Dana's POV:

I can't believe they are making all seniors go to guidance counseling to help us decide our futures. As if we can't figure out what college we want to go to on our own. Though, I don't really know where I want to go. I just haven't had time to think about it lately. I've been really busy.

Tomorrow it will be two weeks since that first basketball game. We've had one game since and we won it too. All the time we've spent practicing has actually paid off, and believe me we spend a lot of time practicing. Tomorrow night since we don't have a game, there's going to be this party at some cheerleader's house near campus. I was planning on going with Sam, who was going to be in town for the three day weekend, but he called this morning and said he can't come. He said something about having a research paper due that had to be at least fifteen pages. We're still doing great, so I don't really miss him, but I…maybe I do miss him. Things have just been weird lately and I thought seeing him would help, but now he's not coming. Basically, this guidance counselor isn't going to like me, because I'm in a bad mood.

At least her office isn't super cheery, I don't do well with cheery people.

"Good afternoon Ms. Cruz. I'm Ms. Burtonni. How are you?" She said politely when she came in. It's strange that she knew my name without having to look at anything, I mean I've never met her before.

"Fine," I said through slightly gritted teeth. Like I said, I'm kind of in a bad mood today.

"Okay," she replied doubtfully as she took her seat on the other side of her desk. "Well, let's start off with figuring out what criteria you'll be using to choose your college. Do you have any ideas about what you might like to do in the future, what you'd like to major in?"

"No, not really," I replied honestly. Is that bad?

As if she could read my mind, she responded, "Don't worry, you have plenty of time to figure it out. Okay so what are some other factors that might determine where you want to go? Do you want to stay near family? Do you have weather preferences? Friends you want to stay with?"

"I don't really know…I can't really imagine leaving any of my friends." I know that sounded weird coming from me, but they've become such a huge part of my life. They're like my family. It's going to be so weird to be without them. "I have a boyfriend, he graduated last year, he's at Yale."

Then she asked me another question I couldn't answer, "Would you like to stay with him?"

I love him, how could I think about going somewhere that isn't near him? But I've never wanted to live on the east coast. I don't really have anything against it, I just can't imagine myself there. I really like the west coast, and I always thought I'd just stay here. Is there something wrong with the fact that I'm not immediately responding yes to her question?

"I'll take that long silence as, you're not sure. So, I think you're going to need more time to think before we can really get started on narrowing down what schools you might want to look at. So, we'll set up another meeting for Tuesday morning, I'll send a note and get you out of your first period class," she said as she scribbled in her appointment book. She dropped her pen and looked at me seriously, "I'm going to give you some homework though. I want you to imagine saying goodbye to all the people you think you don't want to leave. If you can't imagine it, then you probably shouldn't be leaving them. I want you to think about what you really want considering your boyfriend too. Where would you go if he wasn't in the picture? Is he worth changing your dream for if it doesn't match his? Could you imagine your life without him?"

I muttered some kind of thank-you and good bye, and got out of there, fast. Have you ever had someone ask you a lot of questions really fast and you just had to respond without thinking? That's what her questions were like and I didn't like the immediate answers that popped in my head. I must be angrier with Sam than I thought. That has to be it, that just has to be why I…

"Hey, is it absolutely horrible in there?" Logan said coming out of no where and startling me out of my thoughts. He is so not someone I want to see right now. He is the reason everything has been so weird…the reason I needed to see Sam. I don't know, maybe he isn't different, maybe it's just my imagination.

Oh, right he had asked me if the guidance counselor was horrible, "No, not really." He gives me a questioning look, but waves good bye and heads in for his appointment anyway. He catches on pretty well; I was completely somewhere else when I answered him. Everything lately…I…the only logical answers for everything must be that I'm sleep deprived, and really mad at Sam for not coming because I miss him. That has to be why I thought yes to her last question.

Logan's POV:

There's something off with Dana, but I can't figure it out right now. As hard as it is to leave her when I know there's something wrong, I can't stay, it's not my place to stay. So, I waved goodbye and walked into the guidance counselor's office.

"Hello Mr. Reese. I'm Ms. Burtonni. How are you?" said the woman behind the desk.

"Good. And how are you?" I asked with a grin. I have to keep my reputation as a ladies man, to avoid suspicion, so I'm going to have to flirt a little. I mean guys have talked about her, she's about twenty eight, been here since she was out of college, and she's hot. It's expected of me to hit on her. Though, no one would know if I didn't. I could always just lie to the guys if they ask. Yeah, might as well, either way it's a crappy situation.

"Not too bad Mr. Reese." She replied politely.

I interrupted her before she could continue, "Could we drop the 'Mr. Reese', it makes me think my grandpa is here."

"Why your grandpa and not your father?" She questioned.

"Everybody calls my dad Malcolm or sir, it was my grandpa that was always called Mr. Reese," I explained.

"Okay, Logan, you are here to try and figure out where you might want to go to college. Do you have any idea where you might want to go or what you want to do?"

I've actually tried thinking about the future a lot. Maybe she could help…I asked, "Is stuff I say to you confidential, like a doctor or lawyer?"

She seemed slightly surprised, but masked it well when she responded, "If you need it to be."

I started nervously tapping my fingers as I began, "I've been having some trouble thinking about the future. The thing is, there's really only one thing I want and I guess I'm kind of…obsessed about it or something because I can't get past it, I can't figure out what else I want."

"Okay," she began seeming very confused, "so, tell me what it is you know you want." I didn't say anything. I've never actually told anyone. My fingers were tapping very rapidly. She said guessing right, "Or is it a who?"

"It's a who," I said hoping that would be enough information.

"And what's the problem?" she asked not asking a for a name because my reluctance was obvious.

Hopefully she can help, "She…I…the problem is I love her and she's with someone else. She's in love with someone else, and he loves her too, and they're happily together. And when I think about what I want, about the future, she's the only thing I want. If she's in my future…that's all I need."

She has this odd expression on her face, like satisfaction, "So, if you follow her, do you think you'll regret it?"

"No," I immediately replied. I've thought about this before, "Even if I'm following her to the guy she loves, even if I have to watch them together again…I've…there was a time that she wasn't in my life and even if I have to see her with someone else, it's better than not seeing her at all." The year she spent away from me, in Paris, I missed her more than I could have ever imagined. I don't want to miss her like that again.

She smiled at me and said, "Okay then it looks like you have a pretty clear view of what you want your future to be." I just sat there, kind of confused. Shouldn't she be asking where the girl I'm going to follow is going? As if she was reading my mind she said, "Since she's undecided we'll have to discuss your options later. Your grades aren't fantastic, so you might not be able to get into the same places as her. I promise we'll get you as close as possible to her though." I stared at her, my mouth probably hanging open; I didn't really notice, I was absolutely shocked. How could she know! She continued, "Don't worry, I don't think many people know, if anyone else at all. You're about ninety-eight percent less obvious than Mr. Matthews. It's just my job to know the students." I couldn't say anything. I can't believe she knows! She got up from her chair and sat on her desk near me. She looked at me with what looked like pity and said, "Logan, personally I don't think things are as bad as you think. Sometimes people only think they are in love. If you ever want to talk I'll always be here to listen, and like I said earlier all of this is just between us."

I managed to nod my head to show I understood and got out of there probably not so politely, I wasn't really thinking clearly. She knew, and even worse after everything I said, she doubts that my feelings are real.

Okay, today has not been a great day. Someone knows the truth, doesn't believe it, and there's something wrong with Dana. I have to do something to take my mind off of everything.

I was out of this Clinique shaving lotion I like, so I headed to the mall. I bought the lotion and was walking through the mall when I saw something that made me stop. There was this couple and by the way they looked my first thought was, "Damn, they need to get a room." Seriously, they were really heavy into it; she was moaning, they were panting, his hands were under her skirt, and hers were under his shirt. I took a few more steps and stopped again when I got a clear view of his face…O HOLY SHIT IT'S SAM!

A/N: SAM! And Logan beats him up and gets the girl and they live happily ever after... NO, sorry, it's not going to be that easy. This story is just getting started. Please keep reading and review! (Seriously, only about every one in sixty people are reviewing and I'd really like to hear your opinions if you have a minute.)