Chapter 4- War Games
"I had enough of this game," Nicole complained as she looked at her O score compared to Jordan's 360 points.
"It was starting to get fun," He said with a smile.
"Not really, I mean some of those questions are impossible…like how am I supposed to know who invented the lightbulb…and who the first president of the United States was? All that stuff happened when dinosaurs walked the earth, and I'm pretty sure I wasn't alive then."
"I surely hope not," Jordan said.
Nicole stood up, "Well…I better go,"
"Where are you going?" Jordan asked standing up as well.
"Back to my dorm,"
Jordan seemed disappointed.
Nicole knew she couldn't stay over, not after yesterday night. "I'll see you tomorrow,"
"There is a fair coming to town do you want to go with me?"
"As long as there are no clowns, I hate them, they're so scary and ugly…and ughh, I don't even want to think about them, have you seen that movie IT and Monsters from Outer Space…that's why I'm scared of them, and don't even let me get started on those creepy red noses."
Jordan smiled, "I'll protect you from the clowns."
Nicole gave him a small smile, "Okay, well I'm going to go."
Jordan raised an eyebrow, "I don't think you should walk alone,"
"I'll be fine," Nicole said.
Before Jordan could grab his shoes, Nicole headed out.
Nicole closed the door behind her, a thousand thoughts were still racing through her head. She believed Jordan did like her, but maybe it was all in her head.
Nicole turned around, Jordan had already stepped out.
"Don't run from me Nicole…I don't want you to hit another tree."
"Are you making fun of me?"
"It's too easy," Jordan replied.
Nicole looked down, "I know…I'm not exactly the brightest person at PCA,"
Jordan opened the door to the stairwell for her, "Ladies first,"
"Thank you sir,"
"So you'll go to the fair with me?" Jordan asked.
Nicole nodded, "Of course,"
Zoey laid down on her bed.
Both Sawyer and Chase were on the floor.
"Are you guys okay?" She asked.
"Fine," Sawyer said turning over on his side.
Chase was sleeping by Zoey's bed, and Sawyer was by Dana's.
"Sawyer, maybe you and Chase should switch places…Dana is a wild sleeper, and she'll either end up kicking you in the face…oh, well Chase you don't want to get kicked in the face either huh,"
"Have you seen my eye?"
Zoey smiled, "Right, um…I um…does someone want to sleep on the other side of my bed?"
Chase wanted to be on the other side of Zoey, but Sawyer was her boyfriend.
Sawyer got up, "I will,"
Zoey smiled, "Don't try anything."
Sawyer walked over to her, and then placed his hands on the sheets as he kissed her. "Like this?"
Chase looked away. He supported them, but he hated watching them kiss.
Zoey playfully pushed Sawyer off of her. "Stop,"
He laid down on the other side, "You know you like it,"
Zoey blushed, "You sound like Logan,"
"I stole that line from him."
Chase sat up, and then flipped on the t.v. "I don't think I'm going to be able to go to sleep yet."
"Why not?" Zoey asked.
Chase shrugged, "Not tired,"
"Me either," Zoey said.
Chase smiled, "Do you want to stay up then?"
"Sure, but don't you have work in the morning?"
Chase nodded, "I do…but you know,"
"You don't mind being tired your first day?"
"As long as I'm not the mascot Salty Seagull anymore, I'm sure I will be fine."
Sawyer chuckled.
Chase looked at him, and then looked away.
Zoey noticed his look. "What was that for?" She mouthed.
Chase shrugged. He had to remember that Sawyer was Zoey's boyfriend.
Sawyer wrapped his arm around Zoey's legs.
"What are you doing?" She said playfully hitting Sawyer on the head.
"Dreaming," He teased.
"About what?"
Sawyer peeked open one hazel eye, "I'll keep that too myself,"
Zoey blushed.
Chase sighed.
Both Sawyer and Zoey looked at him.
Uh-oh, he had sighed too loudly. Usually he wasn't this bothered with them, but today he couldn't hide it.
Sawyer closed his eyes once again, but Zoey still stared back at Chase as if she knew that he was jealous.
Chase hated being jealous.
"Wanna play Mash?" Zoey asked.
"Uh…sure,"
Zoey smiled, "Cool, you're going first." She pulled her notebook from her book bag, and then took out a pen, after she was finished scribbling down the categories she looked up.
"Name some girls,"
"Um…"
Zoey giggled, "You don't like any girls now?"
"I do,"
"Who?"
"Oh, I thought you asked me…forget it."
"Who's the girl you like?" Zoey asked.
"Um…"
"Do you want to use celebrities…Jessica Simpson is pretty, and Beyonce is too."
Chase smiled, "They are…but I'll never be with any one of them."
"So then choose a girl that goes to PCA…I'll choose one for you," Zoey scribbled down a name.
Chase reached for the notebook, "Who did you write?"
"Don't worry about it,"
Chase made a grab for the notebook, but Zoey swiped at his hand.
"I wrote down Meadow,"
Chase pretended to gag, "Being in a relationship with her would be like suicide!"
Zoey smiled, "Well, I'll pray you don't get her."
"Pray no one does,"
"Now finish choosing girls,"
"Nicole,"
Zoey pouted jealously as she wrote down Nicole's name.
"Dana,"
Zoey scoffed, "Logan would be mad."
"And, one last girl." Chase pointed to Zoey because he wasn't sure if Sawyer was awake.
"Me?"
Chase glanced at Sawyer, and then signaled for her to come closer.
Zoey came closer, and then Chase brought his mouth close to her ear.
"You're the only other girl I know,"
Zoey smiled, and then leaned a little bit from his mouth, "What about Marcie Buttersworth."
"My lab partner in science?"
"She asked for your number after the fashion show…but I was too disoriented after the you know incident…but anyways I think she likes you."
"She has a moustache Zo, and a snagger tooth"
Zoey shrugged, "So,"
"She's not that pretty,"
"And I am, I think I'm kinda ordinary looking, just a plain jane American girl from Louisiana."
Chase reached for her notebook, and then wrote down Zoey's name. He then handed it back to her. "Okay, and my first choice for a house is a ranch in Louisiana."
Zoey smiled, "A ranch in Louisiana,"
Chase nodded, "The south always attracted me…I guess it's the hot girls there,"
"I thought you liked the California Girls?"
"I like any girl that'll give me the time of day,"
"You shouldn't have trouble anymore…stud,"
Chase glanced at Sawyer, and then smiled back at Zoey, getting lost in her warm brown eyes.
"For the record I want to live in a ranch in Louisiana too." Zoey added.
"Do you do everything your parents tell you?" Skyler asked.
They were both sitting on the floor and playing a game of BS.
Michael tossed down three cards. "Three Jacks,"
Skyler smiled, her dark brown eyes lit up, "Bullshit,"
Michael scowled, "Man, I can't get nothing past you."
Skyler rubbed her hands together, and then blew on her nails. "Because I'm good Mikey Boy,"
"Mikey Boy, your gonna have to take that back…that sounds like a name for a dog or…"
"A pig," Skyler joked.
Michael shook his head, "You're not nice ya know that…I'm going to have to help myself to some chips…cuz you're raising my blood pressure."
Skyler leaned against Michael's bed, and watched as he pulled a bag of potato chips under his bed. "Why are they under there like that…like the potato chips are some dirty secret?"
"They are a dirty secret, I made a bet with Chase that I wouldn't eat chips for a month…which is impossible, because I have to get a chip fix in the morning, night, when I exercise."
"Basically whenever you blink you need a potato chip fix?"
Michael nodded, "Yeah,"
"So why did you give it up?"
Michael knew the reason why he gave up potato chips, and that was because he and Chase had made a dare a while ago, in which he bet that he was going to be dating Skyler by now. And unfortunately they still weren't dating.
"I gave it up because I um…it was interrupting with my studies, the chips were getting me into trouble. I found myself skipping class to get my chip fix, and staying up all night with a bag of chips…It wasn't pretty Skye, we had to go through rehab."
Skyler smiled, "You're so silly,"
Michael grinned, "I'm as silly as you want me to be baby," Michael popped open the bag of chips.
Skyler snatched them from him, and then took a bite. "Mmm…ranch,"
"Give me those back,"
"You never answered my question,"
"What question?" Michael asked.
Skyler reached for a potato chip and then handed it to him. "Until you answer my question, I'm putting you on a one by one allowance."
Michael squeezed Skyler's hand as he reached for the chip, and crumbled it.
"You bad boy," She teased.
"Shut your mouth," Michael joked back with a smile.
"If I get into that school, then I'm going to miss you…"
"What school, Skye, you better not think of leaving PCA."
"There is a really good Art school ten minutes away from here, and supposedly a lot of it's graduates get into Julliard."
"Is that where you want to go," Michael said watching her. He couldn't take his eyes off of her even if he tried. From her long raven locks, to her beautiful caramel skin, and her almond shaped eyes, Skyler was the kind of girl he would make up in his dreams.
"Yeah, I always wanted to go there, but my parents sent me here…we'll talk more about that later,"
"I don't want you to leave." Michael said.
Skyler handed him the chips, "Why not?"
"Just because I want you here,"
"This party sucks…it's just a bunch of rich snobs. I'm going back to campus," Dakota said.
Logan was only half listening to Dakota. Instead he was watching as Dana went from guy to guy dancing .
"What is she doing?" Logan snarled.
"Huh?"
Logan looked away from Dana, "So you're leaving?"
"Yeah, I'll see you later. You have to show me around PCA…but if you're busy I could always ask your hot friend."
"Get out of here Dakota," Logan said pushing his cousin.
"See ya Reese," Dakota said walking away.
Logan went to the punch table, and grabbed a cup gingerly. Why was Dana all over those idiots…none of those guys were even hot…like him.
Logan felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around him.
A smile curled across his lips. Maybe Dana had came to her senses…and now she was realizing that those other guys didn't compare to him. "Who is this,"
The girl placed her hand over his eyes, "I want to dance with you Logan, and make use of that body of yours."
Logan was turned on, even though it was Meadow behind him.
She let her hands drop to his sides, and then turned him around. "This Laguna party sucks."
"Yeah," Logan glanced at Dana once more.
She had ditched the other surfer guys, and now was glaring at him with an unsatisfied expression of jealousy.
Logan smiled, and then waved back at her.
Dana stuck her middle finger up at him, and then pulled some guy away from his girlfriend, and started to dance with him.
Two could play that game. Logan thought. "Do you want to dance?"
Meadow nodded, "Sure, show me your moves,"
Logan pulled Meadow close to him.
"I'm liking this already," Meadow said.
"I know that b…" Dana stopped when everything started to grow dizzy.
The guy that was dancing with her, paused and then steadied her in his arms. "You want to go upstairs,"
Dana was so busy glaring at Logan and Meadow and stumbling over her feet, that she didn't notice that the guy was now leading her upstairs.
Dana felt so sick. What did she eat?
The guy wrapped his arm around her waist, as she nearly fell down the stairs.
Everything was growing black. All she could think about was Logan dancing with Meadow, while he stared back at her smugly. She was going to kill that slut Meadow, and then kill Logan! How dare he dance with her, and then act like it was no big deal.
Oh god, did she just admit that. Something was definitely wrong with her.
Dana's feet gave way on the top step.
"Hold on girl," The guy said swinging Dana's arm around his shoulder.
"Hey where are you taking her?" Logan said coming from no where.
The guy turned around.
Dana partially opened her eyes, she felt so sick…like she was going to throw up.
"Who are you?" The guy growled.
"Where are you taking her…actually forget the questions, she's my girlfriend get off of her,"
Did he just say that she was his girlfriend. She had enough energy to turn that down.
"I'm not you're damn girlfriend." Dana said drowsily.
The guy smiled, "You see boy, she doesn't want you. Now if you'll move then we're going to take care of some business."
Dana slowly pushed the guy away from her. "Yeah right, bastard."
Logan stared back at Dana in concern, "Have you been drinking."
Dana stared back at him through glazed eyes, the world was so blurry. "Get away from me Logan, why don't you go dance with your hoar Meadow,"
"She…"
Dana clamped her hand over Logan's mouth, and then stared back at him drunkenly. "She likes you more than I like you…so dance with her."
Dana pushed Logan out of the way, and nearly tumbled down every step until she got to the floor. She turned around, and glared at Logan and then walked off.
Logan turned to the guy that had tried to drag Dana up to some room. "You know how old she is asshole?"
The guy narrowed his eyes at Logan, "What the hell did you say to me!"
"She's sixteen, and you look like you're at least twenty six, that's statutory rape in the state of California."
The guy chuckled, "Boy you're about to get your ass kicked."
Logan raised his chin, "Bring it on Grandpa, I can take you on."
"Not just me…have you met my friends. Yo Tony, Yo Steve, this guy has got some beef with us."
Logan raised an eyebrow as two other twenty six year olds joined the other guy.
"What's going on man?" One of them asked tossing a beer onto the floor.
"This kid has a big mouth, why don't we help him shut it." He responded.
Logan clenched his jaw. Damn, he could take on one but not three.
"Are you ready for your results Mr. Matthews?" Zoey asked.
Chase sat up, he was starting to get sleepy, but he wanted to stay up with Zoey.
"Okay…" Zoey tucked her hair behind her ear, and then did a drum roll on the bed. "You are going to drive a beat up Oldsmobile that has to be pushed by Chyna the wrestler, you're going to be living in a trash can over looking the Santa Monica pier…"
"Ohh, nice view." Chase teased.
Zoey grinned, "And there's more. Your job will be a doctor…hmm, how come your living in a trash can Doc?"
Chase shrugged, "I dunno, whose my wife?"
"Um…me,"
Chase smiled, "No way,"
"Yes way," Zoey glanced at Sawyer, and then stared back at Chase. They kept there eyes on each other, until Zoey shook her hair in her face.
"What are you doing?" Chase teased leaning forward to pull Zoey's hair out of her eyes.
Zoey reached for Chase's hand, "I like this look."
"Yeah, it's hot," Chase joked.
Zoey bit her lip. Chase was looking hot…with that tan of his, and his hair shaved low. Oh god! Sawyer was like laying right next to her. Sawyer was sleeping so he didn't hear there conversation. Zoey stood up.
Her foot came in contact with Chase's leg. She tripped and then fell on top of him.
"Woah," Chase said sitting up.
Zoey rolled off of him, and then grabbed her makeup bag on her draw.
"What are you doing? Makeup now?" Chase asked.
"No, I was just noticing how gorgeous Sawyer was…and I wanted to give him a make-over."
Chase's eyes widened. "No way,"
Zoey nodded, "Yeah, do you want one too…another one I mean."
"I'm fine with this look,"
Zoey walked back over to her bed, and made sure not to trip over Chase's leg this time. She sat down, and then crossed her legs as she opened her bag. "Sawyer is going to hate me in the morning, but I'll tell him eventually." She reached for some fire engine red lipstick, and then took off the cap. "We have to stay entertained somehow,"
Chase placed his hand on Zoey's leg.
Zoey looked down at him. "Just be lucky you're awake."
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