Chapter 1: (Michael's P.O.V.)

This was a nightmare, right? This is an absolute dream: no sense of even considering the possibility that this could actually be happening, right?

But there she was, kissing him, someone who wasn't me. I mean… why? Why would she deliberately hurt me like this? I loved her, and she loved me.

At least I thought she did. And I thought I did.

I looked next to me, away from the embracing couple, completely unawares of the six pairs of watching eyes.

And I looked into one of them: deep into the brown orbs that were so distinctively hers. And they seemed to be drowning in tears.

"Vince," She whispered, barely audible. Before repeating: "Vince."

The couple broke apart instantly, and suddenly I was glaring at Lisa. How could she do this to me? How could she do this with him? With Vince?

And next to me, Lola broke down: the tears exploding from her brown eyes.

Vince approached us, silently watching Lola weep. "I'm so sorry." He consoled. "I didn't want to-"

And before he could finish his sentence Lola slapped him across the face, hard, and I almost felt sorry for him.

"Save it." And she turned away, nearly running out of the room, Zoey and Quinn soon to follow.

"Michael," Lisa said to me.

"I can't believe you would do this; Lisa… but whatever, I guess, I can't do anything to fix this. I really just don't want to hear about it. I hope you two are happy." I replied bitterly, before exiting much like Lola, Chase and Logan in suit.

"Dude, you okay?" Logan questioned me.

I wiped at my eyes: "Yeah, they're just allergies… oh crap, why am I kidding myself. How could Lisa do this?"

"That's one heart of stone, Mike." Chase remarked sarcastically, and then turned serious as he watched the hurt on my face.: "But I really don't think she wanted to hurt you."

"I don't care if she really had good intentions, because she did hurt me." I fumed: "And how could she do this to Lola? She knew Vince was dating her! But no, her and Blake make kissy faces anyway, not caring whose heart they break."

"Are you upset or are you upset for Lola?" Logan asked with his eyebrows furrowed. His hands deep within his pockets; it was cold, and none of us wore jackets.

"What are you talking about, boy?" My eyes widened: "All I'm saying is that, poor Lola, I mean she really liked Vince, and he went and made-out with another girl! Not to mention, she's a girl, girls get more upset about these things, I'm just saying I feel bad for her."

"You really liked Lisa, and she went and made-out with another boy. Why is Lola the only thing you care about?" Chase looked at me, and Logan joined waiting for my reaction. They shared a quick look, almost as if they had asked a question they already knew the answer to, like they were testing me.

"Well, maybe… there's someone else who's just better for me." I finished lamely. "Maybe Lisa wasn't the one."

"It's about time you admitted it." Logan replied harshly. "I mean you've obviously been crushing on Lola since after junior prom last year."

"I didn't say anything about Lola!" I shouted harshly… "Wait, you guys… you knew?"

Chase nodded: "Yep." As if that was the only necessary explanation.

"O,"

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Logan snapped at me. He must have seen the way I arched my eyebrows. "You've got a broken-hearted girl ready for a rebound and your passing it up."

Chase and I stared coldly at him, and he sighed before rephrasing: "She's upset and she needs you Michael. Go to her, find her, tell her the truth."

And I did, I ran clumsily towards dorm 101, tripping over a tower of empty ravioli cans in the girl's lounge and accidentally busting through Stacey Dillsen's door instead of Zoey, Quinn and Lola's.

I broke open the door to their room, to find a confused expression on Quinn's face, an expecting Zoey and a no-longer crying Lola. That was when I realized I probably had interrupted something, something big.

I was about to leave when her chocolate brown eyes met mine, and I felt like I might drown in them if I didn't look away.

But if I did look away, I knew that those orbs would draw me in again.

She jumped into a standing position. "Michael," She greeted.

"Lola." I gasped, completely out of breath.

Quinn and Zoey pryingly watched as we stood in silence.

There were so many things I could have said. Things like, 'How are you holding up?' or 'I'm so sorry about what happened.' But I didn't.

My mouth seemed as if it had a mind of it's own. I stood there trying to find the connection between my brain and tongue. Defeated, we continued to stand there in silence. Until finally, I broke it: "I think I love you."