Here we go, new chapter to Learning. I’m so sorry for not updating this. I really wanted to, put I just kept putting it off. Well, it’s here now, so whatever. On with the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Zoey 101 or any of its characters.

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“Hey, Dana, you want pizza or sushi tonight?” I asked while shifting through a pile of old newspapers looking for my English assignment.

“Neither, I’m going on a date tonight,” Date?

“Oh, so little miss Dana Cruz has a hot date tonight. With whom has that pleasure?” I said, concealing my jealousy quite well.

“Matt from French class.”

“Fucking scumbag,” I muttered under my breath. Anyone but him, and I would be okay.

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing, I didn’t say anything!”

“Logan, I’m blind not deaf. Don’t you be dissing my date. Now grow up and tell me what color this shirt is,” she said while holding up purple shirt.

“Purple, and don’t you dare tell me to grow up! That kid started the war when he told me he was a better basketball player!” I explained while still desperately searching for my assignment.

“I may be blind, but I know green doesn’t look good on you, Logan,” she smirked, with her hands on her hips.

I threw her back an identical smirk, that I knew she couldn’t see, but I was positive she could feel, while walking closer to her. “Are you implying that I’m jealous?”

“I’m not just implying it, I’m stating it as a fact,” She grinned, inching even closer to me. I could feel the sexual tension building. This had happened many times before, but all she had left me with was a caress of the cheek and whipped around a continued what she was doing. But this time, she wasn’t getting off so easy.

“Oh so you are?” I whispered in her ear, as I circled my arms around her and brought her closer to me.

“It seems that Logan Reese hasn’t lost his charm,” She flirted back. I could feel that tingling in my stomach that I got every time I was determined to kiss a girl. Dana Cruz was no exception.

“You know it babe,” I said while the final word was cut off by our lips violently crashing together. But the kiss was over right after it began, when a knock on the door stopped us from our previous actions. Dana dashed to it, swiftly avoiding furniture that took her weeks to do. She opened the door and greeted the person with a kiss on the cheek. I’m guessing it was Matt. She turned around to grab her purse off the nightstand, but not without giving me one of her seductive smirks. She closed the door without saying by, leaving me still glued to the spot.

Dana taught me that day; sometimes it was okay to be green with envy.

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Well, that was one of the lighter chapters in this story. Sorry for the long wait. I’m going to try to update Not Your Average Closet Story really soon. So tell me if you enjoyed it. Also, although Dana and Logan are sharing a room, this doesn’t mean they are going any farther than kissing. That’s not what was intended. So read and review please!