A/N: I'm so sorry I didn't post this earlier! I wanted to post it first thing Saturday but my internet connection was down and then I was forced to do homework but I'm making sure I get it up now. Anyway, I just recapped everything, but I'm starting it off with one more recap. It will be the first three lines. It will be the part you read and think, "Hmm…I swear I just saw this." lol. With no further ado, I present to you:

The Game of Love

Disclaimer: I don't own Zoey 101 or any of the characters. Oh but, as far as I know, I own Dana's middle name. I have no idea what her middle name is so I made one up.

Chapter 1

"I…" Logan began. I can't do this.

The voice argued back, You can, you idiot! Just tell her you meant it!

"I…meant it," he stammered. "I-I love you."

Dana suddenly felt very faint. Her breath caught in her throat and her heart sped up. She felt dizzy. She involuntarily took a step back. She held onto the couch to steady herself. She finally found her voice and shouted, "Logan, don't joke about that!"

Logan was a little surprised. That hadn't been one of the reactions he'd been expecting. He took a deep breath. "I…I'm not joking, Dana," he told her.

Dana felt like she was having deja vou. Once again, her breath caught in her throat, her heart sped up, and she felt dizzy again. She sat down on the arm of the couch, afraid that if she didn't, she might topple over. She closed her eyes. She felt the room spinning. She opened her eyes and saw Logan watching her. Strength suddenly restored, Dana jumped up off the couch. "I-I have to go!" she exclaimed, yet, she didn't move. I'm so confused! she thought.

Logan frowned. He knew that telling her that had been a bad idea! But…she was still here. She wasn't leaving. Why wasn't she leaving? He didn't dare to ask her that though. He wanted her there for as long as he could have her.

Move! she tried to will herself, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Finally, she collapsed back onto the arm of the couch. She looked at the ground. She felt Logan's eyes on her, watching her intently, gazing at her lovingly. She knew this without even looking. She knew that they could've so easily reversed roles, and that scared her. She was vulnerable. She wasn't in control. She hated both of those things. It broke her down. It broke her up.

Dana finally had had enough. She allowed herself to flop down onto the couch. She avoided Logan's gaze. "Don't say anything," she pleaded.

Logan complied. He didn't even utter an, "OK." He sensed that he also shouldn't go over to her, at least, not until she told him to.

Dana closed her eyes and focused on breathing. This was too much for her. He said he loved her. That's impossible! "You're wrong!" she exclaimed suddenly, sitting up.

Logan gave her a questioning look, but still didn't dare to speak. She may have been talking to him – at least, he thought she was, but he couldn't even have been sure of that – but she might not have wanted him to say anything in reply.

Dana shook her head. "No…no," she mumbled. "You're wrong." Logan remained silent. "YOU'RE WRONG!" she screamed at him suddenly, catching him off guard. "Say something!" she instructed.

"What am I wrong about?" he asked.

"You don't…you know. You don't!" she explained, refusing to utter the words he had.

"You think I don't love you, Dana?" he questioned.

Dana cringed. Why did he have to say it again? As long as no one said those words, she could pretend and deny it all she wanted but the second he said that, the games fail. She could see so clearly the truth in his words. Everything he said was chocolate coated in his love for her. It was scary. It was crazy. It was incredibly sweet.

"Dana," Logan started, cautiously approaching her. "Dana," he continued, gently taking her hands in his. When she didn't pull away, he pressed on, "I do love you, Dana. This is so hard for me. I don't know what this is doing to you and I don't know what this is doing to us. I'd hate to lose you because of this, but I'm afraid I might. You're just so…unpredictable. I know you so well, yet I can't figure out how you feel."

I'm not surprised you don't know how I feel. I don't know how I feel! Dana thought. She took a deep breath. "Logan, I…I don't know," she confessed. Tell him what you're thinking! she instructed herself. "You don't know how I feel because…I don't know how I feel. I told you Logan, you're a problem for me. You take away my control. I hate not being in control. I feel helpless. I hate that feeling. It…it scares me. I don't know what's going on with us right now. I don't know if there is an us. I don't know what to think. I don't know what to feel. I just don't know!" Dana could feel herself breaking down. She didn't want to start crying again. She'd already opened up to Logan too much. She'd told him too much. She'd gotten too close to him.

"Dana, why'd you tell them we were dating?" Logan inquired.

Dana hesitated. Why had she done that? That had been so stupid! It had made sense at the time but now she was questioning it. She was questioning everything she'd done with Logan lately. "I…I didn't want anyone to get suspicious," she informed him. Logan gave her a questioning look but didn't say anything. He knew she'd continue. And she did. "I couldn't try to pin it on you, so I said we were dating. I know it doesn't seem to make much sense but…it was for the bet."

The bet.

The words rang through Logan's head. The bet. That stupid bet. She probably didn't like him at all! This was all just because of that stupid bet! Logan suddenly felt incredibly stupid. Before he could say anything though, Dana resumed talking, "We had to make everyone believe we were dating. I figured if I couldn't deny the fact that I was making out with you, then I could at least use the bet to my advantage."

"Oh, ok. Wow, it's late. We've been here a while. Chase and Michael probably fell asleep in the lounge by now. You know, they're going to go do room checks soon. I'll see you tomorrow, Dana," Logan announced. He didn't move though. He didn't lead her to the door, he didn't open the door. He didn't even move away from her. It was like when she had said she was leaving but had just stood there. They both couldn't do it. They suddenly became powerless.

Dana suddenly felt like crying. No! You are not some crybaby! Nicole would cry over a guy, but not you! You're Dana Sierra Cruz! You do not get upset over some guy! Especially Logan! she scolded herself. It was fine, until the last part of her thought. If you're going to get upset over some guy, it would be Logan. the little voice argued. "Bye," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Logan felt his throat close up. He felt awful. He leaned in and gave Dana a quick kiss on the cheek. "Bye, cupcake," he replied softly.

They looked at each other wistfully, neither one doing anything to bring the other back. Finally, Dana sighed and broke their stares. She began to head towards the door. Her legs were moving incredibly slow. Logan followed her to the door, both saying nothing. Dana put her hand on the doorknob. She closed her eyes and slowly turned the knob.

Instinctively, Logan put his hand over hers, stopping her. He couldn't stand it. They looked at each other. "I have to go," Dana mouthed. Words were lost on both of them. They were lost in their own little world. Nothing else existed. Nothing else mattered.

Logan couldn't take it anymore. He pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss. Unknowingly, he also pulled her into a deep state of confusion. So many things rushed through her mind, and she couldn't grasp any of them. She pulled away, too overwhelmed. She yanked the door open and ran out. She ran to the end of the hall, before collapsing onto the ground. She put her head in her hands. She'd never been that girl. She'd never been that girl to get worked up over a guy. She'd never been that girl to cry over a guy. She'd never been that girl to open up to a guy. She'd never been that girl to lose control to a guy. She'd never been that girl to love – truly love – a guy. She'd never been that girl to let herself get hurt. She'd never been that girl sitting on the floor, a complete wreck. She'd never been that girl that she was right now.

A/N: Wow, this chapter's kind of sad. I hope the sequel's at least starting to do the original a little bit of justice. Or at least look like it might start to. This chapter is onto a 4th page in my standard format thing, but I find it short in comparison to my later chapters. After a while, I don't think I really have any chapters below five pages. I know throughout the story they're all (I'm pretty sure) at least onto a fourth page. And reading this chapter and thinking about what I've just written, I think my writing's changed too. I remember that I loved this chapter when I first wrote it, but now I like the later chapters better. Anyway, enough of my rambling! I'll post chapter 2 after I get at least 5 reviews! Thanks! Bye!