'Wish I had concentrated. They said love was complicated. But it's something I just fell into. And it was overrated, but just look what I created. I came out alive but I'm black and blue.'

Love sucks. It really does, and if you have ever been in love before, you most likely already know that. The guy you think is great, though he has his flaws; a bit boring and emotionless, is eventually going to break you heart. I dated Mark for two years. Two whole years, and he reacts by getting together with Brooke. At the time, I hated her. He broke up with me, and she knew it, yet she still had the nerve to go on a date with him. Brooke, the tank top clad trollop had the nerve to go on a date with my Mark. Perhaps I overreacted a bit, but I'm not so sure anymore. Sure, I may have reacted a bit unlike myself, but anyone who had any feelings at all would have had some kind of out of character reaction. And maybe, I didn't zap him, but I really wanted to. That would have made me so happy. However, Zoey and Lola confiscated both my zap watch and anklet from me, leaving me with only my angry words to attack Mark with.

Okay, so I was still alive after the pain he put me through, but I obviously I was hurting. It was like I had bruises all over my body, but no one could see them. What I felt was invisible bruises, that hurt so painfully bad, but I was the only one who knew exactly how bad they were; only I knew the pain those theoretical bruises could cause and suffer me with. Those bruises broke my heart; Mark caused the invisible bruises and broke my heart, and for that, I would never be able to forgive him.

'Before you ask me if I'm alright, think about what I had to do. Wake up and smell the break-up, fix my heart, put on my makeup. Another mess I didn't plan. And I'll bet you thought you beat me, wish you could only see, I've got an "I Heart ?" written on the back of my hand.'

He wasn't going to apologize, so I'm not sure what forced me to change myself. I had thought he liked Brooke because she was hot, and so that was what I planned to do. I straightened my hair, shed a few layers of clothing, and caked on so much makeup so that it looked like my eyes had been attacked by a black permanent marker. Since I thought it would help me get Mark back, I didn't care how ridiculous I thought I looked. If that's what he wanted, that's what he would get. Zoey told me that looking like that wasn't a good way to get attention. I didn't listen to her though, because it seemed to be working pretty well. I had already had a few boys come up and flirt with me. Get that? They were flirting with me, Quinn Pensky. Sure, I had never talked to them before in my life, but I had a feeling that if it worked on them, it would definitely work on Mark.

I flirted with Mark, and I was shocked and devastated to find that he was not impressed. Not at all. Firewire was, but he kind of creeped us all out, so he had zero chance. As I said, a few other guys were impressed, but I didn't even care about the likes of them.

'I'd be fine if you just walked by, but you had to talk about why you were wrong and I was right.'

Okay, so maybe he didn't say he was wrong, or say I was right. He said absolutely nothing of the sort. But he did stop and explain to me why he liked Brooke, and that was the last straw. He told me that did not like Brooke because of her hotness. Yeah, right. He said they had a connection- and her hotness was just gravy, which I could not believe he said. That sentence right there is what blew it. Like I am supposed to believe that. He absolutely hates gravy. I put gravy on his potato one time, and that was the one argument we had. It wasn't even much of an argument. But that one time I did that, he didn't talk to me for two days. It was completely ridiculous. So the concept of Mark saying that Brooke's hotness was his gravy is ridiculously hypocritical.

So I guessed that was it. There would be no more Quinn and Mark. I did everything I could to fix it, but it was useless. It was over, and he had officially, and truly, broken my heart this time.

'But I can't believe you made me sit at home, cry like a baby. Wait right by the phone every night.'

I was at my worst; my lowest point, and so I did the only thing I could think of that would possibly help. It might not have helped much, but it was the only solution I could think of. I cried. I sat on a bench outside, and I drowned the entire world out. I didn't even have the concentration to change out of the Brooke competition outfit. So I sat there; in shorts and a flimsy tank top, still looking like someone out to impress someone. Now however, that was completely out of the question. I wasn't looking to impress, or even talk to anyone. I wanted to be alone and drown in my solemn thoughts. I wasn't sure how long I sat there. It could have been seconds, minutes, or hours. I didn't keep track, because I honestly did not care, and at that moment, time was worthless and irrelevant. So for the second time in my life, I was depressed. I thought I was depressed when I missed my alpaca, Otis. This was worse. That was a matter of longing and friendship. That was a problem that could be solved by just visiting him; being able to pet and see him again. This was so much different. This time, it was a matter of the heart. I would see Mark again, no doubt, which was the worst part of it. Seeing Mark would only break my heart further, because I knew he would be something I would never have, and I would never be able to leave that behind me. It was unforgettable. I was almost dry out of tears by now, but if someone were to come up to me now, it would be obvious to even the most oblivious person that I had been crying, and the water droplets I have been wiping from my eyes were tears. And of course, with my great luck, that is exactly what happens.

Logan comes speeding by on his Jet-X, and he stops to speak to me. I do not want to talk to him. I do not want to talk to anyone, especially not an obnoxious jerk like him.

"What's your problem?" he asks, quite rudely, like I expected.

"Nothing, Logan. Just keep riding." I said, hoping he will leave me alone like I want. But he doesn't. He parks the vehicle and takes off his helmet and backpack, coming to talk to me.

"You been crying?" he asked. So he noticed something was wrong. He was an idiot, but against what people think, he isn't completely stupid. He notices things. Logan came and sat on the same bench as me. This is different for Logan. He's usually not one to help people, but I suppose some people can change. Little by little. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." I said, annoyed, but you could hear the hurt in my voice.

"Come on, talk to me." We sit in silence for a few long moments, but I gather myself enough to turn and face him so I can talk.

"Mark broke up with me."

"Oh yeah, I heard you got dumped." I glared at him. "Broken up with."

"Yeah. After two years!" Thanks a lot Logan, for making me cry again, after I thought my tears were gone.

"Why'd he dump…" More dagger glares. "Break up with you.

"Cause he fell for Brooke Margollin." I said, angry.

"Oh, she's hot." Logan said, not thinking, showing his jerk side again. I kept giving him these glares like daggers, but he was not understanding the signal. So I repeated the action, and gave him another glare. "Hot-ish." Nice save, Logan. I rolled my eyes, ignoring him.

"I guess I can't be mad at Mark." I said, realizing that complaining about him wasn't going to fix anything.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I think Mark's an idiot." Logan said. I already knew Logan hated Mark. He reminded us of that practically every day.

"Yeah, yeah, I know you hate him." I turned my head away, not wanting to deal with Logan.

"I don't hate him. I mean, he's an idiot for breaking up with you." I was shocked to hear those words come out of Logan's mouth. The normally conceited jerk was, for once, actually acting like a decent, caring, human being.

"Why do you say that?" I asked, wondering what prompted him to say what he just did.

"I don't know." He shrugged. "I mean, Look. We all know you're weird." I rolled my eyes. That is definitely something he would do. Act all caring and sensitive for once, and then bam! When you least expect it, he throws out something like that. "But you're smart, you're pretty, and you're kinda fun."

"Thanks." I said, rolling my eyes again, with practically no emotion showing.

"Sure. And uh, why are you dressed like that?" I should have seen that coming. Of course I was going to be asked that. It would be stupid to assume that he wouldn't notice.

"I was trying to compete with Brooke." I said, the emotions slowly, but surely coming back to my brain. I realized how stupid I was to compete with her. It did absolutely nothing. No good came out of the entire act, so the whole thing was stupid and pointless.

"Well, don't." Logan said, looking at my eyes. He took my glasses from where they were sitting on my bag, and he placed them on my face, where they belonged. "Hey, there's Quinn." I smiled very slightly as this, and it was a bit forced. But against it all, it was still a smile. That was surely a good sign. When Logan had placed my glasses upon my face, he moved closer by a few miniscule inches.

Totally unexpected, he started leaning forward. To my surprise, so did I. Our faces were inches away, and his hand was placed on my cheek. He and I closed the gap and our lips simultaneously met. He was kissing me. Never had it ever occurred to me that I would one day be kissing Logan Reese. I would have laughed in the face of anyone who suggested it. Now that it was happening though; as he was kissing me, I realized it actually wasn't so bad. In the years I had known Logan, he had always been the obnoxious jerk. It was a given. I also realized that as time passed, he got better. During my first year at PCA, he was the biggest, most sexist jerk I had ever met. But as I was here longer, he made friends, girl friends, and learned to trust people. In him learning to trust people, in exchange, people began to trust him back. We were somewhat of friends now. Out of all the people in our friend group, the two of us were the two who were the least of friends, but I could still kind of count on him, even though it was highly possible he would mess something up. A good thing though; we didn't absolutely hate each other anymore.

We then heard Zoey and Michael yelling, and we heard a cantering horse, and immediately split apart. What on earth were the two of them doing, riding on a horse?

"Weirdest day ever." Logan said, separating the words. He had a look of confusion on his face, and truer words could not have been said.

"Uh huh." I responded, only able to nod at that point. I could not believe what just happened. It was insane and I couldn't have agreed more. We slid to opposite ends of the bench, and from there it was all awkward. We gave each other looks, which translated into words that could not have been far from "What just happened?" Man, was this going to get awkward.

Oops, almost forgot. Disclaimer: No, I do not own the characters of Zoey 101, or the plot. I also do not own Taylor Swifts song, I Heart Question Mark. Thank you.

A/N: Bold: Song Lyrics. In case you haven't read my latest update, this is a song inspired fic of the song, I Heart Question Mark by Taylor Swift, reflecting on Quinn's view of her and Mark's breakup, and her getogether with Logan. Inspired youtube video can be found here: .com/watch?v=SmjsMLBP6wc. This is my favorite song, and I thought it fit perfectly with this. So I hoped you enjoyed, and I will get the remaining 5 or 6 chapters up as soon as possible. Love ya'll so much. Digital kisses for you all- xoxo

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~Sophie