He hated her. Hated everything about her, her laugh, her weird inventions, her glasses...the cute way she wrinkled her nose at him when he annoyed her, the way her hair always seemed to smell like jasmine and some kind of chemical...Damn it, Logan Reese thought to himself, sprawled out on the sofa of the lounge in the girl's dormitory, his eyes focused on the object of his thoughts, who was currently pressed to the floor with one arm under the couch, struggling to reach the pen she had dropped beneath it. He was in love with Quinn Pensky, had been in love with her since almost the first day they met...but how was he supposed to tell her? He had been a jerk to her for almost three years, and she was still dating that idiot Mark Del Figgalo...Sighing a bit as he dropped to his knees and stretched out beside her, his fingers brushing hers when he reached beneath the couch and grabbed the pen, he lifted his head to look at her, his thoughts going back to the first time they had met...