Chapter 2 – Do you call that "friendzone"?

Next day Quinn woke up at seven thirty a.m. She was ready. She got off her bed and walked slowly to the other side of the room. Allison slept as deeply as a lazy boy, so she wasn't likely to wake up in the middle of her plan.

When Quinn was connecting some wires to Allison's head, someone entered to the room without knocking. It was Vince Blake.

"What the hell are you doing here?" almost yelled the scientist girl, but could manage to control her voice level. She didn't want her roommates to wake up.

"I just wanted to say hello to my girlfriend" he answered without bothering to lower his voice.

"Don't you think it's too early?"

"Love hasn't got time… Was it like that? Or was it "Time doesn't p…"?"

"Can you just shut up and stop being that stupid, you idiot?"

"Decide, Quinn, is he stupid or idiot?" said Allison amused. She had just woken up and was smiling. "You both certainly can't be undercover agents"

"I just wanted to experiment with your curls"

"While I was sleeping?"

"Yes"

"I'll let you do it after breakfast. And Vince, what do you want?"

"Oh, nothing, Parker" he snapped and closed the door quickly. "Tell Lola that I love her" he said from the other side of the wall.

"Is he always that stupid?"

"Wow, you understand what I think every time I see him"

Both girls went to the canteen and they waited some minutes in the queue until the cook gave them some eggs, toast and orange juice. When they made up to the tables, they met Logan and Chase.

"You the Americans always wake up that early?" Allison asked as she and Quinn took seats next to them.

"No" said Logan as he ate toast with marmalade.

"So?"

"Dunno" said Chase. "We always get up at nine, especially at Mondays"

"Yeah. Even more if we receive nocturnal visits"

"Oh, I'm sorry, guys. I'll never go again to your room"

"Bah, don't worry about us. You can come at any time"

They continued with breakfast and, once they finished, they went to the lockers, which were in the common building. There were classrooms, labs, the canteen, the offices, etc. Their lockers were all together.

"This is Zoey's, that's Lola's, Chase's, mine, Quinn's, Vince's, Mark's –oh, he's a guy in our class," explained Logan to Allison "you'll met him later"

"Oh, we've got classes today? When do they start?"

"In about an hour an a half" said Chase as he examined Quinn's watch.

"Good."

"Well, all is great, but I haven't finished! This is Michael's, that's James'"

After Allison's second tour through the school building, Quinn excused herself and went to the 101, and Chase had to answer his cell phone. It was his mother, so he went to another corridor to talk alone with her. So there was only Allison and Logan left.

"I really like you, Logan"

"Guess what? I like you, too."

"Really?"

"Of course! You are amazing, Al"

"Not everybody thinks so"

"Mh?"

"It's Lola. Lola and Vince, but especially her. She… She simply hates me. Every time she speaks to me –I think she talked to me only twice, but anyway- she uses that bitter tone and… I haven't made her anything, but it seems like I spat on her eye!"

Logan laughed.

"Don't think I don't take it seriously, but next time, if you want me not to laugh, don't say things like 'spat on her eye'"

"Oh… OK"

"You are incredible, Allison. Do you want to come to my room? I'll tell you there which subjects we have today, and you could help me wake up that couple of sleeping boys"

"Sure"

They walked quietly to the 302. He opened the door loudly and started to clap.

"Get up, you bunch of lazy cows" said Allison and Logan started laughing again. Michael threw him a pillow and James snored loudly.

"It's too early, Logan"

"Hey, perhaps I'm not too feminine, but I'm certainly not Logan"

"Oh, it's you, Allison" said James regretfully.

"Haha, no problem. I have some biscuits here, but they don't compare with the eggs that the grumpy cook gives you for breakfast. And orange juice, and toast, and bacon…"

By this time, both James and Michael were already putting their slippers on and racing to the canteen.

"You are a genius" said Logan.

"I only hope they notice they are in pyjamas before the girls see them" said Allison trying not to burst into a laugh.

They spent about an hour together. At first, they started to read the schedule, but after less than a minute they started joking, and five minutes later they were playing mini-basketball. Logan and the guys had a kit of it in the bedroom. When Allison won, Logan wouldn't accept it.

"We said it was a five points match" Allison said.

"No, I said ten"

"Five"

"Ten"

"Five"

"Ten!"

"You're just angry because you can't believe that a girl beat you"

"You didn't beat me"

"I did"

They discussed it for several minutes. When Allison was going to say that she was getting bored, Logan grabbed her by the waist and kissed her. It wasn't a great kiss; it was brief, but sincere. Allison kissed him back without noticing. She hadn't kissed a boy in her whole life because everybody just seemed to think she was a boy by the way she acted. And now Logan... No, that couldn't be true. She pushed him back softly and looked him at the eyes.

"You blushed" he whispered and smiled to her.

"Had you expected another reaction from me?"

"No"

That was an embarrassing moment. None knew what to do. Luckily, or unluckily, the door suddenly opened and Michael entered.

"I won, James, ha ha!" he celebrated. Then he saw them and stopped dead. Allison tried to smile and make as nothing had happened. As if it was normal for two friends who met the previous day to be so close. And if it wasn't enough strange, they had kissed each other. Michael at least didn't see them in that moment, but anyone could guess what had happened.

"We were practicing mini-basketball" explained Allison. Logan, for the first time, didn't know what to say. "I think I stink, too much sport for a morning, I'll go and change my clothes. See you" she said as she passed Michael without looking at Logan. She went out and closed the door behind her. She needed to think.

Once she had a friend, a real friend, she had to ruin it by kissing him!

Back at the 101, Lola was busy reading a fashion-magazine on Quinn's bed. The bed's owner was stirring clothes, lots of them, and just couldn't find something that fitted her. Zoey was still in bed watching the ceiling.

"Zoey! What happened to you? Are you all right?" asked Allison as she entered the room, and suddenly forgot her Logan-related problem.