Well, I'm back! I want to thank all of you fabulous people that continue to read and favorite my stories,it inspires me so much. I realized that I may never retrieve what I once wrote, but I don't care. I completely revamped the original idea and went to work. So, as I promised, the next three chapters. I've grown as a writer over these past two years which I hope you all notice. I am very proud to say that I see this story being finished by December at least, depending on how long I want to make it. So please, all of you that have kept this story shelved on the back on your alerts and emails, read and enjoy! I think it's QUOGAN time!

Chapter 2: Now and Then

"I'm not ready for this." Logan turned his head toward the sound of his girlfriend's voice, confusion clouding his face.

"What do you mean?"

"I can't do this. We're seniors, Logan. We- We're not little kids anymore. Everything is going to change. I can't…" Quinn fidgeted with her fingers, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to show. Logan's eyes now burrowed into hers, but she looked away, afraid of what they might reveal. She could hear his steady breathing, just waiting for further explanation; yet, she offered none, instead biting her lips in fear of the words that dared to escape.

"Quinn," he said softly, reaching over to calm her frenetic fingers. Caressing her hand, he silently beckoned her to continue.

"Last year, it was rough. I just…I'm afraid of what this one will bring. Dean Rivers even said that things will change, people, relationships."

"Stop," Logan demanded, his brow furrowing in frustration. He couldn't comprehend how she could think this way, especially after last year. For Logan, the struggles were what made their present year so important, they were able to overcome anything together. Now, he wondered if Quinn believed that they could.

"Logan, we graduate this year. We're going off to college, and we're choosing two completely different lives. I have to think logically about-"

"So why question it now, at the beginning of the school year?" shouted Logan. This outburst drew the attention of more than a few PCA students. Quinn nervously glanced around at the curious eyes now trailing her every move as she and Logan sat, center of attention, in the Quad. Their blue table, covered with now ignored class schedules and sandwiches, now one of the few topics Quinn could catch from the hushed tones of the onlookers.

"Logan," Quinn warned. Logan's eyes had never strayed from Quinn, she wasn't even sure if he was aware of their becoming a spectacle.

"We should get going. I have class in a few minutes, and yours is across campus." Quinn sat there, mouth poised in protest as she watched Logan sling his black book bag over his shoulder, scoop up his papers, discard his leftover food, and make his way down the steps towards the main building. Hoping to avoid any further embarrassment should tears actually escape her eyes, Quinn quickly repeated Logan's earlier actions, making her way across campus as quickly as possible.

"You look like crap," James laughed, eying Logan as he bounded into the class, anger coloring his features. Logan simply ignored him and plopped his bag onto the tan desk in the AP Calculus class. Taking a seat, he tilted his head back and let out a long, calming breath, closing his eyes for a moment of peace.

"What happened?"

"Don't get a girlfriend," was Logan's stoic reply. James simply stared at him, knowing that Logan didn't truly mean what he was saying.

"Care to continue?"

"Quinn's being ridiculous. She's actually giving me crap about how this year is going to change everything and our relationship. After all that we went through last year, how could she even say that to me? She's acting like we might as well give up now," Logan scoffed.

"I agree, it sounds crazy; but that's only to us."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Logan asked, eyes piercing into James', challenging him.

"Just that maybe Quinn didn't mean it in the way it came out. I mean, she has a right to be nervous. We're all going away from each other, and we have to start applying to do it in a few weeks. School just started today, and that's already our reality. It will change everything, maybe she just wanted you to reassure her that it would be for the better?"

"Well, who's going to reassure me?" Logan sighed, ending the conversation as their professor walked in, stack of syllabi in hand.

Lola never knew exactly why she and Quinn became best friends. She only knew that it worked, and that she would kill for Quinn; a though that crossed her mind as she saw Quinn's beaten expression as she walked into their Literature class.

"What's wrong?" Lola asked, catching Zoey and Michael's, their fellow classmates, attention.

"I'm stupid," Quinn sighed, slipping into the seat next to Lola and burying her face in her hands, letting out a great sigh.

"Since when?" asked Zoey, concern nearly pouring from her.

"Since I told Logan that I already had doubts about how our relationship would fair this year."

"Quinn," Zoey chided.

"I didn't mean it in that way. I just don't want any more change. Dean Rivers freaked me out with all of his talk about moving on and losing what you once had. "

"He gave that same speech at my 9th grade basketball tournament," Michael stated. Lola and Quinn just stared at him while Zoey rolled her eyes and turned back to Quinn.

"Go find Logan after class. I'm sure if you just explain how freaked you are-"

"I'm not finding him. I'm angry at him."

"Well, thanks for telling us that first!" Lola exclaimed, upset that she wasted time defending Logan. Quinn merely grinned at her best friend, already knowing the thought crossing Lola's mind. As the newest hire, Mrs. Lospik, walked in beaming at the class, Quinn began to again question this year.

And that concludes this chapter. I know it was short, but I think it served its purpose. Please R&R! I need to know if any of you are still out there! Thanks!