A/N: Okay, the last chapter was really short. The other ones will be longer. I apologize if it takes me a little long to get chapters up; I'm at a huge softball tournament for the next week, and I'll try to work on this whenever I have any spare time.

Disclaimer: I do not, nor have I ever, owned Zoey 101

Chapter Two

Quinn

"What is taking Lola so long? Should I call her?" Zoey blab to me. I just shrug.

"Relax, Zo. You know Lola; she probably saw a few things she 'had' to have, and is just expanding her little shopping excursion. I wouldn't send her a concerned text just yet, but a simple 'hurry up' might just do the trick." I suggest, zipping up my suitcase. The door bursts open, and Zoey and I spin around to see our beautiful roommate in tears. Exchanging a quick worried glance, we both dart over to her side simultaneously, slamming the door.

"Oh my gosh, Lola, what happened?" I lead her to my bed and sit her down, while Zoey and I engulf her in our arms. She sobs into us, wetting our shirts, but I don't mind, and I'm almost positive Zoey doesn't either. She starts blubbering a bunch of words, but the only thing I can make out is 'Vince.'

"What did he do to you?" I demand, then get up and grabs a hockey stick from the closet. "I'll be back."

"Quinn, not now," Zoey mouths, and I roll my eyes and put the stick back.

"Why not? I never really trusted him, and ever since he beat up Michael, Logan, and Chase, I've been wanting to make a dent in his notoriously perfect face." Zoey shoots me a look, still rubbing Lola's back and letting her cry into her. I sigh, and finally give up. "I'll go tell the guys we'll be a few extra minutes."

"Who is it?" Michael calls when I knock on the door.

"It's me," I answer, pulling up my suitcase handle. He opens the door, and rolls his eyes.

"Well, finally. Where are Zoey and Lola?" he leads me into the room, obviously frustrated. Logan shoots me a small smile, and I try to hide my blush, and pretend I didn't see the looks James gives us.

"Um… they might need a few more minutes," I say, slowly. James raises an eyebrow.

"Why, are they okay?" he asks, a flash of concern and worry crossing his face for his girlfriend.

"Zoey's fine, but Lola… she's kind of a wreck."

"What? What's wrong with Lola?" Logan asks. I glance at Michael, who looks worried, because Lola's like his best friend.

"She came back in tears, sobbing uncontrollably. All I heard was Vince, but it might take a few minutes for her to get herself together. And whatever happened probably hit her hard, so we should all be there for her this week," Quinn described. All three boys nodded.

"I'm gonna go see her," Michael grabbed his key and fled out the door, but stopped, turned to James, and said, "hey, wanna come with? And, you know, see your girlfriend?" he offered. James just shook his head.

"I'll stay here with Quinn and Logan. Tell Zoey I'll see her in a few," he smiled at Michael as he slammed the door. I could tell Logan was thinking about how to get rid of his other roommate so we could be alone for a minute or two, but James had other ideas.

"You guys should know that not everyone's oblivious," he leaned against the couch, and I exchanged a worried glance with Logan. He came over and stood next to me, quickly brushing my hand against his.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he stares James in the eye. My eyes dart back and forth between them.

"Yes you do. I saw the looks you were giving Quinn. So, how long have you guys been together?" I look at my shoes.

"Several weeks," I mumble. My head snaps up. "James, you can't tell anyone!" I beg. He smiles, and Logan grabs my hand and squeezes. I squeeze back.

"I won't, I promise. But if you really want to hide it, you could seriously do better. I caught on. Someone else might," he warned. I nodded.

"We're trying to be friendlier and sort of ease people into the idea," I tell him. He nods. "Well, we should get going. Logan, when are we being picked up?"

"In about fifteen minutes. Let's head over to your dorm, Quinn." He picks up his suitcase and I follow him out the door, James trailing behind us.

When we arrive at my dorm, Lola is still bawling and is practically in Zoey's lap, while Zoey looks concerned yet frustrated for our friend. Michael's just standing next to them like he has no idea what to do. It's James who finally breaks the tension.

"So, um… we should get going, shouldn't we?" He gestures toward the door. Lola just bursts through another fresh round of tears.

"Did she say anything else?" I mouth to Zoey. She shakes her head. "Um, Lola… what happened?" I say, afraid she would just break like glass right there in front of us.

"V-Vince ch-ch-cheated on me!" She stuttered, wiping her tears with her arm, then falling headfirst into Michael's lap, sobbing even more loudly than before. Silence falls over the room. I look at Logan, who's standing next to me, looking extremely uncomfortable. It's obvious everyone's shocked.

"Wow," Logan says after a minute of dead silence. "I seriously believed he changed."

"We all did," I say quietly, looking at the ground. I know how Lola feels. Mark cheated on me, but it led me to something even better. Not that I could tell that to her, though.

"Maybe it's not what it looked like," Zoey suggests.

"They were kissing! Making out! They had been like that for like two minutes!" Lola yells.

"Who was the girl?" Logan asks. She doesn't answer. She looks at Michael and bursts into tears again. Zoey and Michael glare at Logan, who holds his hands up in surrender. "What? I'm not good at this," he defends. "I can punch him if you want," he offers. Lola shakes her head. She picks her head off of Zoey's shoulder for a moment.

"H-He would squish you before you could say flabbergasted!" she wails, then plants her face back in Zoey's shoulder. Logan rolls his eyes.

"Well, thanks," he mumbles sarcastically. I give him a small smile to let him know that I appreciate him trying to help. He smiles back. I can't help but notice James giving us weird looks. I look at my shoes and try to fight the blush I feel creeping up to my cheeks, and pray that no one else notices.

"Uh, guys, I think we should get going, the limo's here…" Logan says slowly, gesturing to the window. Zoey shoots him a death glare and chucks a pillow at him, hitting him square in the face, making him fall backwards onto the couch. "That didn't hurt," he gets up quickly and brushes himself off.

"I think the limo can wait a little longer, can't it?" Zoey says through her teeth. Logan sighs in response, and runs a hand through his hair.

"Hey, Zo, it's okay, just calm down. No need to get mad at Logan here, James says, trying to calm down his girlfriend. Suddenly, there's a knock on the door.

"I'll get it," I volunteer, more than happy to get away from the awkwardness in the room. I open the door to find none other than Vince Blake.