AN: Wow, here I am with chapter 2! I got a lot of positive feedback for this, and I'm really glad to be back! Man it feels good to be back in this fandom! LOL I'm really happy for the reviews! I love you all, you all make this fandom as great as it is! This chapter is in Camille's POV again. Plan 1 is in motion. Is it a failure or success? Read to find out. Mwahahahahahah! LOL OH BTW, Logan's in this one!

Chapter 2:

I thought it was going to be easy. I knew exactly what Steve wanted. What his turn ons and turn offs were. And boy was I planning on exploiting them. After kicking Stephanie and Jo out of my apartment after the three of us spent most of the afternoon cleaning up my mess of an apartment, I sat at my table thinking of ideas in my operation make Steve pay.

I managed to come with a list of plans. Plan one: Be cool and forgiving. I was going to up to him, tell him I totally understood why he did what he did, and that I forgive him. I could almost see it now…

"Oh Camille, I've been a fool! I should have known that no girl would ever make me feel the way you do." He would say as he develops me into his arms.

"Yes you have been a fool but it's okay, because I love you Steve, and I forgive you." I would say back, and then he would kiss me and all would be right in my world again.

I just needed to perfect time, place and outfit.

I ran to my closet pulling clothing after clothing out and comparing it to me. It had to be perfect. After about maybe thirty minutes of comparing outfits, I found the perfect one.

Steve always loved my legs, so I decided to go with the white jean mini skirt that went to my thigh; a purple halter top pulled together with my favorite knee high boots. Yes I looked good. He was going to have SO much trouble resisting me.

The site where Steve was filming wasn't far from the Palm Woods. I dolled myself up in my 'make Steve pay' outfit and left to put my plan in motion.

Operation "Be Cool and Forgiving" was underway.

The Palm Woods lobby was bustling with usual activity as I made my way out of the elevator and strutted out and to the door. I have to admit, I was feeling hot with my look; Boa's "Look who's talking" playing in my head, making my fantasy that much more hot.

I was too engrossed in my whole little revenge world I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking until the last minute until I bumped into Logan. Literally.

We both sprawled out on the lobby floor holding our heads as we slowly sat up.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry." He started saying as he quickly got to his feet, and reached a hand out to help me.

We both stared at each other a bit in awkward silence. Logan and I have a weird relationship. We may have broken up on decent terms but I'm not going to lie and say that it still didn't hurt. He was my first love. A love that transferred into Steve. I noticed that Logan's hand was still in mine, and we both blushed pulling away. He was looking me up and down, taking my appearance in, and I have to say that I felt delighted. Logan's gaze was a mixture of awe, embarrassment and heat. Heat that I was sure was mutual between us. Logan looked good! Like the awkward boyishness was mixing with intelligent masculinity that just screamed Logan. And suddenly I couldn't breathe and confusion over powered me.

"Um thanks Logan, but um.. I gotta go." And with that I turned quickly and made my way away from him. Breathing got easier the greater distance I put between us.

I had a mission. I couldn't let my past with Logan affect my plans on winning Steve back. As good as Logan was looking right now with his unruly hair, cute dimples, great smile and mesmerizing eyes. Wait Camille! Get a grip, think Steve. Logan had nothing to do with the plan.

Gathering my wits again, I hailed a taxi and made my way to where I knew Steve was filming.

The walk on the set was interesting. Everyone was staring at me as I walked through the site, a slight sway of my hips a lot of attention.

"Excuse me miss, can I help you?" a woman in a business suit approached me, knowing I didn't belong there obviously. And I shook my head smiling and making my way to the edge of the set and waited. This was it; Steve was going to be eating out of the palm of my hands.

I looked around in awe, the hospital corridor looking realistic. I smiled even wider when I saw Steve emerge from down the hall, looking good in his hospital coat, blue button shirt and brown slacks. I kind of imagined Logan at that moment, knowing he wanted to be a real doctor and not a pretend one.

Steve looked at me and smiled, and I was sure my heart stopped. My plan was working after all. I smiled back and started to him, only to be interrupted as a voice called from behind me, "Steve sweetie! You look so hot!"

I turned and saw my nemesis. She walked past me and into Steve's waiting arms. He kissed her gently and smiled down at her. I felt my pulse quicken and my heart constrict. I didn't plan on Ashley being here, she was a variable that I forgot to add to the equation.

Slowly I turned to leave feeling embarrassed and like a total failure, and bumped into an actor who was engrossed in a scrip, and sent us both flying into the desert table. I got glaze donut all in my hair, and chocolate smeared my shirt and skirt.

That wasn't even the worse of it either. I reached out for the overturned table to pull me up and ended up slipping on the mess sending the table sliding and hitting the sound mics located in the corner. I cringed as they hit the floor with a magnified bang that made the entire place jump.

Everyone was looking at me by now, and I just wanted the world to swallow me up. I slowly started to get up when a lot of people crowded me demanding who I was and what I was doing there. My gaze was on Steve as he walked through the crowd and stood before me.

"You know her Steve?" the director asked.

"Yeah." He then turned to me. "What are you doing here Camille?"

My eyes misted over as I took in his disappointed and embarrassed expression. I embarrassed him, and he was upset to see me, and my resolve crumpled. I had a whole speech planned in my head. How I was going to tell him I still loved him and how I was going to wait for him however long I needed to. But that all seemed wrong now, as the tears escaped.

"What, you thought I was just going to just forgive you for breaking my heart!" I demanded, pushing against his chest, not caring about the audience we had around us. "I loved you, you're the reason I'm this way!"

I looked around at the blurry people around me, and with as much dignity as I could muster with desert dripping off me I stalked out of the studio with my head held high.

My resolve only lasted halfway back to the Palm Woods, as I felt my shoulders slum and breathing became difficult. I fell to my knees and sobbed into my hands, feeling more horrible then I've felt in weeks.

Plan: Be cool and forgiving; a big resounding failure.