A/N: While having a great weekend, I managed to find time to write this chapter. Enjoy!

His soft lips, the damp blades of grass suffocating beneath the palms of my hands, his finger tips gently resting on my jaw line, so lightly touching me it almost tickles, my breath caught in my chest, dizzy, dazed, warm, then gone.

I woke up with a jolt, slick with sweat. It's Monday morning, forty-eight hours since he kissed me. I've successfully avoided him since.

It was a joke, right? Why would he kiss me? It just doesn't make any sense. And because he did it I'm in hell. First, because it's 5 am, the sun isn't up yet, and it's about 100 degrees out, so all the heat has made it feel hotter then hell, literally. That is a hell that's for everyone, everyone who is trying to survive this unbearable heat wave. Then, I'm also in my own personal hell. Consumed by flames of guilt, confusion, and anger, because how could he kiss me? I mean why…why would he kiss me? Why would he do this? And why do I feel guilty? I shouldn't feel guilty. I couldn't help him kissing me. It's not like I initiated it or told him to do it. I shouldn't feel guilty.

Then the voice in my head I hate says, "You should feel guilty because you can't stop thinking about that absolutely fantastic kiss."

Yeah, okay, so it was good. Well, good is an understatement, it was…no, not going to finish that thought. I have a boyfriend.

I've got to get out of here. I feel like I'm suffocating. I put on my gym shorts and a tank and went out side. The track, the freedom of running there, it was my sanctuary. I can't clear my head there anymore. I tried to, I really tried to. Right after he kissed me I ran and ran and ran until the track seemed too confining and I ran back to my room and collapsed in exhaustion. I kept running and trying not to think, but it didn't work, no matter how long I ran.

I've pretty much been board up in my room since. I would go across the hall to Zoey and Nicole's, but I don't want to risk seeing him, not until I figure this, him out. No, I don't live with Zoey and Nicole. I did share this crappy little room with Lola until this year, this year she's at some acting school in New York. And yes, this room is horrible. It's tiny compared to 101 and I don't have a TV or anything. So, I've just been sitting in my dark little room thinking and sleeping. I've tried sleeping a lot, hoping that when I woke up it would be a dream…or rather nightmare.

"You meant dream," says that voice.

No, I didn't. This is a nightmare. He kissed me. HE KISSED ME! And I'm with Sam and I love Sam. And he just can't kiss me.

He probably would have kissed anyone. He didn't even care that he can't kiss me. Or maybe that was his plan. Maybe Logan never did grow up like I thought, maybe he's still the self-centered pig I met in eighth grade. And he kissed me because he knew he couldn't. He shouldn't have kissed me.

Voice, "Maybe he shouldn't have, but he did. Then you kissed him back."

It was a reflex. It was a reflex! IT WAS A REFLEX! Someone kisses you, you kiss them back. It's like when the doctor hits your knee with that thing and your leg kicks, it's a reflex.

"Sure," it says dripping with sarcasm. That voice is going to drive me insane.

My feet have taken me to the beach.

Sam called. He calls every morning, but he knows never to call too early on a weekend. I like my sleep. He called five hours after Logan kissed me, three hours after I collapsed from running my self exhausted. The second I heard his voice I started feeling even guiltier and I shouldn't feel guilty. I can't feel guilty, I didn't do anything to feel guilty for.

"Well, there is the thing where you CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT!" it screams again, refusing to be ignored.

And as if the voice controls nature, the first cool breeze I have felt in days gently blows. I feel it on my lips, this tingling sensation and I close my eyes. My cheeks burn as it streams through my mind again. His soft lips, the damp blades of grass suffocating beneath the palms of my hands, his finger tips gently resting on my jaw line, so lightly touching me it almost tickles, my breath caught in my chest, dizzy, dazed, warm, then gone. And my eyes shoot open again in realization that it happened again. I thought of it again. The voice is right. I can't stop thinking about it. I don't know why. I don't want to know why. I just want to forget, forget all of it.

Maybe I could forget, I just need to know why he did it. But I don't want to see him, not until I've figured him out. I don't want him to know that him kissing me confused me. I can't let him know that anything he does actually has any kind of effect on me, because he can't have an effect on me. He doesn't have an effect on me.

I just…don't know why he would kiss me, and it's driving me crazy. Maybe I need someone else's perspective on this, but who am I supposed to tell? Zoey has been oddly withdrawn lately. She probably has some kind of problem of her own, but I'm not going to pry. Nicole, she can't really help telling everyone everything she knows and I definitely don't want everyone to know. Michael, he's pretty cool, but he's occupied by his new girlfriend Jenny. Chase is gutless. I mean he's been in love with Zoey for five years and still hasn't told her. I just couldn't have much faith in anything he would say. Lola, takes forever to write anyone back and I actually already tried calling her, but I always get her voice mail. She's always been forgetful about charging her phone. Quinn, she's a pretty good friend, but I don't understand half the stuff that comes out of her mouth. Which leaves me with no one to talk to, no one to tell, no one who can help. And I have to see him tomorrow. We have two classes together. I'm going to have to see him still confused.

It's Tuesday morning now. I slept very restlessly. The kiss; it kept drifting back into my mind and stirring me from sleep, I'm exhausted.

As soon as I plopped down in my seat in first period I had to drag my self up. I forgot about the guidance counselor. Trying to distract myself from weekend confusion I have partially done her little assignment.

I entered her office.

"Good morning Miss Cruz. How was your weekend?" She began politely, but she seriously doesn't want to know. I don't even want to think about it anymore. I'm tired of thinking about it.

I lied, "Okay, how was yours?"

"Good, thank you for asking," she's really polite. She continued, "So, did you think about what friends you might want to stay with and what you want concerning your boyfriend?"

Not really. I thought about some of it on Friday, while I was bored at that party. Since then I haven't wanted to think about him anymore or Sam. I began with what I knew and hoped she wouldn't ask me to continue, "I know I'll keep in touch with Zoey and Nicole no matter where we all end up. I'll probably keep in touch with Michael too. I don't know about Chase. I keep thinking he might want to forget about all of us so he can forget about Zoey. But, I keep hoping that he'll just tell her, then I'd probably keep in touch with him through Zoey. I don't really think I'll have trouble keeping in touch with anyone I want to. There's always myspace."

Then she asked the dreaded question, "So, what about your boyfriend?"

Logan kissed me. That shouldn't change anything. That hasn't changed anything. Though there was nothing it really could change. I didn't know what I wanted to do concerning Sam before Logan kissed me and I still don't know.

I don't want to deal with this now, "Look, I lied when I told you that my weekend was okay. It was horrible and I just can't do this now."

"Well…" she began but was interrupted.

Logan came charging in, "Hey Ms. Bur….Oh." He stopped in his tracks seeing just whose meeting he was intruding on. He held up a pass and explained, "It said eight thirty."

"I'm running a little behind this morning. Would you mind waiting outside?" she said politely not noticing that I was glaring at the idiot.

Oh, I can't take it anymore. I got up and yelled at him as I approached, "You son of a bitch! What the hell were you thinking?" I was right in front of him now and really angry, so I slapped him, hard. He didn't seem too surprised and he shouldn't have been. What he did was insane.

He obviously knew why I slapped him, but he asked just to annoy me, "What was that for?" And for dramatic effect he's holding his cheek that I slapped. What a jerk.

My words were dripping with fury, "For what? You kissed me!" My eyes clouded with rage. I spelled it out for him, "You! Can't! Kiss! Me!"

He crashed his lips on mine, slipped his arms under mine and pulled me so close. I heard my self let out a whimper of concession almost as soon as I felt his lips and my eyes shut immediately. And I was kissing him back, again. And there wasn't a thought in my head. For the first time since the last time he kissed me, there wasn't a thought in my head. Blissful silence because I was kissing him. And the fact that I can't kiss him and it's completely wrong to kiss him should have been screaming in my head, but it wasn't. So I just kissed him back.

He pulled away after about only a minute. My eyes were still closed, my mind clouded. He whispered huskily in my ear, "Apparently I can kiss you. We'll continue this later."

No, no, no, no, no. This can't be happening again. And later, it can't happen later either. (Obviously my brain is working again).

I heard him tell Ms. Burtonni he'd be back for his appointment in a little bit. I opened my eyes and stood frozen still. I can't believe it happened again. What the hell is going on? Why is he kissing me all of a sudden? I can't let this happen. I can't let this happen.

This can't be happening again. I must be hallucinating. I had to check so I asked Ms. Burtonni (the witness), "Am I on glue or did he just kiss me?"

"He kissed you," she confirmed, "Again apparently." Does she seriously want to talk to me about this?

I don't think I care anymore. I need to talk to some one. "He can't kiss me. He knows I have a boyfriend. He's met Sam, he knows Sam, he knows I love Sam. Why is he doing this?"

"I have no idea," well she's not very helpful. She continued, "What I do know is that at least this second kiss, you kissed him back."

"It's a reflex." I growled in defense.

"Okay," she said doubtfully. "Can I ask you another question?"

"Why not?" I'm so tired of everything.

"Are you wearing a push up bra?" That was no where in the realm of anything I was expecting. Where is she going with this?

Not that it's any of her business, but I said, "Yeah, so?"

She smiled and asked, "When was the first kiss?"

"Saturday morning," seriously what is she getting at?

"Have you seen him since?" she caught.

"No," oh no she better not be…she can't be suggesting…

She was smiling again, "Do you have classes with Mr. Reese?"

I nodded. She can't seriously be trying to accuse me of…

"Are you seeing your boyfriend today?"

"No," I have to be wrong about where she's taking this.

But then she asked, "So why the push up bra?"

Okay no, "You are not seriously trying to accuse me of wearing a push up bra because I was definitely seeing Logan today. That's completely ridiculous! First, I could always just ditch the two classes I have with him. As my record shows, I don't have any objection to ditching. Secondly, I don't pay that much attention to what I put on just to go to school. I get up as late as possible and just throw anything on."

She doesn't seem convinced but she changed the subject anyway, kind of, "Speaking of your record, you have a few tarnishes on it. Your sophomore year you broke Bobby Grossman's hand."

"He grabbed my butt," I defended.

"He claims it was an accidental graze," yeah right.

"Yeah, he 'accidentally' grabbed and squeezed my butt," I said sarcastically.

"Okay," she conceded but continued, "Then last year you broke Jeremy Farmer's jaw."

"I only punched him once," I defended again, "it's not my fault his jaw broke, he must be in serious need of some calcium."

"Why did you hit him?" not that question again. I didn't answer it last year and I'm not answering it now.

"He said something he shouldn't have," I tried to reply simply.

She wasn't going to let me get away with it without a fight, "What did he say?"

"Just something he shouldn't have," I insisted, "Look, the months he spent with his jaw wired shut should have reminded him that he needs to think before he opens his fat mouth."

Please don't ask what he said again, "You've completed your punishment for these, so the fact that they happened isn't my point. My point is that you're a tuff girl. You can defend yourself and if you really didn't want Mr. Reese to kiss you, you wouldn't let him."

"Well he's taken me by surprise," I defended. I didn't know he was going to kiss me either time otherwise I would have hit him. I would have.

"So far," she must have heard what he said to me about later.

"And next time he tries it he's going to seriously get hurt," I probably shouldn't be saying that to a school faculty member, but she started it.

"If you say so," she sounded doubtful. After reading what I did to those other guys how could she doubt me?

It seems like she's taking his side and I'm not going to put up with that, "I'm just going to go. You seem to be siding with Logan and I don't want to hear it."

"I'm not siding with him," she quickly retorts, "but from what I saw you didn't hate anything about that kiss. And you might be determined to think that it was a horrible occurrence, but you obviously don't really think that. And that is what I was trying to help you see. I don't know anything about your relationship with your boyfriend or your relationship with Mr. Reese, but I saw that kiss. The second kiss. And you didn't hate it, you didn't dislike it, not at all."

She's wrong. She's wrong. She's wrong. I assured my self as I simply turned and walked out. She yelled to me that we needed to meet again Friday morning before classes. I didn't respond.

I went back to my first period class, sat down, and tried to pay attention. But, I couldn't concentrate.

His soft lips, so firmly, determinedly on mine, his arms tightly around my upper and lower back, pressing me into his firm chest, the sound of my whimper, the enticing smell of his cologne, can't breath, no thoughts, don't care, dazed, warm, then gone.

No. This can't be happening. God, let me wake up from this dream…I mean nightmare.

"You meant dream," that voice, that stupid annoying voice, retorts again.

No, I meant nightmare. I assure myself again, I meant nightmare. Ms. Burtonni is wrong. And this can't be happening. This can't be happening.

Later can never come, never.

A/N: Don't expect me to keep updating this quickly though. This quick update was a rare occurrence. And those potential chapter titles I mentioned in my note at the end of last chapter are still to come, so keep reading.

Thank you for reading! And thank you to those of you who took the time to give the great reviews! But as always please review.