Vince is Back

What if Quinn had a change of heart when it came to Lola and Vince's relationship?

Quinn's Point of View

This week has not been going at all like I had hoped.

Mark had broken up with me almost three weeks ago, and ever since Logan and I have been getting a lot closer. So far, my relationship with Logan has been nothing like my relationship with Mark.

Unlike Mark, Logan is sweet, caring, and way more affectionate towards me; all of which has come as a big surprise. The only problem was that we were terrified about other people discovering that we like each other. This has been causing a lot of stress for the both of us lately, feeling like we constantly have to be looking over our shoulders, but surprisingly, sneaking around has been kind of fun.

Being with Logan has made me a lot happier than I ever was with Mark, but this week has been a lot more stressful than normal.

Vince was back at PCA.

I could hear Zoey and Lola arguing even before I entered our dorm room.

With a sigh, I made the turn into my room and headed straight over towards the couch to grab my laptop. I had some homework I needed to finish. Whatever my friends were arguing about this time, I wanted to stay out of it. I was planning to step in just long enough to grab my stuff, and hopefully get out without Zoey or Lola dragging me into the disagreement.

No such luck.

"Did you hear what Lola did?" Zoey asked when she saw me coming in.

"What did she do now?" I asked, reaching for my backpack to stow my laptop in.

I felt a hand rest on my shoulder and turned my head to see Zoey motioning for me to sit down.

With a sigh, I turned around, placed my bag on the floor, and sat down on the couch.

This better be good.

Taking a seat on her bed, Zoey said, "Vince was in Lola's yoga class today."

"Oh, really," I stated, feigning an interest. The irritation that had been directed towards my two friends now switched to Vince. I turned to look at Lola, who was standing on the other side of the room. "What happened? Did he try and talk to you?"

I was expecting Lola to look upset after having to deal with the kid that had beat up our best friends, but she wasn't. She appeared to be . . . happy.

Puzzled, I turned back to Zoey and raised an eyebrow in question.

"She kissed him."

"What?" I chocked.

"Lola kissed Vince . . . four times."

I wondered if I had hit my head, or maybe travelled to another dimension.

"Has she lost her mind?"

"Yes, she's a traitor."

"Stop talking about me like I'm not in the room," Lola said with a slight whine in her voice.

"You do realize that you kissed the same boy who beat up our best friends!" I reminded her.

How could she do this? With Vince?

Logan was going to be furious when I told him.

"Yes, I know that," Lola expressed. "But he's changed. He's really nice now. Did you know he helps raise money for orphans in Nicaragua?" She was obviously hoping that hearing about Vince's new 'caring' side would help win us over, but it wasn't working.

"I can't believe that you would do this," Zoey spoke up. Getting up from her bed, she took a couple steps closer to our friend.

"Of all the boys at PCA," I added, shaking my head in disgust as I moved to stand next to Zoey.

"You guys, listen," Lola pleaded. "I know that Vince used to be a mean, horrible, egomaniac, but people can change." The anger on my face began to soften as she continued. "He's really sweet now, and gentle, and he's really fun to kiss. Four times!" she expressed in excitement.

What she was describing was starting to sound an awful lot like Logan and I.

I may have been starting to come around to the idea of giving Vince a chance, but Zoey was still pissed.

"Quit saying that," Zoey demanded.

"I can't! I had a blast," Lola cheered happily.

I needed to get out of there. I needed time to think all of this through . . . I needed to see Logan.

"I can't listen to this," I said, hoping to get away for a while. "I'm going for a walk."

"I'll come with you," Zoey said, leaving me no choice but to have her tag along.

I had to find some way to lose her if I was going to meet up with my boyfriend.

"Lola?!" Logan exclaimed.

"Kissed Vince Blake?" Michael added.

I had been hoping to talk to Logan alone about this, but by the time I lost Zoey and made it to the boy's dorm room, Michael had returned from his date with Lisa. They were both currently sitting on the ground in the middle of their room; blocks of wood were lying around them.

I simply shrugged my shoulders at their response. "She says he's changed and that he's really nice now."

"Ugh . . ." Michael groaned in frustration.

"Well, we don't care if he has changed," Logan snapped.

"That's right," Michael added. "Logan and I are going to take care of Mr. Vince Blake."

"How?" I questioned, slightly nervous about the determination in their voices.

"With this . . ." Logan said, gesturing to the pile of wood that was in front of him.

"What is it?" I asked, shaking my head.

"A spring-loaded launching device," Logan explained.

I frowned at them. "You mean a catapult?"

Michael nodded his head, and read from the instruction manual in his hand. "When it's finished, it will fling any five pound item over three hundred yards."

"Vince will get his comeuppance," Logan stated confidently.

Next to him, his roommate was nodding in approval. "Yes, he will."

An idea suddenly flashed into my mind on how I could get Logan alone for a few minutes.

"You guys want some help?" I asked, gesturing towards the wood.

Logan sent me a small smile at my offer. "That would be great."

I took a couple steps closer to them. "Hey, Michael. Can you go to my room and get my toolbox? It's in the closet," I said, holding my hand out towards him. "I'll start looking over the directions."

"Sure," he said, handing me the manual and then pushed himself up on to his feet. "Be right back." And he disappeared out the door.

Closing the door behind him, I left it unlocked before turning back to face my boyfriend only to find him smirking at me.

"Just can't get enough of me, can you?" he taunted.

I tried not to smile back at that, but I couldn't help it. "We aren't going to make out," I informed him as I took a seat across from him.

Logan pouted at this. "Why not?"

Rolling my eyes, I said, "Because I need to talk to you about something."

Hearing this, Logan put on a slightly more serious face and leaned forward. "What's up?"

I hesitated before responding. I wasn't sure how he was going to react to what I had to say. With a sigh, I slowly said, "I think we should give Lola and Vince a chance."

He blinked at this. "You can't be serious." I kept my eyes locked on his. "Why?" he finally asked.

"Because Vince is a lot like you in some ways." Logan opened his mouth to defend himself, but before he could get a word out I continued. "Think about it, Logan. Vince was very arrogant and self-absorbed. He was mean and an egomaniac. All of which you were, and can be even now, at times." Logan tried to jump in again, but I held a hand up to let him know I wasn't finished. "But over the last couple of weeks, I have gotten to see a different side of you. You can be sweet, caring, and romantic when you want to be . . . and Lola claims that Vince is really all of those things as well."

I watched his face as this information slowly sank in. He let out small sigh of his own before finally speaking. "Okay . . . I guess you're right."

"Good." I sent him a smile.

Glancing down at the pile of wood that separated us, Logan asked, "So what are we going to do with all this?"

I shrugged my shoulders, and opened the manual that was still in my hands. "We're going to build a catapult."

Logan raised an eyebrow. "I thought you wanted me to let this go."

"No," I stated slowly. "I said, I wanted us to give Lola and Vince's relationship a chance. The guy did still beat you up. You do deserve to get your revenge for that."

Logan tilted his head to one side as he studied me, and the smile on my face grew.

"You remember last year when you called me a 'spaz'? We were friends then, but I still got you back for upsetting me." I nodded towards the wood. "This is no different then that."

He grinned. "Poor guy has no idea what he got himself into, does he?"

I smirked.