Disclaimer: Because I have to and it's the right thing to do, I do not own Zoey 101/102 or any other franchise mentioned in this series!

Happy St Patricks Day, may the luck of the rainbow be with you!

We hope that you are continuing to enjoy reading this series, as much as we've enjoyed writing it, my co-author is a phenomenal person and all of this would not be possible without him!

Chapter 9: I'm Lost Without My Track Her, But I'm Found With Her

Mark's POV: Picking up the pieces of my disheveled relationship, I set flames ablaze to an old photograph of Quinn and I, watching the fire crackle and illuminate the laminated plastic until it returned to the Earth as nothing more than pile of dust. Flames still flickering and burning hot with desire, I removed another photograph from my knapsack this time the photo contained Reese and my girlfriend Quinn.

The photo depicted the handsome playboy with his arms snuggly wrapped around my girlfriends waist, sporting nothing more than one of his stupid trademark smirks, as my girlfriend was grinning from ear to ear. A nauseating sight to behold as they looked lost in their own little world, oblivious to anyone else in their vicinity. That little bimbo, cavorting with my enemy, I pondered all of the ways that I could make her suffer for her betrayal, perhaps I'll text Brooke later.

Just have to keep it a secret for just a little bit longer before we can finally be together. Hm, should I really be chastising Quinn, when what I've done is far worse than flirting? Speaking of her, I knew Reese had acquired her phone, let's play a little game with him! Unlocking the tracking application on my phone, I've locked in my target. "I know exactly where you are Reese." Only a few moments later as I was plotting my revenge towards Quinn, a text message alert arrived.

It was from Quinn, she was pleading for my help in locating her "precious" Logan. I needed to get her off of my trail, to not raise suspicion! Choosing my words carefully I made the trek back towards the unoccupied area where my girlfriend was kneeling over the rocky terrain. I offered her a hand before toppling over and landing on her back. because you know gravity! I rolled off of her back, and re-offered her my hand, struggling to prop both of us back up. Quinn took the initiative pulling my hand forwards and propping us both upwards.

I groaned in frustration, thinking about all of the time I've already wasted away spending time looking for my mortal enemy. Three hours pretending to wander around with Quinn, when I know exactly where he is, this is absolute bull! I could be making out with one of the hottest girls on campus right now. I knew I had to end this excursion for both of our sakes. Okay, well mostly for my sake. Margolin is one of the only girls that Reese hasn't had the pleasure of making out with!

And she wants me, not him hah! And she's way hotter than Quinn! I love residing at a campus that has a multitude of different girls, even if Reese did make out with over half of them.

Quinn's little friend, the over ambitious actress, was my awakening! And Reese? He's turned into such a pathetic sap! I used to idolize him, his impressive track record to score any girl he desired, including my girlfriend who practically melted like putty into his pliable hands. Of course I've seen the looks he's given her, he's got those hungry eyes. Any female can walk into the room and the minute my girlfriend Quinn walks in, he gets all googly eyed like his eyes are gonna pop out of his head like one of those stress relief balls.

He takes in every inch of her anatomy, his eyes are always roaming. Like I care! I've got thousands of other girls to ogle over! Quinn's other roommate Zoey Brookes is a spicy little senorita, I've seen her smack Logan across the face before, a little firecracker that one! Feisty and brunette just how I like them, but definitely not hotter than Margolin! Reese is gonna be disappointed if he assumes that Quinn is going to be the type to give into peer pressure. Believe me I've been barking up that tree for a long time, she wont budge on her stance!

So I've had to resort to other measures, I haven't just cheated on her once or twice, I've cheated on her almost our entire relationship, from the day I realized she had the hots for Reese, and I suppose I should have ended things before she became too attached towards me, but I had a reputation to uphold and I liked having easy access to Quinn's female friends. I was shaken out of my reverie as a very angry Quinn thwacked me across the forehead, why couldn't she be more feisty more often I pondered?

"What the hell was that for?" I growled under my breath lowly, reeling from the shock of being thwacked by her. She jutted her hip out, placing her hand over it, I love when she does that! Focus! "Oh, I don't know Mark, maybe if you could get your head out of your rocks for five seconds and you know actually help me search for him!" I placed my hand cooly over my soon to be ex-girlfriends shoulder. "Yeah, about that, Reese is a lost cause. He disappeared hours ago, do you know how many casualties have happened in this park? Statistically speaking he's a goner!"

Quinn's POV: I grabbed my current boyfriend by the shirt, yanking him off the rocky terrain determined to make him see the error of his ways. "Listen here, potato boy, my best friend is out there somewhere lost and alone and probably freezing, so unless your going to pull your weight and help me find him-" He huffed in disbelief interrupting my statement abruptly. "You're the genius here Quinn, figure it out yourself!"

I huffed in frustration, jutting out my hip, he wasn't even going to bother listening to me, unless I threatened something of great value to him, the nerve! "It would be really unfortunate for something to happen to the rest of your rocks!" Slowly but surely he started coming back towards reality. "Really, you'd toss my rocks? How could you go so low?" I released his shirt as he tumbled to the rocky terrain below.

"I'll go lower!" He was truly gabberflasted, filled with rage and so much anger. "You're a freaking psycho, I don't know why I ever chose to date you!" I sneered not bothering to hide my obvious feelings over his disdain for our relationship or lack there of. He propped himself up off the ground, glaring vehemently towards me as I felt his breath hot on my neck, which caused an involuntary shiver. "Why don't you go find your freaking precious Logan on your own, and be the little bimbo, I know you're capable of being! Your nothing more to him than another female conquest!"

He whispered in my ear, sending a shiver up and down my spine. "As soon as he gets what he wants from you, you'll beg for me back, because your just a stupid little spaz!" I clocked him hard, right in his rocks and took off running into the distance, searching for my best friend. I knew in my heart that my relationship with Mark was dead, as I'd trudged along the rocky terrain getting absolutely soaked by a torrential downpour, soaking through my clothing. I had a mission to find Logan at any cost necessary!

An hour in searching for Logan on my own and I was desperate for an answer, I fell onto my knees and prayed harder than I ever had in my entire lifetime. "Quinn?" I heard a males voice bellow out through the downpour. "God, is that you?" I pondered as I propped myself back upwards, still struggling because of the heavy rainfall. "No, its me Logan." I sprinted towards the source of where I heard the sound and jumped straight into his arms, profusely sobbing as he held me tightly.

He examined my appearance. taking in every inch of my anatomy. "Oh my god Quinn, you're freezing, we have to get you out of these clothes before you catch a case of hypoglycemia! I chuckled a bit same old Logan! "Actually, its oh never mind I thought I lost you, it's really you, unless I'm hallucinating from- He placed a finger over my lips, shushing me up gently. "You're not hallucinating, it's really me, who else has such an adorable nose!" I shoved his shoulder playfully. "You're the worst!" He smirked playfully nudging my shoulder back. "Yeah, but I'm the best at being the worst."

He rummaged through his knapsack pulling out a pair of freshly washed clothing holding it out towards me. Averting his gaze, as I changed into the attire provided. An actual shirt with long sleeves and a pair of PCA branded sweatpants. I averted my eyes as he changed into something more comfortable, relieved that I found my best friend, even as the raindrops pelted from the sky. I rested my head gently into the crook of his shoulder, a wave of guilt washing over me, as I had recalled the last thing I had said, before he took off into the vast wilderness. "Logan- I'm-"

I began before he interrupted me gazing deeply into my eyes. "No, don't be, I was the coward that took off, you have nothing to apologize for Quinn, I just needed some space to sort all of this out."

He gently brushed his fingertips against my arm, not breaking eye contact between us. "I shouldn't have taken it out on you, I'm not a very good friend." I contemplated all of the things that had happened between us thus far, trying to ignore the butterflies I was feeling from his touch. "You startled the hell out of me, but you're right, your not just a good friend, your my best friend, Logan if something had happened to you, I never would have forgiven myself."

He pulled me into a warm embrace, as I clung onto him for dear life, afraid if I had let go I would crumble and disintegrate like the terrain beneath us. "You didn't lose me Quinn, I'm right here, you could never lose me." He reluctantly released me from his arms as the raindrops began to slacken. I sat next to him as he shuffled through songs on his pear-pod.

Curious of his musical taste I pulled out one of his earbuds, taking a thoughtful listen. "I had no idea you were into such thought provoking lyrics." He removed his other earbud, pausing the song.

"Hm? Oh yeah my mom used to sing that to me, every night she'd tell me that the raindrops may keep falling on my head, but better things are always around the corner." I frowned, realizing the unshed tears glistening in his eyes, he never talked about his mom before, not with anyone. I leaned my head across his shoulder, hoping that I wasn't making him uncomfortable.

"What was she like?" His mouth turned downwards into a tight fine line. "You don't have to answer that." He rummaged through his knapsack until he found his wallet, pulling out a slightly worn photograph and holding it out towards me. The photo depicted a woman holding a little boy with curly brunette hair. Her genes were impeccably good. "You have her nose." He managed a half smile. "I know."

He placed his hand overtop of mine, avoiding eye contact as I gave his hand a reassuring yet gentle squeeze. "She abandoned us, just took off one day without an explanation, and crushed my dad's heart."

I gazed into his eyes, they were filled with pain and deep resentment and hurt. "He changed and became a man who wanted to do right, he gave up everything for her. When he found out she was pregnant he was elated he had always wanted a son to carry on the Reese family moniker." He sighed heavily taking in deep breaths inwards and outwards releasing the grip on my hand as he stowed away his photograph back into his wallet. "I promised myself, I'd never be like him, especially after what happened when my mom left, he went back to his old ways of picking up women on the side."

I caressed his shoulder gently keeping my touch firm and light. I couldn't even begin to imagine the immense pressure of being raised in a ridiculously rich family with an absentee father.

My parents although eclectic to some and very eccentric to others, always supported my hobbies and interests even if they didn't quite understand them. He composed himself before he resumed speaking, lowly growling under his breath. "I'm just like him, I promised myself I wouldn't do that s*** I've made out with over half of the girls on campus, except the girl I really wanted, and I don't think she'll ever have me." I gazed deeply into his eyes, searching for an answer, a reassurance, a hint perhaps, was he talking about me?

"I think she would have you, if you were more intimate with her." That casual Reese smirk spread back across his face as he was masquerading his own feelings. "I've kissed a lot of girls Quinn!" He boasted.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance towards him, of course he would assume that intimacy would be something strictly physical. "Being intimate with someone isn't always physical, sometimes it's about the emotional intimacy, you've just shared with me something that no one else knows, you have a good heart Logan, a really good heart."

I began to drift off towards slumber, my heart content and full as the raindrops were pelting against the tarp, I felt a pair of arms guide me towards a more comfortable sleeping position, if tarps could talk this one would be spilling all of our secrets.