Hey! Here and back with another chapter! I'm so happy you guys aren't that mad at me for not updating in, like, a month! Thank you all!

Most of you guys were saying that you didn't want Logan and Ross to date. RELAX! I'm team... err... Ranya? Toss? Whatever, you know what I mean.

I Own Nothing!

Ally's POV
"Oh I swear when I get my hands on that little... that little..." I stopped pacing, struggling for the right word to say.

"Jerk?" Tasha sniffed.

"Ass?" Trish offered. I sighed and started pacing around the room again. Trish flopped onto the bed next to Tasha, "Why can't we go and get him? I mean, look at what he did to Tasha – she's a hot mess! No offense," she added as an afterthought. Tasha blew her nose into a tissue.

"But it doesn't make sense as to why he would do something like that," I said, deep in thought. "Ross isn't like that."

"So you're calling me a liar?" Tasha demanded. I firmly shook my head.

"No. I'm just wondering why... he's not one to act so... spiteful," I said, pacing back and forth. "Something's not right."

"I know what's not right," Trish interjected, "Tasha's crying and we're sitting here and doing nothing instead of going to Ross and teaching him a lesson!"

"Violence is never the answer," I said, "Even though –"

"Even though you were the one talking about what you would do to him when you get the chance," Trish retorted, "I say – to heck with the violence! Let's go get 'em!" she declared, standing up. There was a knock on the door. I sighed and opened the door.

"Austin?"

"Are you ready?" he asked. I cocked my head to the side for a moment. Ready for what? Then it clicked.

"Oh my gosh Austin I am so sorry!" I gasped, covering my mouth with my hand. Austin's smile dropped slightly. "You forgot, didn't you?"

I shook my head, "I'm so sorry – I totally spaced! I was just so distracted with Tasha and... Oh man I'm so sorry!"

"What Tasha thing?" he asked, suspiciously.

"She's-"

"Had her heart ripped out and shattered into little pieces by that stupid little brother of yours!" Trish yelled, fuming. I know she's mad, but is it necessary to over exaggerate about that?

"What?" Austin demanded. I exhaled and led him into my room, where Tasha still sat, surrounded by the numerous tissues and now empty boxes of Kleenex that she had made her way through. Before Trish had joined our pity party, Tasha had worked her way through four boxes.

Austin's face paled when he saw her. I knew he was heartbroken at the sight of Tasha because he loved her almost as much as I did – like another sister. He knelt next to Tasha and enveloped her into a big bear hug.

"Ross did this to you?" She nodded, starting to cry again. Just like that, his concerned expression darkened.

"He's going to die."

"Don't you think we could do this a bit more... rationally? I mean, we should handle this with-" Trish cut me off, continuing to fiercely pound on the door. I had chased Trish and Austin across the campus all the way to the apartment Tony shared with Austin and Dez because they felt the need to beat the living hell out of Ross at ten in the evening. Tasha remained behind after we were convinced that she would be fine on her own. With Dez.

"ANTHONY MASSIMO STAN, I KNOW YOU'RE HIDING HIM IN THERE AND I'M GONNA GIVE YOU THREE SECONDS TO OPEN THE DOOR BEFORE I KNOCK IT OVER!" Trish yelled, viciously banging on the door. There was some rustling about before Tony (loudly) whispered, "Remember, if all else fails... say the three words every woman loves to hear."

"You are beautiful?" I heard Ross doubtfully whisper.

"No. 'I was wrong'." I rolled my eyes at his ridiculous answer. Tony must be the worst person to go to when you have problems – he's completely ignorant. He then cleared his throat and opened the door, leaning on the door frame.

"Ladies and Austin, what brings you to my humble home?" he said, flashing his famous megawatt smile.

"I live here you cretin," Austin said with an eye roll. Trish violently pushed past Tony, "Cut the crap, Tony. We know you're hiding him."

"What?" he denied, stretching out the 'a'. I looked at him, crossing my arms over my chest. "Get out of my way, Tony," I said, pushing past him. Inside, Trish and Ross were already in an intense dispute.

"Who the heck do you think you are, busy going around and playing with people's feelings like that?" Trish screeched from the living room, "Are you even into Logan?"

"What does it matter to you, huh?" I heard Ross shout back. "Last time I checked, this had nothing to do with you!" At this point, I had set foot in the cosy living room, where Trish and Ross were having their heated debate. I noticed that the only thing that was preventing Trish from tearing Ross from limb to limb was the white leather couch and one of Austin's guitars. Wise choice, Ross, I thought.

"I don't care who's in it and who isn't, Ross! Tasha's my friend, and when you hurt her, you hurt me too! Why would you do something like that anyway? Do you have any idea how much you hurt her?" Trish yelled.

"Well, she needs to be less insensitive! It's not like she cares anyway."

"That's where you are wrong," I said, crossing my arms, "Ross, you've really broken her." Beside me, Austin spoke up. "She couldn't even come in here, you really upset her. What was that all about anyway? Do you like Logan?" Ross shifted from one foot to the other nervously.

"Well..." he trailed off, rubbing his neck nervously. He kept his gaze to the ground.

"Well what?!" shouted Trish. I put a hand on her shoulder and stepped forward.

"Ross, are you hiding something?" I asked gently.

"Yeah, what are you hiding from us, huh?" Trish demanded.

"And why are you hiding it from us?" Austin asked, crossing his arms sternly.

"Guys!" I snapped, turning back to them, "Enough with the force!"

Austin threw his arms into the air, "Well it's working, isn't it?" I sighed and turned back to Ross. "Ross, you can tell me."

Ross shook his head, "No. I can't. And I won't. Can you please just leave me alone?!" he snarled. I blinked and stepped back, surprised. So much for gentle.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Trish challenged.

"Exactly what it sounds like," Ross retorted. "Now please, leave me alone."

"But," I started. Ross cut me off, "Go!"

"You can't kick me out of my own house!" Austin yelled. "Fine, I'm leaving then!" Ross shouted. We watched astonished silence as he trudged out of the apartment. Trish was the first to speak up, "Jerk."

Austin sat on the couch and put his head in his hands. "I'm so disappointed in him."

"But why did he get so flustered when we asked if he was hiding something?" I wondered out loud.

"Because he's hiding something," Trish said flatly. I glared at her, "Not helping."

"Just a thought."

"I don't know, something fishy's going on," I said.

"Who are you, Sherlock Holmes?" Tony joked when he entered. "I'm surprised someone like you-"

"Bet," Austin said through a fake cough. He then looked up at me with an amused look, "Go on."

I bit my lip. "I was going to say that I'm surprised that someone like you... would be interested in his work!" Trish raised an eyebrow. Austin laughed, quickly disguising it with a cough when Tony shot him a strange look.

"Yeah... I'm not interested in his work," Tony said, which made Austin cough even harder. I swatted his arm.

"You know, you should really go see a doctor about that cough."

Like I said, Tony can be very ignorant at times. But that's not always a bad thing.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Logan exclaimed early the next morning as I made my way to one of the school's various music rooms. I stopped when I heard her voice come from an empty classroom. What could she be talking about, I wonder? "You just made everything all the more obvious!"

Then I heard Ross' voice. "Well I didn't say anything, now did I?" He didn't sound angry or annoyed. He just seemed... drained.

"You almost did."

"But I didn't. What's the big deal anyway? We're going to tell them anyway."

"But if you had spilled the beans then everything would be ruined!"

I heard someone sigh and the sound of feet shuffling. For a moment there was silence. I held my breath in hopes that they wouldn't hear me.

"...I'm sorry."

"Ross, why are you-"

"I just... I can't believe she would feel that way about him. I mean, anyone can see that they're not meant to be together!" I could almost see the smirk that might have been playing on Logan's heart shaped lips.

"You jealous?"

"No! Of course not! I mean, they're so different! He's so conceited and stuck up its irritating! I don't know how she puts up with it!" I cocked my head to one side. Who could they be talking about now? Are they still talking about Tasha?

"But she's known him for, what, three years? Of course she's bound to get used to him," Logan reasoned. "But I don't get why he likes her music so much. She's good, but too shy to actually get anywhere in the music industry."

"Logan, why the bitter tone? Are you jealous?"

"Impossible! Okay, maybe a bit. That's part of the reason why we're doing this, remember? He's just too good for her. And she doesn't even consider his feelings sometimes. She takes him for granted, like he's always going to be there. I don't think she should be with him... he's totally perfect with his movie star looks and his amazing talent, and his hair that flops just the right way..." Wow. Logan actually sounded soft and not tough as usual.

"Oh gross, please don't talk about him while I'm here." I left after that, not wanting to hear any more. Why were Ross and Logan doing whatever they were doing? It sounded a lot like they were talking about this poor girl who is too shy to do anything and is stuck with this guy who's from a completely different world. Polar opposites.

Wait. Polar Opposites. Where they..? No, Ross and Logan are my friends, why would they do something like that? But... it all makes sense. The way he and Austin don't seem so close anymore and all the things they were saying just seemed to fit.

Ross and Logan had it in for me and Austin.

And I don't know why.

OH! I hate to leave it at that but I just had to! Until next time!

Sammie