Quinn looked up from her Chemistry book, hearing someone knocking

Quinn looked up from her Chemistry book, hearing someone knocking. Since she was alone in the room, she closed her book, walked over to the door, and opened it, shocked at who she saw.

"Logan?" Quinn asked, making sure that he was real and she wasn't dreaming.

"Uh, hey Quinn," Logan greeted nervously. "Watcha doin'?"

"Studying…" Quinn answered, looking at Logan suspiciously. "What are you doing?"

"I, uh…. I…. Never mind." Logan said quickly. He turned and started to walk away, but was stopped by one little word that came out of her mouth.

"Logan?"

He turned around quickly and walked back to her, taking her face in between his hands and kissing her passionately. Quinn responded after a few seconds; the kiss had made her mind turn into a kind of mush. They stood there for a few seconds, kissing, and then Quinn realized what was happening. She pulled away (reluctantly).

"Logan, what are you doing?" Quinn whisper-yelled.

Logan's eyes snapped open at her tone and then widened, realizing what he had just done.

"Uh, I gotta go," he said quickly before turning and running from the building. Quinn just watched him leave, she didn't know what to say.

"Oh my God," Logan said to himself as he ran through the campus toward his dorm. "Did I just kiss Quinn?"

Back in her room, Quinn shut the door; she was still in a trance from what had just happened. "Oh my God," she said quietly, realizing what had just happened. "Did I just kiss Logan?"

Twenty-four hours earlier

Quinn sat on the couch with Zoey, Lola, and Mark. Zoey and Lola were trying to fast forward through part of the movie they were watching, and Quinn and Mark were studying for his upcoming Chemistry mid-term.

"Fast forward!" Lola shouted at Zoey.

"I'm trying!" Zoey shouted back. The two friends soon got into an argument over the remote, and Quinn reached into her backpack, pulling out a remote of her own. She pushed the small button in the center of the remote, and the power 'died'. Zoey and Lola looked around, confused.

"What happened to the power?" Lola asked.

"Oh, I don't know. Must be out," answered Quinn. It surprised her how Lola acted sometimes.

"Oh, ok," Zoey said. "Let's crash." She and Lola stood and walked in the direction of their room.

"Later guys!" Lola shouted happily, waving.

After they left, Quinn pushed the button again, and the power came back on. Mark looked over at her, confused.

"One of my Quinnventions," Quinn said to him, smiling. Mark shrugged. Quinn scooted over and sat right next to him, then pulled his arm around her shoulders. When he didn't react, she put her head on his shoulder, trying to flirt. Mark didn't say anything, didn't even look at her.

"I like cuddling," Quinn said, smiling. Mark nodded and looked away. Quinn sat up. "Do you think we should, ya know..."

"What?" Mark asked, clueless.

"Kiss?" Quinn questioned, surprised that he didn't know the answer to her question. Mark sat there awkwardly for a second and then kissed her on the forehead, staring back at the wall. Quinn pulled back from him.

"Ok, Mark, what up?"

"What do you mean, 'what up'?" Mark asked in his standard monotone.

"You've been acting weird for the past like, two weeks. What's going on?" Quinn asked.

"Well, we've been dating for a long time..." Mark said. "And I think we should take a break."

Quinn's eyes widened. "A break from us?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, ok," Quinn answered distractedly. "If that's what you want."

Mark stood up. "You rock," he said before leaving.

Quinn looked after him, waiting until he left the room before she broke down and started to cry.

As their alarm went off, Lola opened her eyes slowly, smacking the clock. "Guys, time to get up," she mumbled groggily.

Zoey moaned, but then got up anyway. She noticed something was off. "Hey, where's Quinn?"

Lola looked to the bunk above her. No Quinn. "Huh, I don't know. She's not usually awake by this time in the morning, is she?"

"No," Zoey said, thinking. "Something must be up. Let's take her to dinner at Sushi Rox tonight, ok?"

"Yay!" Lola said, clapping her hands. "Well, I better start getting ready for class, I've got a Math test today." She groaned and grabbed a t-shirt out of her closet.

Zoey laughed. "I have first off today. I think I'm going to look for Quinn, see what's going on," she said as she finished getting ready.

"Good plan," Lola said distractedly as she applied mascara. "Well, see ya later!" Lola said cheerfully before grabbing her backpack and heading out the door.

Zoey fixed her hair and put her key around her neck. She grabbed her backpack and headed to the coffee cart.

"One javaccino, please," she asked the worker.

"Coming right up," he responded. Zoey leaned against the cart and looked around the campus for Quinn, not spotting one of her best friends. She sighed as the worker handed her the beverage, and smiled at him. Zoey walked around campus, looking for anyone that could possibly know where Quinn was. She saw Logan sitting on a bench talking to some blonde bimbo.

"Hey Logan," she said as she walked up to him.

"What is it, Zo, i'm kinda busy here," Logan said, gesturing to the girl next to him. She stood up and walked away. "Oh, that's just great. Thanks a lot."

Zoey rolled her eyes.

"Well, what is it? What do you need?" Logan asked, his attention now focused on Zoey.

"Have you seen Quinn?" Zoey questioned worriedly.

"No, why would I have seen that science geek?" Logan said as his nose curled up. Although, on the inside, he was thinking the exact opposite. "Why, what's going on with Quinn?"

"She wasn't in her bed this morning, and no one has seen her all day. I'm worried something's wrong."

Logan shrugged and then picked up his backpack just as the bell rang. "I don't know. I'll text you if I see her though, ok?"

"Ok. Thanks, Logan," Zoey said as he walked away. She shifted the weight of her backpack and headed to English, worrying so much about Quinn that she didn't even realize when she ran into James.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" Zoey gushed before seeing who it was. She looked up at James and he smiled down at her.

"Hey, Zo, how's it goin'?" he asked, falling into step beside her.

"Oh, well, I'm late for class, Quinn's missing, and I almost hurt you," she rushed out, nervously tucking her hair behind her ear. She still couldn't believe that he was her boyfriend.

"You're not late, you have a few minutes," James reassured her. "And you didn't hurt me, so don't worry about that. But what's this about Quinn missing?"

"Yeah, I don't know where she is. No one does. Have you seen her?" Zoey asked hopefully.

"Nope, sorry," James answered. He smiled. "I know you'll find her though."

Zoey smiled.

"Anyway, I gotta go to class, so I'll see you later, ok?" Zoey said as she walked towards the doors of the English building.

"Ok," James answered, kissing her on the cheek. "See you later?"

"Count on it," Zoey responded before running inside. She sighed dreamily, happy that she had just seen James. It had been awhile since they had had any alone time. She sat down in her desk just as the bell rang, and got through the rest of her classes that day, worrying about Quinn.

Zoey, Lola, and Quinn were seated at their usual table at Sushi Rox, sitting and chatting.

"You know, Quinn," said Lola. "You're actually handling this mark thing pretty well. I'm impressed."

"Oh, it's just a guy thing," Quinn said, waving her hand as if to brush away the thought of it. "I'm sure he'll be back to normal in no time."

As soon as the words left Quinn's mouth, Zoey and Lola saw Mark walk in with another girl. They sat down at the table directly behind the threesome, and Mark held her hand and whispered to her, causing her to giggle. Lola's eyes widened.

"What's wrong, Lola?" Quinn asked, taking a bite of her sushi.

"Oh, nothing," Lola and Zoey said together.

"Just don't turn around!" Lola added. Zoey glared at her.

Quinn turned in her chair to see Mark with another girl, eating and flirting. She let out a breath and her face fell. Then she started to become angry. She stood up and walked over to Mark.

"Mark, what are you doing?!" she asked loudly, beginning to cause a scene.

"Quinn!" Mark shouted nervously. He hadn't been expecting to see her. "I... uh..."

"Who is she?" Quinn asked icily, motioning to the girl at the table.

"She's Brooke," Mark answered. "Listen, don't freak out, ok?"

"Freak out?" Quinn yeled. "Freak OUT?!"

Mark winced.

As a waitress came walking by, Quinn grabbed a piece of yellow fish. "Eat yellow-tail, you jerk!" she shouted as she shoved this fish into his mouth. Quinn stormed out of the restaurant, followed closely by Lola and Zoey. They finally managed to stop her after a few minutes.

"Hey Quinn, are you ok?" Lola asked gently, putting her hand on Quinn's shoulder.

"Yeah, Quinn, are you ok?" Zoey asked in the same tone, putting her hand on Quinn's other shoulder.

Quinn shrugged them both off. "Yeah, whatever. I'm fine."

"I don't believe you," Zoey and Lola said in unison. Just then, Zoey's phone went off: James.

"Ooh, sorry, I have to take this. Lola, can you take care of her?" Zoey asked in a worried voice.

"Sure," Lola responded as Zoey nodded and walked away. She turned back to Quinn. "So, I take it you're not ok."

"No, how could I be?" Quinn said, her voice rising. "How could he break up with me for that... that... her?" she asked angrily.

"I don't know," Lola said. "Sometimes guys just think that they want girls who dress and look like that. It's stupid."

A thought popped into Quinn's head. She just nodded, though, hiding her new genius plan.

"Do you feel a little better?" Lola asked.

"Yeah, I feel better," Quinn replied as she stood up. "I'm going to go to sleep now, ok?"

"Ok..." Lola said, worried. "See you in the morning?"

"Oh yes you will," Quinn said quietly as she walked away.

Lola watched her go with a worried look on her face. She had a feeling that this wasn't going to turn out well.

The next morning, Logan was sitting at a table outside eating breakfast and browsing his selection of girls when he suddenly caught a glimpse of one he hadn't seen before. She had long brown hair, and was wearing a mini skirt that showed off her legs nicely. Logan smiled; all he could see was the back side of her, and he could already tell he liked her. He took a deep breath and walked over to her.

"Hey," he said smoothly. "How's it goin'?"

The girl turned around and Logan's jaw dropped.

"Quinn?!" he asked, shocked. She looked gorgeous. Logan had never seen her that way before.

"Can I help you with something?" she asked, irritated.

"Uh... I... uh..." Logan stammered.

"Look, as fun as this conversation is turning out to be, I'm kind of busy. Have you seen Mark?"

"Mark?" Logan asked. "How is she still dating that guy?" he asked himself. Personally, he didn't see the attraction. "Del Figgalo?"

"Yes, Mark Del Figgalo," Quinn stated, looking around Logan at the other people walking around.

"Uh, no," Logan managed to say. He was trying to keep his eyes from popping out of his head.

"Fine. Bye." Quinn said before hurrying off. Logan stared after her, still shocked.

"Since when does Quinn look and dress like that?" he asked the open air. A group of girls walked by, and Logan snapped out of his stupor, raising his eyebrows at them suggestively. They giggled, and he sent them his most dazzling smile, blocking those new thoughts of Quinn out of his mind.

Meanwhile, Quinn had finally found Mark. He was playing cards with two of his friends.

She walked up to them and said seductively, "Can I play?"

They all turned to look at her. Mark had just taken a drink of milk, and it was now spilling all over his shirt.

"Dude, you broke up with her?" one of Mark's friends asked.

"Can I ask her out?" the other one asked.

"What? No!" Mark said as he stood up and pulled Quinn off to the side. "Quinn, what are you doing?"

"What do you mean? Don't you like it?" Quinn asked playfully.

"No," Mark answered.

Quinn's face fell. "You liked it on Brooke," she said, her voice turning colder and meaner with each word.

"I liked Brooke for Brooke. We actually have a lot in common. The fact that she's hot is just gravy," Mark said.

"But you hate gravy," Quinn protested. Mark shot her a look and she stopped talking.

"You know what I mean," he said. "This isn't you, Quinn."

"Well I--" Quinn started to say. "I'm leaving!" She ran away, trying to hide the tears that were threatening to spill over. She ran and ran until she found a bench to sit on, and then she started to cry.

About ten minutes later, Logan drove by on his scooter.

"What's with you?" he asked.

"Nothing, Logan, I'm fine. Just keep driving," Quinn muttered, looking away from him.

"You been crying?" he asked. She glanced up at him and he saw that her eyes were wet with tears. He took off his helmet and walked over, sitting next to her on the bench. "What's goin' on?"

"Mark broke up with me."

"Oh yeah, I heard you got dumped," Logan said. Quinn glared at him. "Broken up with," he added hastily.

"Yeah. After two years," Quinn said sadly.

"Why'd he dump--" Quinn shot him another look. "Break up with you?"

"Cause he fell for Brooke Margolin," Quinn answered bitterly.

"Oh, she's hot!" Logan said. Quinn looked at him again. "Hot-ish," he added, trying to salvage the situation.

"I mean, I guess I can't be mad at Mark," Quinn said.

"Well if it makes you feel any better, I think Mark's an idiot."

"Yeah, yeah, I know you hate him," Quinn replied, looking away.

"I... I don't hate him. I mean-- he's an idiot for breaking up with you," Logan said.

"Why do you say that?"

"I don't know, I mean... Look. We all know you're weird," Logan started. Quinn looked away. "But, you're smart, you're pretty, and... you're kinda fun."

"Thanks," Quinn said, rolling her eyes.

"Sure. And uh, why are you dressed like that?" Logan asked, gesturing to Quinn's outfit.

"I was trying to compete with Brooke," Quinn answered.

"Well don't," Logan stated. He picked up her glasses and placed them back on her. Quinn pushed them up by the center.

"Hey, there's Quinn," Logan said, pointing at her.

Quinn smiled.

And then, she noticed Logan looking at her lips. She looked at him, and then he leaned in and kissed her. She kissed him back for a few seconds, but then they were interrupted by a horse galloping by. They both sprang back.

"Weirdest day EVER." Logan said.

"Uh huh," was all that Quinn could think to say. They separated, and then after a few awkward seconds, Logan stood up, got on his scooter, and left.

Logan was pacing around his room, running over what had just happened in his mind. All he remembered was, he was sitting with Quinn, and she told him that Mark broke up with her. He comforted her, then put on her glasses, then he... kissed her. Logan couldn't believe it. There was no one that he had ever wanted to kiss less than Quinn Pensky. But, when he kissed her, it felt so right, like they were made for each other. And he couldn't deny the spark that had run through his whole body when she brought her hand up to caress his face. He sighed and plopped down on his bed, reaching for the remote. He flipped through a few channels, but his mind kept wandering back to Quinn. He sat up and ran his hands through his hair roughly, sighing.

"I have to do something. I have to go talk to her," Logan said. And with that, he stood up and walked over to Quinn's room. Before he could even realize what he was doing, he knocked on her door. He heard some shuffling, and then she opened the door. Logan's breath caught in his chest as he looked at her.

"Logan?" He loved the sound of her saying his name.

"Uh, hey Quinn," he said nervously. He wasn't exactly sure where to go from here. "Watcha doin'?"

"Studying," she replied.

"Of course," he thought.

"What are you doing? she asked.

"I, uh... I... never mind." Logan said quickly. "Man, what was I thinking? That I was going to come over here, and then we were just going to figure this whole thing out right now? God, I'm such an idiot," he thought to himself as he walked away. Then she spoke again.

"Logan?"

And that was all it took for Logan's self-control to snap. He whipped around and walked to her quickly, taking her face in between his hands and kissing her passionately. She responded after a couple of seconds, and Logan again thought how much of a perfect fit they were for each other. It ended as soon as it started, though, because Quinn pulled back.

"Logan, what are you doing?" she whisper-yelled at him.

He opened his eyes, snapping out of his daydream. And then he realized what he had just done. "Oh, crap," he thought.

"Uh, I gotta go." Logan knew it sounded stupid, but it was the best thing he could think of at the time. And then he turned and ran. "Oh my God," he said. "Did I just kiss Quinn? Again?"

He eventually made it back to his room and he jumped on his bed, bringing the pillow over his head. He groaned. "I am such an idiot," he repeated over and over to the empty room. "Why did I just do that? Why?" When he asked himself that question for the third time, Michael walked in, whistling happily.

"Hey, Logan, what's up?"

"Nothing," came Logan's muffled reply.

"Ok," Michael said, accepting that as an answer. He picked up his 'Clackers' and started to play with them. The noise wasn't welcome in the tiny room, at least not to Logan.

"Could you please stop?" Logan shouted, throwing his pillow at Michael.

"Ok, geez, calm down, man," Michael said as he put the 'Clackers' back on the table. "What's wrong with you?"

Then Logan heard his cell phone ring.

"Hello?" he answered angrily.

"Logan?" came the voice on the other line.

"Quinn?"