Scowling a bit as he saw that Quinn was passed out, and unlikely to wake up anytime soon, Logan yanked open the door of the minifridge in their room, shoving the bubble tea inside and slamming the door. Taking a large gulp of his javachino, he flopped down on the bed beside her, making sure his back was pushed against her side. "So, who're they," he asked gruffly, nodding towards the girls. As Chase introduced them, he immediately noticed his interest in the blonde, who was apparently named Zoey Brooks. She was cute, he supposed, but he had already decided he preferred thin brunettes with glasses and a bit of an attitude. The other girls were Nicole Bristow and Dana Cruz...he didn't bother remembering who was who for right now. "Well, whatever. I'm going to bed, so get out." He glared at everyone until they all sighed and left the room, standing up and slamming the door before they remembered Quinn was asleep. Locking it quickly, he turned to look at her again, moving to his desk and scribbling down a note on Chase's notepad. As he climbed onto the bed behind her, he looped an arm around her waist so she wouldn't fall off the bed, setting the note down next to her face, pulling her a little closer to him. At least if anyone...including Quinn...asked him about it later, he could just claim he had been holding her in his sleep.
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"Logan," a voice said sharply, a hand whacking him on the forehead and bringing him out of his deep slumber. As he sat bolt upright, tumbling off as he tried to somehow stand at the same time, he ended up on his back on the floor, staring up at Quinn, who looked furious. "You...I was asleep, and...You were...You had your hands here," she yelped finally, pointing to her hip and her chest. "You were rubbing!"
Logan blushed a bit, frowning up at her and going defensive again. "Yeah, well, I was dreaming! Not my fault I was touching that...If I had been awake I'd never even consider touching you! Now...get out of my room!" He frowned at Quinn's back as she left, slamming the door so hard the walls shook, then he climbed back up onto his bed, sighing a bit. It actually was his fault a bit, he hadn't realised that he moved in his sleep according to what he was doing in his dreams, but the dream of kissing Quinn had been so vivid..."Oh, my god," he yelled, leaping to his feet and silently thanking every god he had ever heard of that Chase and Michael had apparently already gone to class. "I kissed her!" Throwing on some clothes, he grabbed his bag and rushed from the dormitory, hoping Quinn had still been knocked out when he had kissed her. If she hadn't...but she wouldn't tell anyone...right? Unless she had kissed back, but why would she do that? She hated him, he had seen it in her eyes. Quinn kissing him back was about as likely as someone as pathetic as Chase asking Zoey out.
He sighed a bit at that and moved through the halls quickly, diving into his homeroom class just as the bell rang. "Saved," he murmured, looking around and seeing that there was only one seat left...in the back by Quinn. "Damn it," he burst out, his cheeks going scarlet as everyone turned to look at him. Making his way slowly to the seat, he threw himself down into it, immediately slamming his head on the desk and moaning. His first year of highschool really couldn't get any worse, could it? Not in the first week!
"Reese, Logan," his teacher barked, making him snap his head back up, wincing as he felt something pop. "Come up here and get your new schedule!" Standing up slowly and moving to the front of the room, he felt Quinn stand up behind him, following him to the desk as the teacher called out, "Pensky, Quinn!" Glancing at her over his shoulder, he frowned gently, seeing the angry glare she gave him as he caught her eye. Yep, she hated him...Grabbing one of the schedules the teacher was holding out, he moved back to his desk as the bell rang, scanning it quickly. World literature, chemistry, woodshop, algebra, photography...and the name Quinn Pensky written across the top? Turning to face her, he let out a startled yell, as he hadn't realised how close she was to him. Taking the schedule she shoved into his hand, he let her take the other one, not looking at his own schedule for a moment as he watched her walk out in silence. Turning his gaze down to his schedule, he frowned a bit, seeing a few very familiar classes. He really didn't want to know what Quinn would say when she found out they had all the same classes...Sighing resignedly, he moved towards World Literature, and his first full class with the first girl to ever truly hate him.
