Quinn POV:

I'm in the Library, looking for books.

I'm the only one in the Sci-fi section.

I pull a book off the shelf.

Aliens.

I scoff.

I suddenly feel warm, man hands on my waist.

I jump and face him.

"Calm down, it's me." Logan smirks at me.

"You scared the hell out of me." I slap him with the book in my hand.

"Ooh." He grabs my waist again. "Hit me harder."

I chuckle as he locks his mouth onto mine.

His tongue slides into my mouth.

"Someone could see us." I say as I lightly push him.

But secretly, I don't want him to let go of me.

"So?" He kisses me again.

So?

That time I push him off.

"Logan!" I say, shocked. "You don't care?"

"Honestly, no."

"What about the abuse?"

"I know." He takes his hands off my waist. "I just want to be next to you and hold you, Quinn."

"I want that too, Logan" I place my arms around his neck and give him a quick kiss.

"Want to go make out?" He asks with a goofy smile.

"Yes." I laugh.

He grabs my back pack off the floor and my hand.

And we run away.

To the Janitor's closet.

Lola POV:

Vince places a cherry in my mouth.

"Give me a harder one." I say.

My legs on his lap and my back against the couch.

"What caused the Civil War?" He asks.

"Slavery and Civil Rights."

"Here you go, beautiful."

He places another one in my mouth and closes the book.

"So we should talk about prom."

"Yes" I squeal.

"And I have to ask you."

"Mhm." I get an anxious stomach.

"What color flower should I get you?"

What?

I get off the couch and grab my bag.

"Where are you going?" He asks.

"Vince!"

"Lola!" He mocks me and get off the couch.

"You're supposed to ask me!"

"But we've been dating for 2 months." He grabs my waist.

"I know! But I want you to ask me."

"Ok, will you go with me?"

I roll my eyes and groan.

I walk out the door.

Zoey POV:

I sit on my bed, looking out the window.

I should be doing homework.

At least that's what I told James.

Everyone is in Logan's room for movie night.

Something's wrong.

Correction: everything is wrong.

I stare down at my phone, just waiting for it to ring.

It's wrong.

Why do I want Chase to call me?

Chase isn't James.

But James isn't Chase.

I get off the bed over to the bed.

I scroll through my contacts.

I press on his name.

It rings.

Once, Twice…

"Chase?"