Quinn barely slept that evening. The kisses with Logan had been incredibly intriguing. As she'd told him, she was a woman of science, and it made sense that they experimented more. Didn't it?

The sound of her alarm rang in her ears, and it made her realize she had dozed. Only for a little while. While she didn't remember all of her dream, she faintly recalled the smell of his cologne and the feeling of his curly locks between her fingers.

They haunted her as she moved on autopilot: through her shower… getting dressed and picking at the granola in her yogurt at breakfast. Zoey and Lola had asked her what was on her mind, but she lied easily, claiming it was a science problem plaguing her. Technically, it wasn't false. She had intended to treat whatever this was with Logan as an experiment of sorts.

What was upsetting her the most was how she couldn't concentrate in her classes. She loved school. She prided herself on learning and academic excellence. Instead, she spent the entirety of her morning classes doodling and scribbling in her notebook as she thought about him. The night before. The days and years prior. Had this been foreseeable, and she'd been blind? To her, none of this made any sense. Logan and her didn't fit together; she'd never thought about him in that way. A nuisance, maybe. A very charming, good-looking, arrogant nuisance. And now? All she could think about was seeing him next.

Study hall came and went; with her bag flung over her shoulder, she made a beeline for that tree.

Thankfully, she was the first to arrive. She could sit now and try to compose herself.

She was picking at the grass in front of her as she let her mind wander. Logan Reese. Logan Reese? The boy who seemed to rotate through a new girl each week. The same boy who called her weird and a freak… a spazz. Somehow, that was the same boy who had comforted her when she didn't think she could be consoled and whose lips made her whole body vibrate in a way it never had before.

That was perhaps the most fascinating. After two years with Mark, the amount of kisses they shared could be counted on one hand. He was never much of a physical being, and it was something she'd believed to be normal. They held hands, and they cuddled on the couch… usually after some initiation from her. There had been safety with him. Sameness. It was like eating vanilla pudding every day, but she didn't mind vanilla.

Until she'd tasted something else. Logan was definitely something else.

"Hey," he greeted her.

She picked up her head to look at him, "Hey," Remaining quiet until he was completely sat next to her she sighed, "Thanks for coming."

"Of course."

Quinn bit her lip, "I've been thinking about… everything. And I'm wondering if you have, too?"

To her, Logan appeared nervous. But was that because he was about to tell her that he'd thought about everything and realized that their kisses were temporary insanity?

"Yeah. Kind of. A little," his voice seemed uneasy to her.

That only made this harder—or maybe it just made it easier? He clearly didn't want this, so it was time to pull the plug before she got hurt even more. She still hadn't fully recovered from the sting of Mark's betrayal; did she really want to be scorned by Logan, too?

A nervous chuckle left her, "So we're in agreeance, then?"

He looked at her, "What?"

Before she could say anything else, she spotted Lola and Zoey walking towards them in the distance. Panic began to fill her, and she sprung up, ignoring Logan's look of confusion, which only twisted more.

"Lola and Zoey are coming. They can't see us together."

Now, seeming to understand exactly what she was talking about, he stumbled to his feet. Naturally, Quinn reached down to touch his arm, helping him. That's when their eyes locked. Just like before, they couldn't deny that urge to press their bodies together.

Skillfully, Logan wrapped one arm around her waist and turned them around so they were hidden behind the tree's ginormous stump. Her back was pressed gently against it as he skillfully slid his tongue between her lips. Her hands naturally fell over his shoulders as she, once again, began to get lost in him. She didn't know if it was from him twirling them around or the taste of him that was making her dizzy, but her head felt like it was filled with nothing but air.

He pulled away slowly and looked over her shoulder. "They're gone."

Quinn was out of breath and even more confused than before. She needed to go back to the drawing board. Take more notes. Go over the data she'd just collected in that sweeping kiss… was there even any?

"I need to get to the lab," Quinn said, starting to back away, biting her lip and wrapping her arms around herself. "I'll text you later."

She knew, deep down, that they couldn't keep this up. She couldn't keep ignoring him and the inevitable, but they also couldn't keep getting swept up in each other whenever they were around each other. Of course, she'd still look at the closest thing to data… aka her journal, but without a doubt, this experiment would be doomed if they continued on. Wouldn't it?

Quinn had managed to avoid him for the rest of day; she'd kept herself locked up in the science lab and ran back to her dorm. But after another sleepless night, Quinn knew they had to pull the plug. And this time, they had to be sneakier about it.

She'd asked him to meet her behind the wall near the lunch tables. Once again, she made sure she got there a few minutes before him so she could get herself together. Since that day on the bench, anytime she was around him, she seemed to lose all sense of control. Her mouth instantly dried as he approached her in that grey cut-off. He'd clearly just come from the gym; his tanned arms still had a little sweat on them. But he still smelled like that cologne she couldn't get out of her head.

He sat down, his back against the wall. Quinn sat next to him; they were shoulder to shoulder.

"What is this?" she asked simply

Logan let out a sigh, "I have no idea."

He didn't sound as timid as yesterday, just as confused as normal. So Quinn looked at him, "I've been trying to compile data concerning the possibility of a courtship and realized that this is nothing that I can collect actual data on. Which is extremely frustrating."

Silence on his end. She didn't like that.

Another sigh left him, "Can you not be all science-y for a second?"

Normally, she'd take offense to that, but she knew he was right. "Okay?"

"Things like this aren't science. They just are what they are."

She nodded, "But there are still facts involved."

"What kind of facts?"

"That fact that while normally I'd find you revolting and repulsive, I can't help but think about kissing you. Or how I like it when you smile at me… or how this makes no sense, but I can't help but want to know more."

He nodded, "My fact is that I know I could go out there and be with any girl on this campus, but these last few nights, all I've thought about is how I want to be with you."

Again, she should have been slightly offended, but he once again was right. Logan was very well sought after by the female population of PCA despite his many glaring flaws. But, that's what he said… he wanted her. She wanted him.

She leaned in to kiss him, which was an action that took her by surprise. She'd never been so bold before. She'd taken the lead with Mark simply because she had to, but with Logan, who filled her with so many nerves, she felt like her entire body was going to explode… she wouldn't have. But he made it so easy. Especially as she felt him melt into her and place his hand on her waist. Kissing him was indescribable.

As she pulled away, she rubbed her nose against his, just as she had before.

"What is that?"

She frowned, "What's what?"

"That little thing that you do with my nose?" He pointed at it.

Her stomach dropped. Did he hate it? Was it lame? She opened her mouth to say she was going to go bury herself into a hole but he continued, "It's cute. I like it."

A sigh of relief left her. She let out a small laugh, "It's like an Eskimo kiss."

"An Eskimo kiss?"

She nodded, "Although the term Eskimo is now considered outdated, it's still used to describe two people rubbing their noses together. It was popularized in Inuit culture-"

Before she could continue on with her fact, Logan leaned in and started to rub his nose against hers, which made a fit of giggles leave her. She beamed at him.

They'd spent a few more days behind that wall. It'd quickly became their spot. Quinn found herself looking forward to meeting him there after study hall to stare into his eyes and rub his nose against hers for a few moments. They were fleeting moments, not much talking took place, but she didn't care.

Outside of those times, nothing else had changed. Sure, he'd texted her constantly, though, asking about her day or her experiments. She quickly learned his schedule, when he liked to play basketball, and made sure she asked the name of that cologne she couldn't get out of her head. But to their friends, everything was normal.

It was a whirlwind… and a rush… and then it stopped.

Things had begun as usual. He told her she had the prettiestl eyes, which she appreciated, as she felt they often got hidden behind her frames. And she complimented his nose. They Eskimo kissed as normal, and then he stopped. Her heart sunk to her chest as he pulled apart. Something had changed, but she didn't know why.

He thought it was insane that they were together. The words she'd been dreading came flying out of his mouth, and she wanted to scream. Instead, she played it off cool and collected. She laughed nervously, agreeing with him, although her heart was breaking. Quinn wanted to know what had changed.

They'd both expressed their doubts before but had seemed to get past them.

Suddenly, they were back at square one. She picked up her phone as it rang; it was her signal that she had to get to class. Thank God. Her heart was breaking all over again, and she didn't like that feeling. She needed to deal with it in private.

He asked for one more Eskimo kiss before they left, which part of her thought about denying him. But the truth was, she wanted it too. The excitement of feeling him near her, even if it was one last time, was too much. She smiled brightly and agreed, rubbing her nose against his.

And then, she grabbed her bag to leave him there. Her smile instantly dropped as she practically stomped away. What had she done? What had changed? This was a pain she'd felt time and time again when her experiments failed, only worse.