I put on the most seductive face I could and prepared myself for what I was about to do.

"Is it hot in here, or is it just you?" I slunk up to Logan, who was attending to some food at the oven.

"Um...no, its hot in here,I was just, making pizza bagels.." he replied nervously.

I slapped the pizza bagels away, causing the baking sheet he was holding to fall with a bang to the kitchen floor.

"You preparing for a movie role?"he asked apprehensively. This was almost too perfect, almost exactly what I had planned for.

"Yes." Thats when I grabbed him by the front of his jacket and took him into a dip position-this was the part I was most worried about (could you imagine the embarasment for both of us if I had dropped him in the middle of the party?)-but either I had gotten stronger or Logan was just scrawny. "And it's called 'you're mine tonight', and its starring me.. and you"

If I hadn't have been such a good actress, I would have burst into hysterics after seeing the petrifired look on Logan's face as he stuttered, "Umm, I'm gonna be rite back, so ...you stay here." He dropped to the floor and crawled away towards the V.I.P area that Kendall had setup for him and Jo.

I stayed there, forcing myself to act surprised and offended, spreading my arms out wide before sighing and grabbing a cup of soda. I decided that, until it was time for phase two of my 'make-Kendall-jealous-so-he-and-Jo-will-break-up' scheme, I might as well dance, eat some junk food, and have fun.

As I reached the dance floor, some guilt and second thoughts were starting to wash over me. How could I live with myself? I was using Logan Mitchell to try to make Kendall Knight jealous!

Phhhhsssk. That evil voice in my head cooed. Its for a good cause. You deserve Kendall. And its not like Logan won't get anything out of it-he gets a girlfriend. A fake one, but a girlfriend nonetheless. Relax, Camille.

I frowned to myself. Voices in your head can be extremely annoying.

The truth was, though I had been planning with extraordinary detail, nothing in my plot had mentinoed anything about the immense guilt that came with evil schemes.

I hadn't even really thought about how I would feel, first leading Logan on, then messing with Kendall and Jo. I suppose my rational thought was clouded by my Kendall fantasies...but now that I was actually going through with it, it didn't feel as good as I had expected.

In fact, if felt horrible: my stomach was tied in knots, my hands and upper lip felt sweaty, and I kept playing with the fabric of my shirt awkwardly. For the first time, I was wondering whether my nerves would get the best of me.

But Logan was heading back in my direction, and he was looking like he was going to try and flirt back. Phase two starts now.

I threw the pale blue towel that I had been carrying over his entire body with nice aim. I figured it was time for apologies-from both of us.

I walked over to stand in front of Logan, my arms crossed. Even though I had been using him, it still hurt that he had been two-timing me with a witch like Mercedes. Though I had never met her personally, I had heard about her from the boys, and what I had seen in her behavior tonight was enough for me to confirm their accusations.

"I'm really sorry. " He said earnestly. It chipped a small crack into my heart to know that he was really sorry…and believed that I was innocent. "You-"

"I need to talk to you."I interrupted. I grabbed him by the hand, ignoring his whimper of protest and pulling him toward the pathway that led to the Palm Woods park. I didn't stop until the pandemonium of the party was a faint buzz behind us.

Standing in Palm Woods park, the quiet and smell of fresh-cut grass was refreshing. It seemed to clear my mind; I was just realizing how completely, totally, and undeniably stupid the whole 'making Kendall jealous' thing was.

"I have to tell you something." I said as i turned and faced him.

"I need to tell you something too." he began, "Its just-"

SLAP.

"What was that for?" he challenged, rubbing his cheek.

"I said I need to tell you something. And you kept talking." I answered simply.

"But do you really have to slap me?"

"Why shouldn't I slap you?" I questioned, genuialy confused. What did it matter? People can be so oversensitive sometimes. It wasn't like I was going around hacking people up with an axe or something!

He seemed to shake off the situation. "What did you want to tell me?"

"Logan….I wanted to apologize for tonight. I don't even…" I sighed. This was harder than I had expected. "I don't even really like you like that."

"Then…then what was all-all that for?" he said, waving his arms and motioning to the party. I understood what he meant.

"I was…." I grimaced, "trying to make…someone jealous."

"So….none of it was real? You were just using me?" I could practically hear the dramatic, almost sad music playing in the background. But what I could definitely hear-the hurt in Logan's voice-made me feel even worse.

"Logan, you're a great guy. There's no doubt that you would make an amazing boyfriend." It was true. "But I like someone else."

Logan stood staring off into space for a few moments, then responded, "I understand. And I wasn't exactly acting very nice tonight..which I'm sorry for. You're…a very..." he actually has to think about this? I thought, only a little insulted. " interesting girl. You don't deserve to be lied to either." He smiled, and I knew we were on good terms again.

I turned to go back to the party, but Logan asked me the question that I had been avoiding, that I had hoped that, if I ran away fast enough, he wouldn't ask. But he was too smart, and far too curious.

"Then... who do you like?"

I froze. What would I do? He did deserve an answer after what I had put him through tonight, but I had become so used to hiding my burning passion that I felt I'd die if someone else knew.

I turned to face him and laughed, trying to cover up my nerves, but the laugh came out sounding incredibly fake. "What are you talking about?" I asked, a huge made-up grin on my face.

And I'm supposed to be an actress?

"Who were you trying to make jealous tonight?"

"Oh..." I waved my hand as if it didn't matter. "No one. Nooo one, that's for sure."

"Camille..."

"Why don't we go back to the party and-"

"Camille, I know you're lying."

"How dare you accuse me of lying!" SLAP. Logan grabbed his cheek and screwed his face up in pain but kept on badgering.

"But you are!"

"Why would I lie to you?"

"Because you don't want me to know who you were trying to make jealous."

There was a pause. "I wasn't trying to make anyone jealous." Maybe if I kept saying it, he would eventually believe it.

"Then why would you tell me that you were-"

"I LIKE KENDALL!" I burst out, not even thinking. I immediately slapped my hands over my mouth, eyes wide. Why in the world did I just do that?

Suddenly, it went very quiet. That kind of quiet where you could hear a pin drop.

I let the hands covering my mouth drop to my side. Logan was standing there, his mouth hanging open slightly as if he wanted to say something, but nothing was coming out. His face was frozen in surprise, his eyes glued to something far in the distance, and his one hand pointing at me, stationairy in midair. I waved my hand in front of his face.

"Hello? Logan? Are you okay?" I poked his cheek (which was still a little red from my abuse), and he snapped out of his trance.

"You like-" he shouted, and I used my entire hand to cover his mouth, muffleing that last oh-so-important word. "KENDALL!" His outburst was still pretty loud, despite my efforts, but at least no one was around to hear it.

I removed my hand, praying that he wouldn't scream more. "You like Kendall?" he hissed. "But-but-but he's Jo's boyfriend!"

"Why do you think no one knows?" I snapped. He was still looking very perplexed.

"But before Jo was here, why didn't you like...slap him up or flirt or whatever you girls do to impress boys-why didn't you do it then?"

I looked down at the ground. It was completely unnatural for me-I was usually excellent at expressing my emotions, and fearless with confrontation. I could go around slapping people, but flirting with Kendall? That was a whole different story! "I know its hard to believe, but I get...almost shy around him. I can't really explain it." I admitted, shaking my head slightly.

"But it makes no sense!"

I smirked. "That's love for you."

He patted me on the shouldar, but didn't seem to have any reassuring words to give me. "Maybe we should get back to the party before...uh...someone thinks...well..." in the dim light I could see him blushing. He's so cute. But I don't love him.

In the weeks that followed, I found that Logan knowing about my crush on Kendall was a good thing. He was one of Kendall's best friends, and, though he was a genius in everything BUT the love department, I found his suggestions helpful (or at least they helped me to realize what NOT to do so I could think of a better idea).

I wasn't about to pull any more boy-snatching stunts. It felt way too there was no moral reason that we couldn't talk about plots we'd like to pull off.

Other than the endless, pointless plotting, I would always ask him questions: random, seemingly unimportant things about Kendall that I didnt know but, for no apparent reason, wanted to know.

I didn't know how much good any of it would do for me, but I was hungry for information on my crush. It wasn't all good news though. Even with Logan trying to sugarcoat everything for me.

For example, when Logan was over my apartment once again, I asked him if he and Kendall had discussed me at all the night of the party. I had seen them talking a little before Logan had come back over to me, and I wanted to know what he had said, if anything, that concerned his feelings about me.

No sooner had the question left my mouth when Logan stood awkwardly and said, in that cute llittle nervous voice of his, that he had to go.

"What for?" I protested; I didn't like cliffhangers. Books-and people-should just get straight to the point.

"Oh, ha, you know...arranging my...collections...homework...folding...socks...blee-blap-bloop...uh..." He started toward the door, but i was faster, and blocked his way.

"What did Kendall say about me? You're not leaving until I get my answer."

"Pshk. Yeah, like you can stop me."

I raised my eyebrow and took a threatening step foreward. Logan yelped and jumped back a foot. We stood there for a few moments before Logan sighed. "Fine, I'll tell you."

I nodded and stayed where I was.

"I went over and said, quote, 'Camille's all over me and says we're in a move together. Yay. Help?' unqote." he paused here, physicaly bracing himself for a slap...but i let that one slide, and he soon continued. "Jo said, quote, 'Whats the problem, Camille's cool.', unquote."

Curse that girl for being such a good person.

"Then Kendall said...quote, "You have to admit, she's kinda crazy," unqote,-"

This whole quote, unquote thing was going to get annoying very fast, I thought to myself.

At first, it dissapointed me that Kendall thought I was crazy.

Then I remembered that I was.

But did he think that crazy girls didn't make good girlfriends? Sadly, it seemed that way.

"and he kinda laughed, like 'ha-huh' at the end. Then Jo said, quote, 'oh, like your friends are normal?' Then Kendall said, quote,-"

"Enough with the quotes!"

"Sorry...anyway, Kendall said, quot-ingdedly..." He was lucky he caught himself there. "'Logan, just tell her that your not interested and you wanna be friends." Jo said 'or, just relax and see where it goes. maybe starring in Camille's fantasy movie could be fun.I told Jo thanks, told Kendall he was totally wrong, and walked over to find you."

Logan once again braced his entire body against my wrath.

But I wasn't really angry. I wasn't even surprised.

"You're not mad." he said, almost dishhearteningly.

"Well...I am a little insane."

"He kind of said it more negatively than I did though."

"Well, that may be true. But I figure that if he's still friends with you three, he can't possibly be scared off by crazyness or idiocy." I patted him on the shoular and went to sit back down on my couch.

"I guess, but-" he broke-off when he registered my insult. "Hey!"

I just laughed.

Hope you enjoyed it! Sorry I haven't had the time to update lately-I've been busy, and this chapter took me quite a few rewrites to complete! Please review...and don't hold back. I love criticism. =D