What you see is defiantly what you don't get.

Well I tried to make this a longer chapter (sorry if I fail) so please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. *sigh*

She's back!

There was silence.

Just silence, as Quinn chewed on her bottom lip nervously. This was not what she expected.

She expected two scenarios, one: laughter, jokes and taunts about her. Someone will say 'if your Quinn prove yourself' (most likely Lola), and she will in her science type of way. Or two: Anger, shouts and deep confusion. She will have to yell a bit, to get herself heard, and once everyone calmed down and believe it's her, they will properly ignore her, as Mrs. Tulip will continue the class.

But not silence.

No. silence was the least she expected, and she waited, and waited for someone, anyone to say something, anything otherwise she might just exploded.

"Well, erm… Quinn? Why don't you take a seat?" Mrs. Tulip started, getting over her shock of seeing her star pupil again. Quinn looked around and sighed under her breath as she saw the only available seat in the classroom.

In between her two love interest. Mark Del Figallo and Logan Reese. How awesome. Not.

She had a small bounce in her step, making her hair fly up slightly as she walked. She sat down, grabbed her glasses, slipping them on and staring right at the bored, deliberately ignoring Logan and Mark. Mrs. Tulip shook her head and resuming her class.

"So today we will be learning about Romeo and Juliet…"

Lola zoned out, looking at the back of her best friend. She's back Lola thought, as she continued staring at Quinn's back. It didn't make any sense to her. Why would someone like Quinn, come back to a place where people made her feel like crap? A place where her friends hurt her? Lola shook her head. If she was Quinn she wouldn't have came back here. She must have a lot of guts. Why did she their friendship go?

She wasn't the only one thinking about Quinn. Well everyone was.

It was hard not Turing around to see one of her best friends again. And in her head, Zoey was repeating 'I wont get detention, I wont get detention' trying to convince herself not to turn around. Keyword: trying.

"Romeo and Juliet fell in love at first glance and…"

Zoey grabbed Chase's hand, again convincing herself that holding onto his hands are preventing her from turning around, and the sparks running up her arm are imaginary.

Chase was still in shock. Well who wouldn't? Erm hello? Quinn Pensky, the girl who has 177 IQ points has came back from Seattle (He thinks) for some unknown reason! All of that almost made him ignore Zoey's hand on him. Almost.

"Montague argued that Romeo has justly executed Tybalt…"

Michael couldn't help but grin a bit. Why? He doesn't know for sure. One part of his brain was whooping and shouting; yes! She's back! They can be full group again! And Logan can finally stop moping like a distress puppy… And the other part was slightly curious. He knows Quinn (well sorta), and knows that something bad must've happened to make her come back here, of all places. But either way at least she's back.

And at least he's not Logan.

She's back, she's back, she's back. Logan repeated in his head. He didn't know if fate was playing a cruel joke on him for calling Quinn a spaz, and teasing and taunting her, or fate was giving him a second chance. Either way at least she's here, with him. Sorta. He grabbed a piece of paper, wrote down some words.

Why are you here?

He passed it to her, hoping that she'll reply back. He heard a sigh, and long after the same note was passed back at him. He opened it quickly, careful not to get caught.

That is none of your business.

So that's how she was gonna play? Well he's gonna keep annoying the crap out of her until she told him. Plus she's cute when she's angry.

Why won't you tell me?

Why do you care?

I don't.

Then this conversation is over.

Huh? Where not talking!

Would you stop passing notes with me?

No. not until you tell me why you're here.

Why? Do you not want me here?

I didn't say that.

But you implied it.

Well sorry if I 'implied' it.

Did you just draw a sad face?

Why do you not like it?

I never said that.

So you like it?

I didn't say that either!

But you implied it.

Stop throwing my words back at me!

Not until you tell me why your back here!

Ok I will tell you.

…

Sooo?

So what?

Are you gonna tell me?

Er…no

Why not?

Because I don't see why you have to know why I'm back at PCA!

Please just tell me!

Please stop passing notes with me!

Not until you tell me

Ok, fine. The reason I'm back is…

"Miss Pensky and Mr. Reese, Is there something you like to share to the class?" Mrs. Tulip scowled. Logan looked around the class, noticing everyone's eyes were on them. He shook his head, at Mrs. Tulip, and forced the blush down and a smirk up.

"No Mrs. T. not at all" Logan said smugly. He turned his head, and raised and eyebrow at Quinn blushing ten shades of red.

"Good. Now remember your homework is to learn the famous lines in the play with a partner, due in Friday. That is all" Mrs. Tulip said, finishing right on time. Quinn was the first one to leave, practically skipping out of the class.

"So what did she say to you?" Lola asked Logan, upset that she couldn't talk to her.

"Nothing really. We just had a mini argument about why she was here." Logan shrugged grabbing his bag and hitching it up his shoulder.

"Dude, you spent nearly half the class with her, arguing why she was here?" Michael asked.

"Yep" Logan replied, popping the 'p'.

"Didn't you say you were in love with her?"

"Yeah, and I am."

"Then why didn't you tell her? You had the golden opportunity!" Zoey exclaimed, a bit.

They walked out, nodding thier heads towards thier teacher. Logan opened his mouth to reply to Zoey, when Mark Del Figallo came rushing towards them, a huge grin on is face. This was sorta weird since Mark hadn't shown no emotion, what's so ever, since the third grade.

The greeted casually all expect Logan, who was still mad that e was semi the reason Quinn left two years ago, who grunted in his presence.

"Guess what? I asked out Quinn, again, and she said yes! She said yes!" Mark exclaimed happily, before running after some random other people.

Everyone turned towards Logan, who's teeth were clenched angrily and fist balled up, looking ready to punch someone. Jealousy overtook is body, but in a calmer, more sadder part in his mind, he was confused, as to why she said yes.

Why is she back? Why did she agree to go out with Del Figallo of all people? Did she miss me? Did she miss us? Does she still want to be our friend? Is she angry? Scared? Well at least she's back. He thought as is friends 'tried' to maintain his anger.

At least she's back.