"Weirdest… day… ever."

Both Quinn and Logan left that bench immediately, unsure of what to make of the entire day that had unfolded before them. While Quinn had never imagined herself in that position with Logan Reese before, he'd ridden off with a colony of butterflies in his stomach. This was something he'd thought about at least once or twice, when he couldn't sleep at night, he'd think about her. How she'd looked that day at lunch, rambling on and on about her latest Quinnvention or some random "fun fact" no one found fun but her. She always looked so cute when her face was lit up with excitement. He'd think about the times they'd spent together - very far and few between - but how, since that day on the basketball court, he'd secretly enjoyed them.

At night, he'd sometimes imagine what her skin would feel like under his fingertips. What her lips would taste like. What her voice would sound like saying his name as he held her close to his chest. It was a secret he swore he'd take to his grave; it wasn't him. He was Logan Reese. He could have any girl on that campus he wanted with a snap of his finger. What would people think if they knew that, deep down, the only girl he wanted was Quinn?

Riding away, he was even more confused than normal. A long time ago, he'd come to terms with the idea that it was just a fantasy. A weird… strange… secret fantasy. After all, she was in love with Mark - almost obnoxiously so. Which he never understood. The boy was dull as the rocks he liked to collect and he clearly didn't appreciate the brilliance and the beauty that was in front of him. He paused; what was happening to him? He didn't talk like that. Girls were hot. Girls were kissable. Girls were meant to fawn over him. He knew that Quinn wasn't one of those. She didn't care about his money or his hair, or his biceps.

Until today, he didn't think she cared about him at all.

Logan went back to his room; thankfully, James and Michael weren't there. He didn't think he could handle the noise of the clackers or the general energy that came around the room. He needed peace and quiet. He needed to think. Curled up under the covers, figuring a nap would erase the weirdness out of the day, he pulled the pillow into his chest. He could smell her perfume, just faintly, around the collar of his shirt. He closed his eyes tighter and imagined that it was her instead of the pillow in his grasp. That eased him to sleep easily.

Two hours later, the boys were back.

"There he is," Logan could hear Michael's voice as they entered the room. He assumed James was there.

The blonde's voice followed, "I wasn't worried."

"Well, I was. It's chili cheeseburger day. I thought he got abducted by aliens or something," Michael plopped down on the couch, immediately searching around for his toy.

James retorted, "And how are those two things related?"

"Easy. Logan loves them. Logan never misses them. Logan did. Hence, Logan abducted by aliens. Only explanation."

Annoyed, Logan threw his imaginary Quinn pillow at Michael who let out a disapproving sound.

"Logan has a headache," He started to pull himself out of the bed. He clearly wasn't going to be able to think with them around.

"Now,where are you going?" Michael called to him as Logan headed for the door.

He didn't answer. He didn't have an answer. Because honestly, he didn't know where he was going. He was just walking anywhere to try to get away from them so he could try to figure things out.

With his hands shoved in the pockets of his cargo shorts, his eyes were straight ahead, but they were almost glossed over in thought. He was replaying the kiss over and over in his head. How soft her lips were. The minty taste of her breath mixed with the strawberry of her lip gloss. How that electricity had pulsed through him in a way it'd never before.

That was probably what was confusing him the most. He'd kissed hundreds of girls—maybe not hundreds, but a lot—and it always felt good. But what he'd felt with Quinn in those few seconds was something he'd never known he could feel. It felt incredible, invigorating, and addictive. He couldn't stop thinking about it, and he wanted more. He'd never felt so drawn to another person like this in his life. It was scary, and it was disgusting.

Then, almost like a superpower, he could feel her presence. Logan looked up to see her sitting by the tree. She had her glasses on and was back in her normal clothes; her hair was moving around with the light breeze in the air, and her tongue was sticking out slightly in concentration like it did. He smiled softly.

She was so cute.

Realizing, then, that he had two choices, his feet felt stuck to the ground. He could keep walking and ignore her. He could ignore the rapid beating of his heart in his chest and the almost magnetic pull to go towards her. Or he could go figure out what all of this meant. Could he really go back to his dorm feeling like this? Confused and restless? No. This was torture.

Summoning up as much courage as he could muster, he approached her slowly. Logan scratched the back of his head nervously before he spoke, "Hey… Quinn."

She slammed her notebook closed and looked up at him, clearly startled. He instantly started to doubt this. So he kept going, "I can come back."

Quinn shook her head, "No. No. It's okay. You can sit… if you want."

The anxiousness was palpable between them. Still, he slid down the tree next to her. He could feel their thighs barely touching, and the subtle contact made the hair on his legs stand up.

They sat quietly for a moment, and then Quinn finally broke, "I have been thinking about what transpired earlier today."

He looked at her confused; He didn't know what that word meant, but he was more curious that she'd also been thinking about it. "Yeah?"

She nodded, "Quite a lot, actually."

At least he wasn't alone in that, "And what did you… transpire?"

That was how you used the word, right?

Apparently not. She chuckled slightly. He did, too. It wasn't as though she was laughing at him. At least not completely.

Quinn shook her head, "Transpire means," pausing, clearly deciding to change the route of her sentence, she cleared her throat before she continued, "I was thinking that it was weird. It was sudden and very unexpected."

Maybe it was his heartbeat in his ears confusing him, but what did that mean? Did that mean she hated it? She thought it was bad? For one of the few times in his life, he was speechless.

She noticed, "Logan?"

"Yeah?"

Was this it? Was he about to hear that this was a mistake?

"It all made me very confused. I don't like feeling confused. I am a woman of science who enjoys facts and logic. Which means, logically this shouldn't happen. You and I… we don't make sense compatibly. And Mark and I.."

Logan couldn't help but scoff at the mere mention of the other boy's name. He'd disliked Mark Del Figgalo from the very beginning and was pleased he didn't have to keep his mouth shut anymore.

"I get it." His tone was flat. Sad. He was about to get up and bolt; he couldn't stomach her breaking up with him when there wasn't even a relationship to break in the first place.

As he started to push himself off the ground, her hand found his arm to stop him and gently push him back down. His heart practically erupted in his chest. Her touch was better than he'd imagined it to be.

"I'm not done," she stated. Her eyes looked at him softly. It felt him with a weird queasiness and calmness. He waited with batted breath as she leaned a little closer, "After all of that thinking, I realized that, sometimes, logic isn't everything."

He furrowed his brow again. What did that mean? Her body answered for her this time as she broke the distance between them and kissed him again. His hand immediately came up to cup her cheek and the other wrapped around her waist to pull her into him. Now that they were this close, he never wanted to let her go.

After a few moments, he breathlessly pulled away. Air was becoming a problem, and that was the only reason he allowed himself to separate from her. He was right; she was an addiction, and he already wanted more of her. He could feel that dopey smile on his face as his mind reeled. Normally, he'd be embarrassed by it. He'd learned in his fifteen years of life that you weren't ever supposed to let a girl know you liked her. But here he was, making it obvious how head over heels he was for her. How easily she'd made him fall, maybe because he was already tripping over her and never wanted to face it.

She bumped her nose to his. It was soft, and it was cute. Then she ran her fingers through his hair. He wasn't used to this kind of intimacy, but it felt incredible.

"Why don't you meet me here tomorrow? After study hall. We can talk more?" Her suggestion took a moment to process as his brain was still cloudy from the contact.

He nodded, "Okay."

Quinn began to pick up her things and with her notebook pressed tightly to her chest, a place he ached to be, she pushed herself up and flashed him one more smile before walking away. Once she was gone and he was in the clear, Logan allowed himself to fall back into the grass.

He didn't know what any of this meant. He didn't know what this feeling was or how long it would last. What he did know was he couldn't wait to see her again tomorrow.