The next morning after breakfast, the Cabenmichael girls and Tiffany went to the coffee shop because Abbie insisted on having hot chocolate even though it was the middle of August. They found a table for two and added another two chairs. Alex made it a point to sit next to Olivia even though she was no longer sure where they stood with each other after last night. Alex began looking around in hopes that she wouldn't see Dana and, so far, the coast was clear.

"How is Princeton life?" Abbie asked between sips of her hot chocolate.

"Life here has been phenomenal," Alex responded. "I love my classes, I love the campus, and the best part is that for the first time I have friends with similar interests."

Abbie and Olivia couldn't help but be a little hurt by Alex's statement. They had been like a family to each other and now they felt as if Alex was just discarding them.

"Similar interests?" Abbie asked. "You mean how the three of us are interested in Hellraiser, Metroid, sleepovers every Friday night, and making our delicious concoction of strawberry ice cream and random cereals?"

"Not exactly,"Alex told her. "I was talking about similar interests such as politics and books and enjoying activities like studying in the garden and sipping cappuccinos instead of sipping hot chocolate."

"Livya and I can be like that, too," Abbie said. She knew the hot chocolate comment was directed at her, but she continued to sip her hot chocolate regardless.

"We could be like that," Olivia began. "But we choose to not be boring."

"What have you two been doing?" Alex asked in hopes of changing the subject.

"Oh, you know, playing Barbies and hopscotch," Olivia said sarcastically. "We're not as mature and sophisticated as your new Princeton friends. And what's with that stupid blazer you're wearing?"

"It's not stupid," Alex said defensively. "It's from Ralph Lauren. Half the girls in my dorm have one just like it."

"I miss your old clothes," Olivia admitted. "I love you in t-shirts and jeans and the occasional pair of leggings."

"Well, I loved the way you looked without your nose ring," Alex pointed out. "Now, you look like every other slacker girl who has no idea what to do with her life."

"Sorry to interrupt," a girl with dark hair and blue eyes said when she approached the table. She was wearing a blazer similar to Alex's, a polo shirt, and some fitted jeans. Once she saw the tiny splash of freckles on her nose, Olivia thought about Serena's description of Dana. This was her. This was definitely her.

"You're not interrupting," Alex said. Olivia became furious when she noticed the two of them start to smile at each other. "Have a seat."

"I can only stay a little while," Dana insisted as she grabbed a chair and added it to their already crowded table. "Alexandra, I just wanted to invite you to a party my pre-law society is throwing next weekend. It should be a lovely evening and I wanted to ask you before anyone else does."

"I'd love to," Alex said excitedly.

"Great," Dana said and then turned to Abbie and Olivia. "I really don't mean to be rude. I'd invite you girls but this party is for club members and their 'plus one.'"

"No worries," Abbie said. "We don't go to this school. I go to University of Texas and Olivia goes to Hudson."

"Not that we'd go to a pre-law party anyway," Olivia insisted.

"Everything about it just screams douchebag," Abbie said jokingly, but she and Olivia were the only ones laughing.

Dana started glaring at them. "So, you're the famous Abbie and Olivia," she told them. "Alexandra talks about you all the time. She's so fond of her little high school friends, especially you Olivia. She thinks it's dear that you're so obsessed with her."

"You're in for it now," Tiffany told Dana.

Olivia knew she couldn't let Dana get away with this. She wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't form. Instead, she grabbed her full coffee cup and splashed it on Dana. It was all over her shirt and her blazer and some of it made its way on to Alex.

"This is dry-clean only, bitch," Dana said, but Olivia wasn't paying attention. She was now fuming and Abbie knew Dana was lucky that throwing her coffee was the only thing Olivia had done.

"I better go, Alexandra," Dana said to her. "Call me tonight."

Alex didn't say anything. She knew what Dana said was wrong, but she felt as if Abbie and Olivia had been instigating. She was even more torn apart when Olivia left the coffee shop a few minutes later.

"I need to get her," Alex said.

"No," Abbie and Tiffany said in unison.

"Let her cool off," Abbie insisted. "Nothing you say to her at this moment is going to make the situation any better."

"But I love her," Alex told them. "I swear I didn't say that about Olivia. That was all Dana. I would never say something behind Olivia's back. If anything, I'm the one obsessed with her."

"Olivia doesn't know that anymore," Abbie informed her. "She doesn't know where she stands with you and she feels like you're always insulting her."

"When she comes back, I'm going to set this whole thing straight," Alex insisted.

"Good luck," Abbie said. She now had little to no faith in Alex.

Olivia found a somewhat secluded area near the quad and started crying. She tried to keep herself from crying, but she couldn't do it. The tears stared flowing down her cheeks and no matter how many times she wiped them from her face, it was only a matter of seconds before she felt her cheeks moist again. The more she thought about Alex, the more the tears started to flow. She couldn't believe anything that had happened to her over the past couple of days. All she wanted was to show up and make Alex hers, but it was going far from the way she had planned it.

"Excuse me," a guy stopped and said, but Olivia ignored him. When he put his hand on her shoulder, she slapped it away and wanted to twist his arm.

"Get your hand off of me," she told him, still not looking up.

"I'm sorry," the guy said. "I just don't like it when girls cry because it's usually over a guy that doesn't deserve her. Is it your boyfriend?"

"I don't have a boyfriend," Olivia pointed out. "And it's not about a guy."

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked. "I can be a good listener."

"No offense, but why would I talk about it with you?" she asked. "I don't even know you."

"That's why you have nothing to lose," he joked and Olivia finally looked up and smiled.

"Thanks," Olivia said. "It's not often you see people reaching out to strangers."

"I'm a dying breed," the guy insisted. "My mom raised me right."

"So did mine," Olivia told him. "I'm Olivia Benson."

"Pleased to meet you, Olivia. The name's Logan Jennings."

"Are you a freshman?" Olivia asked.

"Is it that obvious?" Logan teased. He started smiling at her and Olivia felt a strange connection to him when he smiled. "How about you?"

"I'm a freshman, but I don't go here," Olivia informed him. "I go to Hudson. I'm just visiting a friend."

"She must not be a good friend if you're out here crying," Logan told her.

"It's a long story," Olivia said to change the subject.

"You look very familiar," Logan told her. "I feel like I know you from somewhere. I know this sounds weird, but you look so much like my grandma and you have her last name."

"What's your grandma's first name?" Olivia asked purely out of curiosity.

"Meredith," Logan said. "Meredith Benson. She lives in this small town in New York."

It was all starting to click for Olivia, but she wanted to be absolutely sure. "What's your mom's name?" she asked.

"Norma," he responded. "Why?"

"Does she have a sister named Serena?"

"Yeah," Logan responded. "I've never met her, but yeah. Why are you asking all of these questions."

"Serena is my mom," Olivia informed him.

"No freakin way," Logan said. "No way. You're bullshitting me."

"Why would I bullshit you?" Olivia asked. "This is so overwhelming. I've never met anyone I was actually related to."

"Well, I'm happy to be the first," Logan said. "I have a brother and a sister and my aunt Eleanor–I mean, our aunt Eleanor has two boys and two girls. Do you have any siblings?"

"No," Olivia told him. "It's just me and my mom. Well, I'm going to have a stepbrother and three stepsisters soon, but for the past 18 years it's just been me and my mom."

"Now you have seven cousins, too," Logan told her. "My mom and Aunt Eleanor talk about Serena all the time. They really miss her. Grandma and Grandpa miss her, too. They left all three of their daughters' rooms as they were before they left for college. Your mom's is the coolest. I can't explain it. You just have to see it. What are you doing next Saturday?"

"Nothing," Olivia responded. "Why?"

"We're having a small get together for Grandma that day at her house," Logan informed her. "You and your mom should come."

"I'd love to," Olivia said. "My mom wouldn't dream of it, though. She hasn't spoken to anyone in her family in years. I don't think she'd be ready to start now. In fact, she'd probably hate me for going. I probably shouldn't."

"You're 18-years-old," Logan told her. "If you want to meet your family, you should be able to. You're an adult now and it's your right to make that decision. Besides, I know our grandparents would love to meet you."

Grandparents? The word filled Olivia's mind with fantasies of what they must be like. She knew her mother had told her stories of an unfaithful husband who was never home and an abusive, alcoholic mother who never wanted her daughters to begin with, but Olivia didn't want to think about that. Instead, she pictured a loving grandpa who would talk to her about the glory days of the Yankees and a loving grandma who baked cookies for her grandkids.

"Okay, I'll go," Olivia said. Her grandparents still lived in the same neighborhood., so Olivia knew it would be easy for her to sneak over there for a couple of hours.

"Awesome," Logan said excitedly. He got a out a piece of paper and jotted something down. "I have to get started on a paper. Here's my phone number. Call me whenever you want and I'll give you more details about Saturday. I'm really glad I met you."

"I'm glad I met you, too," Olivia told him. She had forgotten all about everything that had happened with Alex. She just wanted to jump up and down and share her happiness with the world.

Olivia quickly made her way back to the coffee shop and over to their table. Abbie started laughing when she saw that Olivia had a huge smile on her face.

"What the hell happened to you out there?" Abbie asked. "You killed Dana, didn't you?"

Olivia didn't answer. Instead, she pulled Alex toward her by the lapels on her blazer and firmly pressed her lips to hers. "You're my girl and no one else's," Olivia said. "And don't you dare forget that."

"Yep, she killed her," Abbie said to Tiffany. Alex started blushing and kissed Olivia again. That kiss turned into another and another, each more forceful and aggressive than the last. After a few seconds, Abbie made sure to cover Tiffany's eyes.

"You're so sexy when you're aggressive," Alex told her. "I have to have you right now."

Olivia inched her lips closer to Alex's, making her think she was going to get another kiss. "I don't put out for girls who aren't my girlfriend," Olivia whispered.

"I'm yours," Alex told her. "All yours."

"When you're turned on," Olivia teased. "Look at you. I'm going to ask you to be mine again, but I'm not going to tell you when and it's going to be on my terms, not yours."

"I love you," Alex said, but Olivia just gave her a smug smile.

A few hours later, Abbie, Olivia, and Tiffany were on their way back to the beach house. Olivia honestly didn't know if she had accomplished anything with Alex, but she was glad she had taken a chance and gone to Princeton. Abbie was leaving in a few days and Olivia swore she was going to forget about Alex for awhile and spend time focusing on her best friend and her new family.