Okay, so I checked my email looking for my friend to email me back and suddenly, I have a bunch of alerts for this story, and a few for Time Fix. You guys are awesome. So I decided to go ahead and post chapter two. Thanks for the reassurance that I got the characters right, because I serioulsy think that I don't have their personalities down right. Like evey chapter, I think it's a bit OOC. So here's chapter two! Yippee! Yah! I could use a little pep in my day.

The Lie Can Be The Truth. Right?

After awkwardly going over their project together, Logan left, and once Quinn was sure he was a safe, non kissable distance away, say the time it takes for him to get to his dorm, she left to take a walk.

She kissed Logan Reese. Logan Reese! The most obnoxious, egotistical, self-centered guy she'd ever known! What was she thinking?

'That's he's really hot with his gorgeous brown eyes, great hair, and rain shower body spray.'

'Oh, shut up, brain,' she chided.

'His arms also fit perfectly around you waist-'

'I said shut it!'

Quinn was about to sit on a bench, but decided against it. Sitting on a bench would just make her think bout him more, and going back to her dorm would defiantly spark feelings which she did not want to be sparked. She decided to sit down on the bench.

'Why would I kiss Logan? Well, really, he kissed me. I didn't exactly object though. Maybe there's something wrong with me. A chemical imbalance. Yeah. Quick, factor 10x^2 + 3x - 23!'

"Hey Quinn."

"What?"

She turned to see Mark sitting next to her. She rolled her eyes.

"What do you want, Mark?"

"I wanted to talk to you. Lola and Zoey said you might be in your dorm, but you probably wouldn't want to talk to me, and I was on my way there when I saw you over here."

"Well they were right, I don't want to talk to you."

"Quinn, I-"

"Hey, Del Figgalo."

Quinn and Mark looked up to see Logan.

Logan didn't go back to his dorm after the whole chemistry thing with Quinn. Instead, he found he was walking a big circle, or whatever the shape of the path was, near the bench. He would sometimes stray off the short path and take the long one, going back around and ending up at the bench again.

'I can not believe I kissed Quinn Pensky! She's totally not my type! I go for hot girls. Well, Quinn is kinda hot… But she's so annoying… annoyingly cute with her pretty hair and the way her brows furrow when she's deep in thought trying to figure out-"

"Oh my God!"

This was so not happening. He could not like Quinn. It was just- it was not supposed to happen. There were songs about those kind of things, weren't there. There was the Paul McCartney song, This Never Happened Before.

'Wait, that ones not a good example. Uh, there's Can't Let Go by Landon Pigg. But I don't think that's a good one either.'

He continued walking and distracting himself with songs, until he got closer to the bench.

"Well they were right, I don't want to talk to you."

That was Quinn. Who did she not want to talk to? He walked around to the bench and saw Quinn sitting there looking annoyed with Mark Del Figgalo.

"Quinn I-"

"Hey, Del Figgalo."

They both looked up at him.

"Logan," Mark acknowledged.

"Logan, what are you-"

"Is he bothering you?"

"No," Mark replied, "We were just talking."

"But she said she didn't want to talk to you."

"Logan," Quinn said, standing up, "Logan can I talk to you?"

He chose to ignore her and focus on Mark. If she didn't want to talk to him, then he shouldn't be around.

"Look, I just want to talk to Quinn, why does it matter to you, anyway?" Mark asked.

"Because she doesn't want to talk to you. If my- if she doesn't want to talk to you, she doesn't have to."

Mark stood up.

"Fine, whatever. Quinn, I'll talk to you later."

Mark walked away, then Quinn turned to Logan.

"Logan, what was that about?"

"I thought you didn't want to talk to him?"

"Well, I didn't, but-"

"So, I did you a favor."

They stood there, toe to toe, just staring at each other for a while. Logan had his hands in his pockets and Quinn had her arms crossed, both giving each other the same look. The "where do we stand with each other" look, mixed with the "I don't get you" look.

"Quinn, Logan?"

They turned away from each other to see Michael, Lola, Chase, and Zoey looking back at them.

"What's going on?" Chase asked.

"Nothing," Logan said.

He turned back to Quinn.

"Right?"

"Nothing at all," Quinn agreed.

They both turned and walked in opposite directions of each other. Quinn towards her dorm and Logan towards his, leaving their friends standing there. Before they were out of earshot of each other, Quinn heard Logan shout.

"You're welcome!"

She tried not to smile, unsuccessfully. Just because he helped her out with Mark didn't mean he felt anything in that kiss. He didn't feel anything, and neither did she. Right?

So you know how some people say reviews make them smile. Yeah, I'm one of those people, and I'm not telling you to review, because I'm not a demanding person, I'm just saying, I could use a little pep in my day. My mom just called me Sommer. I'm Kym, not my sister. Don't you hate when that happens? This whole family, I swear... My uncle is singing the song Poison by Bell, Biv, Devo. It's nice to know where my craziness comes from.