Why did he always do this? Why was he always sabotaging things? He didn't want to stop seeing Quinn. He liked her. He'd liked her for longer than he'd even realized. But the pride he felt was too much. At least, it had been that day.

After the gym, he'd heard two other guys talking about Mark's new relationship with Brooke. Logan had rolled his eyes discreetly, feeling that burning loathing for Del Figgalo swelling up inside him. But then it subsided. Joke was on Mark; he had Quinn now, and it was his loss.

"She's a ten, and he's… Del Figgalo. How does that even happen?" One of the boys asked, "But it's kind of a stud move, I guess. Even dweebs can upgrade."

Upgrade? From Quinn? Logan couldn't be hearing it right.

The other said, "I don't know man. Take away those glasses, and Quinn Pensky's probably not half bad."

Logan was annoyed. Even with Quinn's glasses, she was absolutely perfect. Were they blind? It was taking everything in him not to stand up and defend her.

Then, they walked out with words he'd been too chicken to admit to himself, "At the end of the day, he traded a nerd for a hottie. I'd have been embarrassed to date her, too, if I knew I had game enough to score that big."

Embarrassed to date her. That was it. Logan was embarrassed at the idea of anyone knowing that he was interested in Quinn. It'd been a gnawing feeling in his chest that he hadn't quite been able to place and now, hearing it out loud, it made sense.

So that day, behind the wall, he ended it. But as he watched her walk away, he instantly regretted it.

Later that day, everyone gathered in the lounge to watch a movie and order from Sushi Rox.

Everyone except Quinn.

Logan walked into the room, looking around, "Where's Quinn?"

Lola shot him a confused look, "In the room, working on some experiment. Why?"

He tried to play it off, putting his hands on his hips. "I just wanted to makes sure she wouldn't steal the last California roll like last time." Fake bitterness rolled off his tongue as he plopped down on the couch with his order. He picked at the sushi on his plate for a while before pulling out his phone to text her.

What experiment are you working on?

That seemed friendly enough. She didn't answer him, though. Five minutes. Ten minutes. So he tried again.

Do you want to hear this lame chemistry joke I heard today? You're the only one of these idiots that will get it.

Still, nothing.

It left him with a strange, empty, cold feeling in his chest that he didn't like. He looked around at the rest of his friends: James and Zoey curled up on the floor. Michael was asleep, and Lola, with her legs draped over his lap, was stacking extra sushi rolls on his nose. They were all oblivious to the pain he was feeling and the obvious pain he'd caused to Quinn.

He hated causing her pain. He knew he'd been a source of pain before. The times he'd been mean to her. The time he made fun of her when they were building the robot. The time he'd called her a spazz without realizing how much weight that word held for her. He'd never shown it but he felt guilty, even if he never fully apologized.

But he had to apologize now.

Pushing himself up off the couch quickly, he headed towards the door without a word.

"Where are you going?" Zoey asked.

He didn't turn around, "I'm bored. I'm going for a walk." He needed to go talk to Quinn before the movie was over.

After making it to room 101, he knocked on the door. She didn't answer, but he could hear classical music playing softly behind the door so he knew she was in there.

"Quinn. Can you open the door? Please. I need to talk to you."

Still silence. "I'm not going anywhere until you open this door."

Finally, he heard it unlock. As he opened the door, his shoulder was met with a blast from her zap watch. "Ow!" he cried out, rubbing the exposed skin. He looked at her and she was holding the watch as if she were ready to strike again. Logan put both his hands up, "I deserve that. I know. But can you please put down the watch so I can talk to you without losing an eye?" He needed his good looks to stay, especially if he couldn't fix this.

She tossed the watch onto the couch and crossed her arms, "I don't have anything to say, Logan."

"Then just listen," his voice wasn't demanding but pleading. "I'm an idiot. I'm an idiot and a jerk."

"Go on…"

He seemed to have her, so he did, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all the things I've said and done. I'm sorry for hurting your feelings so many times. I'm sorry for what I did today. It was stupid. It was so, so stupid."

Quinn gave him a small smile, "It was extremely stupid, but I'm sorry, too. I shouldn't have agreed with you when that's not how I felt."

"It's not?"

She shook her head, and her smile grew. Without another word, she came closer to him and pressed her chest against his. Their lips connected, and instantly, his body relaxed. In the last week, her kiss had been like home. His arms wrapped around her waist, and he smiled against her mouth as she played with the hair at the back of his neck.

Practically losing himself, he picked her up, which caused an adorable squeak of surprise to leave her. Logan laid her down on the top of Zoey's bed and began to kiss gently on her neck. "I'll never be so stupid again," he spoke in between kisses.

"Yes, you will," she responded breathlessly with a laugh, "But it's okay. I'll forgive you."

She turned to face him; she looked at him with those beautiful eyes, and everything felt right in the world.

"You have the prettiest eyes."

"I know," she whispered before kissing him.

Time slowed down when they were together, but they knew a lot had passed and their friends would be back soon. Still, they lay on the floor now where they'd somehow found themselves in the blur of kisses, and they simply stared at each other.

"What are you thinking about?" Logan asked. He could see in her eyes that the wheels inside her head were moving.

It was clear on her face, though, that she was hesitant to answer. But when she did, "I-" it was cut short by the sound of Lola and Zoey coming down the hallway towards the room. They both sat up in a panic, looking around. There was only one way out.

"The window," they agreed in unison. Rushing over, they opened the first-floor window and Logan started to climb out. Giving her one last kiss, he said that he'd call her later before running through the bushes and back towards his own room.

He slowed to a walk, almost a sway, as he made it back to his bed. He had his girl back, and that was all that mattered to him. As he plopped down on his pillow, giving James and Michael just a half wave, his nose was in his phone as Quinn had finally responded back to him.

So, about that chemistry joke?