walls. I hate him for it.
I crossed my arms over my chest, glaring at him. He yelled at me, and I didn't drown him so that must count for something. Nope, it's just dumb luck. Lucky I didn't knee him when I had the chance. Alert the press. Logan Reese can still multiply.
"Fine, sit, because this may take a while." Logan said, still kind of angry. Aren't we all? I'm pissed as hell right now, and if he pulls the same stunt again…I'll shove my foot so far up his ass he'll— GRRR! God, he just so…ugh!
"This'll be rich," I muttered sarcastically. Logan turned and looked at me. His eyes had this hurt look in them.
"You know what? Forget it. You won't listen because too busy being self-righteous. So, I'm leaving, Cruz! Have a nice life!" Logan said, turning on his heel to leave. I know the details were gory but I wanted to know anyway.
"WHY'D YOU DO IT?" I yelled, before Logan walked out. He turned around. No annoying smirk on his face. Nothing. He looked like the guilt was eating him up but then again it's Logan. He's one of those 'Wham! Bam! Thank you ma'am' type of guys. I will not fall prey to that. Nuh-uh. No way. Logan looked at me like I was crazy, and then that smirk which I loathe and love so much appeared. What have I done?
"Aww, you do want me," Logan said, with one of those smirks on. I put my Danger Cruz face back on.
"Don't push it, pretty boy, and if you don't start talking, that face won't be pretty for much longer," I threatened, narrowing my eyes.
"So, you admit it, then. You think my face is pretty, sexy, and everything similar…"
I thought it was but am I going to admit it? Hell no! Who do you think I am, Nicole? That girl has a spaz attack for every guy she sees. She needs help. That's it.
I balled my hand into a fist, "Talk or die. It's your choice, Reese."
"Hey, hey now. You know I like it rough," Logan drawled out, that smirk never leaving his face. I rolled my eyes, and I was smiling on the inside. We locked eyes, and Logan's eyes were these mysterious shade of brown. I try to tear my eyes away, but I can't. I hate the effect Logan has on me.
"Ok, Logan. Look. This is the only time I will ever to be this civil toward you, so just tell me, please," I asked, in a pleading but serious tone.
He sighed. "Ok, fine."
I haven't told anyone in a year, and I'm ready to confess now. I've come to an epiphany—that's the word, right? I don't know. Maybe talking would help. I get this messed up feeling in my stomach, but I think it's something I ate. Either that or guilt. No, I'm going with the first option.
"You sure you want to hear—everything?" I asked, hoping to make a break for it. I needed to sort things out first.
"Logan, just spare me the disclaimer and talk already!" Dana yelled, exasperated. Hey, this is my past here. It would be kind of hard, so she should cut me some slack. She's getting pissed. Damn, she's sexy when angry. She's beautiful when she smiles, as well. Those dimples…
"Ok, ok. Vanessa and I were boyfriend and girlfriend. I know she told you that part. Anyway, both of our families are the other's competition. Our fathers made and produced a movie together, and it was the premiere party. After dancing we got a little tipsy."
Dana didn't say anything, but her raised eyebrow said 'Yeah, right. You practically got drunk off your ass.' I hate it when she does that, because it's true.
I sighed, "Ok, fine. We were both drunk out of our minds, you happy?"
"No, but keep going," she replied. Ok, bitter much?
I rolled my eyes, "Fine."
Vanessa and I are so not drunk. If I was, I would have remembered why we were here. Goddamn, she is hot in that dress. We drank at least 8 glasses of champagne before making out. We broke away, breathless. No! Why did she stop? She excites me all at once. A very small amount of girls do that to me. She pulled away, again after we made out some more.
Am I throwin you off?
Nope
Didn't think so
"I want you, Logan. All of you," she replied, in a sexy but husky voice. This made my eyes widen, and I smirked. She didn't to have to tell me twice.
"Come on," I said, as I pulled her along, and we ran. We ran away from our fathers. I still don't get why they hate each other. But hey, I'm about to get me some Vanessa Stevens lovin'. Don't get me wrong, though. I really and truly do love her. I knew where my father's production office was.
How you doin' young lady
That feelin' that you givin' really drives me crazy
You don't haveta play about the joke
I was at a loss of words first time that we spoke
We got in, and Vanessa took the key away from me, locked the door behind her, smirking. I smirked back. I walked to her, as she wagged the key in my face.
"You want it, Logan? Come get it," she taunted as she dropped the key down her dress. Before she could say anything, I captured her lips on mine. She kissed me back, arms snaked from my neck and I ran my hands through her hair. She walked backwards over to the extra large couch, without breaking the kiss. It was big enough for two of us, and we had lots of room. Promiscuous Girl played in the background. We sat down, and kissed.
Looking for a girl that'll treat you right
You lookin' for her in the day time with the light
You might be the type if I play my cards right
I'll find out by the end of the night
She unbuttoned my shirt, and loosened my tie, while sending kisses to my neck. I unzipped her gown, and I lay her down. I climbed on top of her, and kissed her neck.
"Logan…"
"You sure you want this?" I asked, though I was kind of dazed. She nodded, and we did it. Yeah, we had sex. Two teenagers. In my Dad's office. Naked, and the only one thing covering us was a single white sheet.
You expect me to let you just let you hit it
But will you still respect me if you get it
Soon, it was just me, Vanessa and a single white sheet.
"That was…amazing," Vanessa finally said, breathless. I laughed, while I pulled her close and I played with her hair. She rested her head on my chest.
All I can do is try, gimme one chance
What's the problem I don't see no ring on your hand
I be the first to admit it, I'm curious about you, you seem so innocent
"You were great yourself, baby," I said, kissing her on the forehead.
She laughed a little, with a cheeky smile on her face, "Damn straight I was."
"You know I love you, and I wouldn't do anything to hurt you, right?" I asked. She brought her head up so that I was looking up at her. Her eyes were so green…so exotic…I was hoping for a round two. She smiled, dimples and all.
"Yeah, I know, hun. It goes both ways. I love you too, Logan," she told me. I kissed her and she kissed me back.
You wanna get in my world, get lost in it
Boy I'm tired of running, lets walk for a minute
Promiscuous girl
Wherever you are
I'm all alone
And it's you that I want
Promiscuous boy
You already know
That I'm all yours
What you waiting for?
We pulled away, and snuggled.
"So, no round two?" I asked, smiling.
"Nope," and she stuck her tongue out at me.
I pretended to be hurt, "Tease."
"And you know you like it," Vanessa replied, using my line. She smirked.
"Hey! That's my line."
"Tough," she answered, with that sexy smirk.
Promiscuous girl
You're teasing me
You know what I want
And I got what you need
Promiscuous boy
Let's get to the point
Cause we're on a roll
Are you ready?
"There's more, Dana," I cautioned, and this time I was dead serious. No 'wanna make out' lines. Nothing.
"Ok," was the only thing she could say. I wouldn't blame her, if I were the one in her position.
"Vanessa left to go get something. Keep in mind that I'm partly drunk here, not as strong as before but whatever, I'm pretty wasted. I know I slept with another girl. I can't say when or what I did because it happened in such a blur. I remembered waking up next to a blonde. A really hot blonde. I know I slept with another girl because it was a blonde. I still remember the sound of shattering glass. I remember getting a hickey. It wasn't from Vanessa because she doesn't give hickies, or not ones that large. That's why I came back this year and I had a hickey on my neck there. I had just broken up with my girlfriend, as I told you guys. Basically, standard break up procedure. Vanessa came in and mauled the other girl. She gave the other girl and bloody nose, and a broken jaw. Then she turned on me, and tackled me to the ground, and we fought. Well, more like her trying to kill me, and me trying to escape. So that's it. End of story," I explained. Dana was quiet through the entire thing. I tried to search her eyes for something. Anything.
"Dana…say something. Anything. Can you at least threaten my life or yell at me, call me a jerk…I don't care," I asked, actually concerned.
My head was filled with so many questions. Some of the questions, I knew the answer to, others I didn't. I needed clarity here. Lots of it.
"Dana…say something. Anything. Can you at least threaten my life or yell at me, call me a jerk…I don't care," Logan asked, actually concerned. I don't know how to deal with my feelings anymore. Tears blur my vision, and I blink them away, but I can't. This is suppressed fear in action…
I hate you, I love you
I just can't remember to forget you
Who are you, who needs you?
You make me feel alive, I die, so high
I'm crawling on the ground
I have found I can fly
I stood up and turned away from Logan before I could let him see me cry. God, am I really this weak? He stood up, and he touched my shoulder. I'm surprised, I haven't tore his arm off yet. A single rolled out of my eye. I'm scared. Not of dating Logan, but I'm scared of heartbreak. I can't be played. I won't allow it! I spent my whole life watching my mother be played by my dad. Before I came to PCA, my boyfriend fucked me over by getting someone else pregnant. Don't worry, I handled him. Six weeks of having your jaws wired shut, and your arm in a sling never hurt anyone.
"Logan. Don't touch me. Just don't," I said, with a normal voice, but tears still leaked out. I made no effort to hide them this time. I looked at him.
One of these days it all comes together
One of those days that goes on forever
"Dana, what's wrong?" What? He thinks I'm cold and heartless. I wanted to push him away, but I couldn't. Why? Because if he leaves, it'll hurt, but if Logan stays, it'll still hurt. So it's a lose-lose situation. My voice started to shake a little, and he looked at me in genuine concern. Why can't he just leave me alone? I know why. It's because I don't want him to…and the pain resides both ways. I hate love.
"I can't…" I muttered, with my eyes getting glassy. Ignoring my warning to not touch me, he stepped closer to me, and used his thumb to wipe a tear away. His touch felt like refreshing, but I knew if I let him, it would poison me.
Think I sound crazy? Maybe, whatever
What's it all about?
Logan raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean you can't?"
He's looking really confused. I'll just come out and say it. It won't matter anyway.
"This…" I replied. Wow, that sounded weak. "I can't set myself for heartbreak again. I've been fucked over too many times, Logan, I can't."
"Dana, just tell me…"
"Fine," I said, angrily as the tears rolled down my face. "I can't set myself up for a broken heart, Logan. I've been screwed over too many times for this. I thought I was fine, until you just had to waltz in, and break down my defences. All the walls I spent all my life building came down, all because of you—," I started, explaining choking on my own sobs. More tears. How I hated those tears.
It's about life, it's about fun
It's over before it has begun
It's about you, it's about me
It's about everything between and I say
I'm saying goodbye to you, I say hi to you with no clue
It's about time that I
Make up my mind
Logan inched closer to me, and I looked down as my eyes were fascinated by the black painted colour of my toenails. He put a finger under my chin, and our eyes connected. His eyes were full of worry.
"Dana, what are you trying to tell me?" Logan asked, softly. I turned away, and walked away from him. I felt him, grab my wrist. Not rough, but hard enough to get my attention. It was now or never. It's not like it would matter anyway. I just wanted to tell him for the sake of my sanity, or it would eat me alive. I hate Logan Reese for having this much control over me. It's not supposed to be this way. All of this, because of Zoey, and her stupid Truth or Dare game…
It's simple, confusing, the truth is I'm winning but I'm losing
And pulling and pushing, won't do me any good
It could, it should
I'm honest to myself that the truth is I lied
"I'M TRYING TO TELL YOU, I LOVE YOU, IDIOT!" I yelled angrily. This caused him to jump and I looked away. I didn't care about his reaction. My sanity was saved.
One of these days it all comes together
One of those days that goes on forever
Think I sound crazy? Maybe, whatever
What's it all about?
My heart and my head felt lighter. I needed clarity before, and now clarity has arrived. I love Logan. That's my clarity, right there.
It's about life, it's about fun
It's over before it has begun
It's about you, it's about me
It's about everything between and I say
I'm saying goodbye to you, I say hi to you with no clue
It's about time that I
Make up my mind
What did she just say?
Did she just say she loved me? All that arguing, yelling…
I'm in a state of shock. It took 5 seconds to process everything. I looked at her and she looked at me…oh my god. I can't believe this. I love her, too.
I know what I needed to do. Make things right with Vanessa, and win Dana back.
"Dana, I like you—no, love you too, but I want to sort things out. I think it'd be better for both of us," I suggested. Wow, did I just say something smart?
She smiled, "Yeah, whatever."
I walked over and kissed her on the cheek, and I still have my teeth. It's a miracle.
We held hands, and smirked at each other. It was our thing. You know, the love/hate thing, "Wanna do something? It's Friday night and curfew isn't till midnight."
"Clubbing, and I'll meet you in the girl's lounge in an hour," Dana said, and were still holding hands.
"Cool," I answered. "I'll see you later. I know a place we could go."
She kissed me on the cheek and I walked out. Wait? Does that mean we're going out? Nah, we're just friends with benefits. Really good benefits. Oh, shit. It takes me really long to get ready. I'm straight, but looking this hot takes time. One day, I'll cut Chase's hair in his sleep. That bush is starting to bug me! Off of to the dorm I go...
He smirked that sexy smirk, before walking out to get ready.
So, he loves me too. We're not going out, just friends that hold hands and kiss. Friends with benefits. My hair is still straight, and I've destroyed my eyeliner. I'm going all black. As I before if Nicole whines, and bitches, she can bite me. Hard. I think I'll get Vanessa to streak my hair black too. She's cool like that.
I feel so much better, but I've got to maintain my tough girl image. I'm sure Logan wants to keep his rep too. Ok, gotta get ready for the dance floor. I've wasted 4 minutes of my precious time talking so now, shut up and let me get prepared.
I found a black strapless dress that gives off a lot of cleavage. Nice, black lace-up boots.
Now, shoo! I have a thing to get ready for. Tonight should be fun, but interesting as well. Chase and Zoey are probably making out on the beach, but maybe not. Chase still has told her…
Boys and their testosterone…
A/N: And I'll stop right there. Next chapter will be all about Chase and Zoey. All the CZ fans should be cheering right now.
Gotta show love to the DL fans though.
Next chapter will be exciting more drama. So, send those reviews if you want it. No, Dana and Logan aren't dating. They've just made their feelings known to each other, that's all. All songs used arent mine!
Until we meet again,
--Erika…
PS. Please review. My rubber duck Mr. Quakers says so (nods)
P.P.S Happy Belated Birthday to Sean Flynn! Yay! He's 17 (squeals)...ok, I needed to get that out...