LOLA'S P.O.V.
"I've got to go do my homework," Quinn sighed, and slung her bag over her shoulder, "See you later?"
"I'll be back to the dorm in a little bit. I've got some, uh…stuff to do," I accidentally snuck a look at Logan. Quinn noticed that, and narrowed her eyes.
"Don't you do anything to Logan," she warned, walking off.
I shuddered for a moment, knowing that Quinn would make good any threat she made. But then, I realized that what I was doing was for the greater good, and Quinn would thank me later. So, throwing all doubts aside, I walked over to Logan and sat down next to him.
"Whadday'want?" he mumbled.
"Hi!" I said as chipperly as I could manage.
"Mm," Logan raised a hand slightly in greeting.
"So…are you alright?" I asked innocently.
"Do I look alright to you?" he asked, a bit louder than he had been speaking.
"Well, no. That's why I asked," I replied, "What's wrong?"
"None of your business," he shot at me.
"Will you tell me if I guess?" I asked.
"Sure, whatever."
He clearly didn't think I would be able to figure it out. I needed to prove him wrong on that one.
"Ok. So, does it have to do with a girl?" I asked.
"Mmhmm," he mumbled.
"And, would I happen to know that girl?"
"…mmhmm," he seemed a bit more reluctant to answer that last question.
"And would you be beating yourself up right now because you have no idea why the heck you like her?"
"How did you know that?" he asked, shocked.
"I'm a girl," I replied with a shrug, "I'll take it that that was a yes?"
"Mmhmm," he returned to mumbling.
"So, would that girl-that-you-don't-understand-why-you-like-her be a certain roommate of mine by the name of…Quinn Pensky?"
Logan stared at me. Just stared, in wide eyed amazement. His mouth had dropped.
"N-no," he said, without conviction.
But it didn't matter. His face had told me the answer I needed. And he knew it.
"How did you figure that out?" he asked me in the quietest audible voice he could manage.
"I'm a girl," I answered again.
"Unbelievable," he muttered.
"So, how long've you liked her?" wow, did this conversation sound familiar.
"Can't your amazing girl sense figure that one out?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I can try," I grinned, "I'm guessing that you've liked her for a year, at least."
"And what makes you think that?" he raised an eyebrow again.
"You haven't had a girlfriend, or almost any dates, in the last year," I counted off on my fingers, "And don't try to tell me you were concentrating on school. I've seen your grades."
Logan shrugged sheepishly.
"You torment Quinn more than is natural for someone," I continued, "And everyone knows that that's a sign of attraction."
Logan didn't react to that one.
"But overall, it's the way you look at her," I finished.
"Look at her?" he asked in disbelief.
"Yeah," I replied, "When you aren't busy being mean to her, or showing off, I've seen the way you look at her."
"And how is that?"
"Like she's the only girl in the world, the only one that matters to you…which I'm sure she is," I looked at him pointedly.
"And you know that all from seeing how I look at her?" Logan shook his head in disbelief.
"Haven't you figured it out yet, Logan?" I asked, standing up and smiling, "I'm a girl."
And with that, I began to walk back towards my dorm, leaving Logan still sitting at the fountain in a stunned silence. Oh yeah. Everything was going perfectly…
