QUINN'S P.O.V.

"He looks so depressed!" Lola exclaimed. I looked sadly at Logan. He was sitting on the ledge of the fountain, staring dejectedly into space.

"I know…"

"What can we do to help him?" Lola asked me.

"Zoey thinks we should get him a girlfriend," I said, giggling, "But who?"

Lola stared pointedly at me.

"What?" I asked.

"I'm looking at you for a reason," she said, making it perfectly clear what she was thinking about. I laughed.

"Me and Logan?"

To Lola, I hoped that I looked totally nonchalant and incredulous about it. My heart, however, skipped a beat, and my mind began to whirl. I got the familiar, confused feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"Quinn!" she cried, "You don't see it? It's so obvious!"

"See what?" I asked, getting confused.

"Do I have to spell it out for you?" she asked, throwing her hands up into the air, "For a genius, you can be pretty dumb sometimes."

"There's no need to insult my intelligence," I cried, affronted, "Just…clear up what you're trying to say."

"Fine," Lola stood up to face me, "Logan plus Quinn equals The Perfect Couple."

I was floored. I tried to reply, opening and closing my jaw uselessly a few times before I realized that no sound was going to come out. Lola crossed her arms across her chest, and smirked knowingly.

"See? You so like him," she spun in a quick circle. I presumed that she was excited about being right about something.

"M-me, like L-Logan?" I stuttered, "That's no…true…" I trailed off. I knew I was a miserable liar.

"How long've you liked him?" asked Lola, sitting down next to me again.

I snuck a look back up at him. He hadn't moved since I had last looked.

"Quiiiinn," Lola trilled, "How long?" I winced, knowing she was going to freak out at the answer.

"Um…well…you know how I 'trained him how to make free-throws' year before last because he called me a spazz?" Lola nodded, and I continued, "Why do you think it hurt so much that he called me that?"

Lola looked stunned for a moment, as her eyes widened in a dawn of realization.

"That long?" she asked shrilly, "Even before you and Mark broke up? Seriously?"

"Um…yeah," I shrugged, knowing that my face was turning bright red.

"Why didn't you ever tell Zo or me? And, more importantly, WHY," she shuddered, "LOGAN?"

"Don't ask me!" I replied, "Is it my fault that we can't necessarily pick who we're attracted to?"

"Yes! No…Maybe?" Lola shrugged, "I don't know, but…Logan?!" I nodded.

"And this," I continued, "Is why I never told you or Zoey."

"Well…opposites attract…I guess," Lola still looked somewhat disgusted.

We became silent for a few moments, Lola surveying Logan and I in a new light now.

"You realize that we're seniors now," she said softly, "This is your last year here with him."

"I know," I said sadly.

"This could be your last chance to do something about your…crush…on ego-boy over there," she nudged her head in Logan's direction.

"Lola!" I remonstrated.

"I'm just telling the truth," she said in what she clearly thought was an innocent voice.

"I can't do anything about it," I muttered, "Someone like Logan would never like someone like me."

Lola raised her eyebrows. She was glad that, at that moment, I couldn't see what was going on in her brain. For, if I could see, I would know that she was planning to do anything in her power to get Logan and I together before the year was out. She also knew that if I knew this, I would do everything I could to stop her. And my interfering with her playing cupid was just not in the game plan.