Hey look! An update. I think the Update Angel decided to fly about my head tonight, because that's the only logical reason that I can think of that would lead me to writing a chapter at 1:30 am...

Anywhooo, enjoy :)

- Jesusfreak991


LOGAN'S P.O.V.

"I can't do this!" Michael ran into our dorm room, slamming the door on the way in. "I can't. I just…I just can't." He sunk down onto his bed and put his head in his hands.

"What?" I frowned. I know, it's totally not like me to care. But I really do…sometimes. Once I know something is serious, at least. And Michael's face? Yeah, he looked pretty serious.

"Lisa got a new boyfriend," Michael said sadly.

"So?" I shrugged. "Lisa's hot. Tons of guys want to go out with her."

"Logan!" Michael complained. "I'm hurting here, man."

"You guys have been broken up for months," I rolled my eyes. "She's allowed to move on…I think."

"I know, but-" Michael's words were cut off by the bell.

"Oh no!" I remembered why I had come back to the room in the first place. I needed my notebook for Psychology. And now I was late to class. Mrs Christie was going to kill me.

"Thanks a lot," I muttered. "Mrs. Christie said that if I'm late one more time, she's going to give me detention."

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," Michael rubbed his hands together absently. "I didn't mean to make you late for class."

"No…It's cool," I ran a hand through my hair. "I'll just ditch today, I guess."

"Sorry," Michael apologized again.

Whatever. Hanging with Mike, even in his sadness, was better than Psychology class. And since Psychology is right before lunch, I could leave the dorm as soon as the bell rang.

When fourth period ended, I tried to convince Michael to come to lunch with the rest of us.

"No, man. I'm too depressed to eat," he laid down on his bed and sighed.

"Alright. Bye," I shrugged and left. I'll admit it! His depression was bumming me out. And I don't like being bummed…although it's becoming a constant thing lately.

I walked slowly, not really in a hurry to meet anybody yet. I was too busy thinking about her to notice that someone was following me.

"Logan!" I heard a girl calling my name, which is totally normal considering I'm me. "Logan, I have shomething to tell you!"

Oh no. It's Stacey. I cringed. She was pretty much the last person that I wanted to talk to right now…Except for maybe Lola. I tried to decide whether to talk to her or not. I quickly decided that nothing was worth a conversation about cotton swabs and kept walking.

"LOGAN!" Stacey was running now, trying to catch up to me. "It'sh your homework for Pshycology classh!"

I stopped. Unfortunately, I needed that homework. I reluctantly turned towards Stacey.

"Fine. Give me the homework?" I held my hand out. She frowned, but handed me the sheet of paper anyway.

"Why are you always sho grumpy?" she asked, crossing her arms across her chest.

"Becaush - I mean, because!" I shook my head. "Goodbye Stacey."

I wandered towards our normal lunch table as Stacey stalked off in the opposite direction, looking slightly offended.

"Hey, was that Stacey you were talking to just now?" Lola asked when I sat down.

"Yeah," I cringed. "She's kind of insane."

"Yeah…" Lola laughed. "What's that?" She pointed to the paper in my hand.

"Oh. Psychology homework. I missed class cuz Michael's all love-sick."

Lola nodded sympathetically. "I heard." Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me because, for a second, I could have sworn that Lola had a satisfied smirk plastered across her face. But then I blinked and the expression was gone.

Little did I know that phase one had just been completed.