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CHASE'S P.O.V.
"Hey Lola!" I called, waving to her.
"Chase!" she gave me a hug. "Where ya headed?"
"I'm heading to the library. I'm gonna ask if Zoey wants to go to Sushi Rox with me," I shrugged, smiling. "I just stopped to check on Logan. He didn't look to good."
" Logan, huh?" Lola smiled broadly. Uh oh. I didn't like her tone. That was the I've-got-a-plan-and-there's-nothing-you-can-do-to-stop-me voice.
"Should I be scared?" I asked.
"Scared?" she asked innocently. "No! I was just wondering what you were talking about with Logan…I'm worried about him…Is he ok?"
"Oh yeah," I said, relieved. "He's fine. Just some girl trouble."
"Girl trouble, eh?" Lola cocked her head to the side. "Did he mention what girl he's having trouble with, by any chance?"
"He told me that he saw some hot girl buying PCA coffee yesterday, and now he can't find her, so he's depressed," I repeated what Logan had said.
"And did he tell you what this girl looked like?" Lola asked excitedly. I was starting to get curious by this point. Why did she want to know?
"Why?" I asked. "Do you like Logan or something?"
"Eww!" she shrieked. "Heck no!"
"Just wondering," I laughed. "Yeah, he said the girl had brown hair in braids, and that she wore glasses. I thought the girl sounded a lot like Quinn, but he said that she's not like Quinn."
Lola rolled her eyes for some reason. Why? I had no idea, but I had the feeling I was about to find out.
"Of course she's not like Quinn," Lola muttered quietly. "She is…" Her eyes suddenly got big, and she looked up at me, "Oops."
"She is what?" I asked curiously.
"She is…not like Quinn?" Lola suggested. I narrowed my eyes suspiciously at her.
"That's so not what you were going to say," I said. "She is what?" a thought hit me. "She's…not…Quinn…is she?"
"However did you figure that one out?" Lola asked innocently, a wide smile spreading across her face.
" Loganlikes Quinn?" I made a face. That was just too weird. Logan and Quinn are total opposites. There was no freaking way that someone like Loganwould like someone like Quinn. TOO WEIRD, I tell you!
"Yes, but…" Lola made an apologetic face. "I wasn't supposed to tell…Now that you know, though…"
"Again, should I be scared?" I asked.
"No," she replied. "I just want you to help me play cupid."
"You mean get Logan and Quinn together? Don't both people have to like each other in order for that to happen?"
"Trust me," Lola's eyes glinted excitedly. "That's not a problem."
Quinn liked Logan too? That was almost weirder then Logan liking Quinn…almost… What was the world coming to?
"Was it this weird when Zo and I got together?" I asked.
"No," Lola laughed. "Everybody knew it was going to happen with you two. Logan and Quinn is a bit…"
"Unpredictable?" I finished.
"Sure," Lola shook her head. "Anyway, will you help me?"
I had to think about that, since the idea had trouble written all over it. But it was our last year at PCA, and Logan and Quinn did already like each other. Maybe all they needed was a prod in the right direction. Maybe we could actually get them together. Then I'd Zoey and I would each have one happy roommate.
"Count me in," I told her.
"Great!" she exclaimed. "When you see Zoey, ask her if she wants to help, 'k?"
"But I thought you weren't supposed to tell anyone," I protested. After all, she hadn't told me. I guessed.
"I know," Lola rolled her eyes. "But I wouldn't be telling her. You would."
"Right," I nodded.
Something hit me. If we got Logan and Quinn together, and Zoey and I were still together, then the only people left from our rooms were…
"Hey Lola," I laughed. "You and Michael'll be the odd ones out."
"Huh?" it was her turn to look confused.
"If Logan and Quinn and Zoey and I are together," I explained. "You and Michael are the odd ones out. Should I be expecting to play matchmaker for you guys too?"
"No!" she shrieked, "I don't think so Chase."
She turned her back on me and began to walk away.
"Don't forget to tell Zoey," she called after her.
"Right," I muttered. "Tell Zoey."
I snuck a look back at the fountain where Logan had been sitting. He was gone.
