A/N: Here's Chapter 11 of Hollywood Rivalries. I hope you like. I only got 4 reviews. I'm getting depressed, so I think I might put this on hold, until my review counts go up. Sorry. Here's Chapter 11. Hope you enjoy it. If I start cursing in the story, it's purely out of anger. I'm in a bad mood today. Parents…
Chapter 11: Doctor Matthews?
I walked into my room. Aw, man. Can you believe this? I have a girlfriend. Michael was already there, and he noticed my grin. Guess things worked out with Vanessa, just like things worked out with Zoey. My lips are still kind of tingly from her lips on mine. My hand is still warm from Zoey holding it. She tastes like…mmm, mango. I guess it's her lip gloss.
"Hey, Mike," I greeted, giving my best friend a high-five.
"Chase! Hey…"
"So…how did it go with Vanessa?" I asked, playfully nudging him. He grinned.
"Aw, man," Michael started. "It was awesome. We talked…you know, just chilling…she hugged me! Oh, my God. I love her. That's my future wife. We have a date tonight."
I raised an eyebrow, "I think you and Vanessa would make an awesome couple, but it'll be a while before she becomes Mrs. Michael Barrett."
"Look who's talking. I know you want Zoey to become Mrs. Chase Matthews like that. You'll probably run to Vegas and get married…elope of something. Uh-oh…I don't like that face you have on. That's your That-Doesn't-Seem-Like-A-Bad-Idea-Face," Michael said. I laughed.
Michael knows me too well. Elopement doesn't seem like a bad idea. I can't do it for two reasons. One, my parents will kill me, and so will Zoey's. Two, instead of planning two weddings, there will be two funerals. I wonder if a shotgun wedding would be good. No, maybe not. I don't want to be riddled with lead, and be known as the human pencil.
Michael squinted at me, "Dude, are you wearing lip gloss?"
Uh oh. I wiped the mango-flavoured lip gloss with the back of my hand. I didn't want to, although it would be weird to walk around with shiny lips.
"Uh, no," I said, attempting to dispose of the last remnants of lip gloss. "Me, never."
Michael raised an eyebrow, "That wouldn't happen unless…YOU AND ZOEY KISSED!"
"Yeah," I said, nodding. "It happened on the beach. I finally told her…and we're official. We have a date too. Weird, huh? We're going dancing."
"Yeah…wait. You dance?"
I told you I can dance but I'm very humble about it. How weird is that? I can fall off my bike, more times than I count, but give me music and my feet and I'm good to go.
"Hey, it was Zoey's idea," I defended, putting my hands in the air. "Where are you and Vanessa off to?"
"Dancing. She challenged me. We made a bet on the upcoming with the Miami Heat and the Lakers. We all know who will win though."
"Yeah, and it's not the Lakers," I teased. Michael pretended being hurt.
"Dude! You support the Heat?"
I laughed, "Oh, God no. Neither will win, because we all know the Celtics will destroy the both of you. We're Irish and we have leprechauns."
Michael said changing the subject, "Did you know Vanessa was part Irish? She's part Black, and part Native."
Oh, wow. I didn't know Vanessa was Irish. I could kind of tell but I wasn't sure. Nice. Now, every time I whistle the Irish National Anthem, she won't think I'm crazy. Oh, man. I only have 45 minutes to meet Zoey in the girls lounge. Michael was going to ask why I was ransacking my closet. I know he was, and sure enough he did.
"Whoa, there, slow down. Why are tearing through our closet like a rabid raccoon?" Michael asked me. Yes! I found a shirt and my black baggy jeans. Brent gave them to me for our birthday last summer and a new set of guitar picks. I gave him a new set of drum sticks, and painted his drum set. Black with red stripes. I looked up at Michael. One rule with me.
Never. Mention. Raccoons.
Bad memories.
"I have 45 minutes to meet Zoey in the girls' lounge! That's why! Mike, toss me that bottle of cologne!" I instructed, picking up the clothes I was going to wear. Michael tossed the bottle of cologne to me.
He slapped a hand to his forehead, "Shit! I have to meet 'Nessa in 45 minutes too. Wait up."
"Ok," I nodded agreeing to wait for him, and I ran into the bathroom to change. Something told me tonight was interesting. Oh, wait. Logan and Michael were mad at each other. I've left them alone. Oh, well. Not my problem.
As for as I'm concerned, they can suck eggs! I've got a date with Zoey. I moon walked in the bathroom, and then began to change.
My life is great. I've got a date with the lovely Vanessa, even though Logan screwed her over.
I was already changed into jean baggy pants. I had a black dress shirt that was untucked and the collar undone. I was wearing my Black Air Jordans. This is actually my first time wearing them so, yeah. It's a special occasion. They're shiny. I know, it's weird for me to notice that.
Well, remember when I said that my life was great. I take that back. Why? You may ask. Logan, himself, is right there. And yes, I'm still mad at him. He needs to know that he can't screw every girl over. Women aren't possessions to be toyed with, but if I tell Logan that, I'll be wasting my breath. I'll try to remain civil if I can. He strutted in smirking. Ok, be cool, Barrett. Play it civil.
"What are you changed for?" Logan asked me, raising an eyebrow. Okay, I'm going to stick to one worded answers, because if I talk anymore I'll snap.
"Date," I answered. "With Vanessa. Now are we done playing 21 Questions or what? Because I have to meet her in 45 minutes with Chase in the girls' lounge."
So much for one worded answers.
"Really? So Matthews and Brooks are official, huh?"
I sighed in annoyance, "Logan, seriously. Shut up. I'm just going to tell you straight up, ok? I'm not in the mood for you or your crap, so just leave me alone, man."
He turned around to glare at me. Once again I say: So much for one worded answers. Oh, yeah. I'm scared. It's sarcasm. And this is the guy that constantly mutters Dana's name in his sleep. Mmm Hmm. Very terrifying.
"Dude, what is your deal?" Logan asked. Was the guy dropped on his head as a child? I have no patience for Logan, and the only thing keeping me from shoving Logan out of the window is the fact that Vanessa may like me back, and we have a chance.
"Look Logan. We're roommates, right? Listen, just because I live with you and I have to see you more times I wanna, doesn't mean I'm a great fan of yours. I'm going dancing, so I'll try to be cool with you, but doesn't mean I like you…at least not right now."
"Well, I have a date with Dana too," Logan said, stupidly. "We're going dancing."
"Um, congratulations, I think…" was my response. Whoop-de-freakin'-doo! I really don't care, but whatever. So Dana didn't murder him after all. He's lucky, but not really, because if he pushes me far enough, I'll kill him in his sleep. If he's going the same place as Chase and I, then God hates me. The Big Guy upstairs downright hates me! Logan asked me a question that shocked me.
"Do you like Vanessa?" Logan asked, with a smirk. He was hoping to get a one-up on me. No. Not happening. I turned and glared before sighing. I couldn't answer, at least not to Logan. He's such an ass, and it amazes me beyond belief on how Dana can handle him.
"Tell Chase, I'll be in the girl's lounge," I said, without looking at him. I opened the door, not aware of how hard I slammed it.
The world is unfair, but like the other 6 billion people living on Earth, I have to dish it out and live on it, therefore making myself vulnerable to heartbreak, sadness, sorrow, and any other shit life has to offer…
I come out of the bathroom and is it just me or did the air get thicker?
No, it did. It's called Tension. I sniff myself one final time and come out of the bathroom. What happened while I was gone? Michael and Logan got into an argument because I leave seeing Michael, and come out seeing Logan. Okay, I need some explanations. My mind isn't able to process anything right now.
"Um, hey Logan," I greeted awkwardly.
He looked up at me, "Oh hey. So you and Brooks are official now, huh?"
"Yeah. It happened on the beach like an hour ago," I explained. I didn't have time to tell him the whole story. "Ok, where's Mike?"
"Girl's lounge," he told me, shortly. He did to provoke Michael, and I have a few questions to ask him myself.
"Ok, can I ask you something?"
He shrugged. Whether or not, he said yes, I asked anyway. I had to know. I leaned on the bed frame. I couldn't sit because I didn't want my clothes to wrinkle so easily.
"I promise, I won't judge you but why would you do something like that? I mean, it was kinda low, man," I asked, careful of my words.
He sighed, "I don't know, and now I'm kind of confused. Confused, I know I slept with that other girl but I don't remember it. Everything happened in such a blur. What I'm about to tell you DOES NOT leave this room, understood?"
"Ok, it doesn't leave this room. I have time before I can go meet Zoey for our dancing date."
"Wait, you dance?" Logan asked.
"It was Zoey's idea. I'm just going along with it. She's my girlfriend. Let me guess, you're going dancing with Dana?"
"Yeah," was all he said.
"Ok, Logan. I'm all ears," I reassured. "We can go to the lounge together after."
He continued, "I'm pissed off because Vanessa just had to come to PCA! I mean, is this some kind of divine punishment? Vanessa's not that great, Chase. I can tell you that."
I looked at him. Ok, now the paranoia was setting in. What was Logan on? Didn't every American citizen have the right to an education? Logan should have known that his past would come back to bite him in the ass. It was bound to happen sooner or later. My eyebrows scrunched up in confusion.
"Vanessa's pretty great, you know. The girls love her, and Michael and I are cool with her," I told him, folding my arms. I wasn't going to tell Logan that Michael had a thing for Vanessa. He would kill me and no way am I being pulled into this mess!
"You don't know her like I do, and besides I don't get why Michael's mad. It doesn't involve him!" Logan told me, exasperated. I swear, I feel like Dr. Matthews. Maybe I should take up psychology. Vanessa really is a good person but she has the little problem that is her temper. I can't believe I'm saying this but her temper surpasses Dana's. I see the look of death Vanessa gives Logan. She would kill him, if she had the chance. If I were Logan, I'd be scared. Okay, I have to be careful now. I may be risking my safety and well-being, but…wait, why am I risking my butt again?
I'm such a pushover…
I pinched the bridge my nose and breathed in deeply before talking to Logan again, "Okay. Think of it this way: If someone did that to Dana, an ex-boyfriend…and you found out, how would you feel? Put yourself in Mike's shoes for a minute."
He seemed to be processing everything I said. Wow, if he's listening then he's really desperate. Either that, or he's just humouring me. Yeah, he's humouring me.
He finally answered, "I'd kill him if that bastard did that to Dana."
Oh, now where getting somewhere! I should really become a shrink. I'm pretty damn good!
"And why would you do that?" I asked, hoping I'd get the answer I was hoping for.
"…Because…oh," Logan replied, before trailing off. I think the grey matter underneath was making a connection. If not, he was probably wondering if he lathered and repeated when washing his hair this morning. "You're saying…he…"
I nodded. Ok, I'm officially a pushover.
MICHAEL LOVES VANESSA!
There are always these stupid love sayings. I never got them, but now I do, corny as they may be…
What am I thinking? I just told Dana I loved her. I do, but there's a question burning in the back of my head. God, love is complicated. Why did I let myself fall in love? I mean, I was fine flirting because it was a one day thing. Talking to Chase really helped. I hate to admit this, but he may a knack at being a shrink, and Dr. Matthews sounds good, but not as great as Dr. Reese. I can't have it both ways. Oops, I'm thinking out loud again, because Chase raised his eyebrow and said, "Can't have what both ways?"
"The girls," I answered. How retarded did that sound…
"Logan, sometimes I don't get you, but explain," Chase said, smiling a little. There is nothing to smile about, unless he's thinking about nailing Zoey. Then every guy would smile at that thought.
"Ok, well I don't know. I feel weird. Like really bad."
"Dude. It's called guilt," Chase explained. "You feel bad and you have this sudden urge to talk to Vanessa and fix everything or you won't be able to live with yourself."
It's creepy how he knows that. Maybe trying to tell Zoey gave him that experience. I don't know. I don't know what happened when I saw Vanessa for the first time, but it's like all these past memories came along, and they hit me. Hard.
I sighed and talked some more, "I don't know, man. I saw Vanessa for the first time last year. She was hot, but when I saw her today, I don't know what it is, but it scared the hell out of me. You know how that saying goes… 'You don't know what you have until it's gone.'"
Chase cut me off, "I know what you're getting at and NO! You know Michael will fight you for Vanessa! We're friends but I'm not letting you ruin his chance with her. I'm not judging you and I'm not being a pushover but seriously, Logan…no, you had your chance with Vanessa. Yeah, sure you want Vanessa back to make things right, but you're forgetting DANA! You know, Danger Cruz! I know, she will not take this sitting down. They're best friends. They've been that way for about 90 percent of their lives, man. If you respect their friendship, you won't do this!"
"Are you done?" I asked in annoyance.
"Yeah, I needed to get this out of my system," Chase said, exhaling deeply.
"Good, because maybe a part of me does want Vanessa back. I can handle Dana. I love her, so I can handle her."
Chase looked at me, with a disgusted look on his face. What is he doing getting mad? I'm ready for anything Michael can dish out. She was mine first, right? But then Dana…but I do want Vanessa back.
If my last name is Reese, I can have anything. Anything meaning both girls…
You know what? Forget being a shrink. I'll be a best-selling authour by the time I'm 25. Less stress that way.
I am utterly repulsed by Logan right now. How do I get myself into these situations? I am pissed off by now, and I'm glaring right now.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Forget all that shit I said about guilt. You have none. Women aren't objects, Logan! Tell me how the hell 'loving' someone means 'handling' them?" I asked, using air quotes.
If he brings up Glenn Davis, then it's on…it is SO on!
"Look whose talking. You had to steal Zoey's answers to the personality test—"
Ok, IT'S ON!
"Listen, I knew what I wanted. I knew I wanted Zoey. You, on the hand, have no clue what you want. Fine, play both Vanessa and Dana; it'll blow up in your face Logan! This is why Vanessa hates you, because you think you can have everything without you ever being caught! Listen, I'm going to see my girlfriend and I'm going to enjoy my dance date, but if you think this sick, twisted plan will work, then you, my friend, are truly a moron. You've had some messed up plans…like the bear with a webcam…the Jet X thing…but this… this takes the cake," I said, as my temper rose. I've never been this mad before. "Just like your past has come to slap you, literally. This little game you're playing will end, badly."
I stalked out, slamming the door behind me. I'm going to calm down and meet Zoey. I'm going to enjoy my date. Yeah, right. Like that's going to happen. Logan is so infuriating! Forget being a shrink!
Add another name to the list of people after Logan Reese: Chase Matthews.
A/N: Here's Chapter 11 for you guys. I might not update for a while because of the review count is kind of low. So, if you want a new chapter, you gotta review a lot. Then I'll be happy and it'll give me the motivation to write. I'll be blunt. This chapter was hard to write. I could've done it sooner but I didn't feel like it and I just updated Eternally Yours, so check out that!
So, there's drama between the guys. Chase is actually all for Michael/Vanessa but once again, Logan's being an ass, so Chase is FURIOUS!
So, both Chase & Michael are mad at Logan…and Logan wants Vanessa back (gasp)! But he's forgetting Dana… THE DRAMA CONTINUES NEXT CHAPTER!
Next chapter will be Logan's POV, and maybe we'll hear from some of the girls too.
So…
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-Erika.