NEW STORYYYYYY! EEPPP! This is my first first person POV story. I'm just, ugh. QUOGAN OVERLOAD. Ok so, this is if Quinn broke up with Mark, and no bench scene. Just her crying, then eventually going to her dorm, ALONE. No Prince Charming, or Logan. Oh, and Chase is here, but not James. I kinda think Quinn may tell Chase or something I don't really know. GOODBYE ZOEY NEVER HAPPENED. That will be why. But, anyway, here we go!

Disclaimer- I don't own Zoey 101. If I did, it would still be going on, even with Jamie Lynn Spears' pregnant ass.

I pace anxiously around my dorm room. I look down at the bag and the content inside. I snuck it from the nurse's office. I sigh. Maybe I shouldn't start here, though. How about before I tell you my story, let me tell you about myself.

My name is Quinn Pensky. I'm a 17 year-old scientist. I go to PCA, a boarding school in California. My roommates, Lola Martinez and Zoey Brooks, were on a field trip to a waterpark. I decided not to attend because it seemed stupid, and I had a Quinnvention to work on. Quinnventions are machines I invent, and since my name is Quinn, I gave them the name, Quinnventions. Anyway, a few others didn't go, but there was one in particular.

Logan Reese, the jerkwad and playboy of PCA. He's cute, don't get me wrong, but, ugh. See, I just broke up with my boyfriend Mark, or ex now, because he said he wanted a little 'break', just so he could date another woman. Like, seriously? Who does that? Anyway. Logan was failing physics, and I, being a scientist, was told to tutor him. Ugh. And well, here is what happened a few nights ago.

I knocked on Logan's door. I held all the things we needed to study. He opened it. The power had went out earlier, due to a bit of bad weather, and the room was lit by candles only. I was surprised he could know how to use a lighter without burning down the whole school. His roommates, Michael Barrett and Chase Matthews were on the trip too. He got banned from the trip, due to his anger problems, so it was just him.

"Sup," he replied. I walked in and sat down. "Why do you have all that stuff?"

"So you can actually learn," I replied, sitting the stuff down. He picked up the tape measure I had.

"What is this thingy?" he asked.

"Put that down!" I told him, coming over and swiping it out of his hands. "Let's just get this over with," I said. I sat back down on the couch.

He sat down next to me. God he was adorable. Wait what was that? SNAP OUT OF IT QUINN! After what seemed liked forever, but was only a few minutes, we were screaming at each other.

"IT'S SO SIMPLE!" I screamed. It was simple. So, so, so, so simple.

"IT'S NOT THAT SIMPLE!" he screamed. He was cute when he was angry. What? Oh god.

We were soon in each other's face, and I don't know. I guess we sorta...

Umm...

Well...

Kissed? Yea, Um, Kissed. Well now I just made things awkward. We kissed for a while, which turned into a make-out session, which turned into sex. Yea. So, I guess you could say I was what happened. That was awkward, don't want to talk about it. And now, I sit in my empty dorm, holding a pregnancy test. I looked down at is and sighed.

"Nice job, being smart." I say to myself sarcastically. I got up from my bunk and looked out into the hallway. No one. I made a mad dash for the bathroom. I peaked inside. One person, using a stall. I decided to go to the stall farthest from the occupied one. I opened the box quietly. I heard the person in the other stall flush, open the door, wash her hands and leave. I sighed.

I sat the box down, and decided I would rip it up to shreds and bury it, just to hide evidence. I peed on the little stick, which is like 10000000% impossible. But, somehow it worked. I flushed, and sat the test on the top of the toilet as I washed my hands. I grabbed a paper towel and wrapped the test in it. I picked up the box, and made another mad dash to my room. I shut the door. I sat it on my bed and paced back and forth.

Again.

I sighed, and decided to check it. I looked down, only to find it say...

Negative.

Just kidding, positive.

I just stared at it.

"Bu-.. no.. ho.. wa...," I said, staring down at the test again.

No.. this can't be happening. I mean, Logan? LOGAN REESE? Oh my god, what was he gonna say? He hates me. I don't know. And Zoey and Lola come back tomorrow. I don't think I could tell anyone. I could tell Lola and Zoey, you know, if Logan wasn't the father. I sighed. The little things in life are always the ones that get you down. I couldn't tell anyone. I needed a plan. A great plan.

That's when Plan X popped into my head. Yes, Plan X. Anyway, here is what would happen.

1. I wouldn't tell anyone. NO ONE.

2. Get rid of my tight shirts, buy sweatshirts.

3. Hide it until summer break, in 3 months.

4. Get a secret abortion.

I know, abortion is murder, and everyone hates it. But, when your about to become a teenage mother at a boarding school with a guy you hate, and you want to become a famous scientist, it's your best bet.

As I slowly cry myself to sleep, I think of the positives of being pregnant.

1. No periods for a few months

2. Sweatshirts! Who doesn't love sweatshirts.

3. Umm... experience for carrying a child?

4. Ok I give up.

5. Seriously. This list needs to stop.

6. Ok maybe I should sleep.

And that's around the time I feel into a deep sleep.

I feel like this is to casual. Ugh. ANYWAY, what do you guys think? I actually think Plan X is a stupid name. But, if any of you get a great name idea for the plan, please comment! I may use it! :) Thanks for reading :)

-Liv