this chapter was actually very boring to write because i know nothing about football teams and their systems. also, i'm trying to introduce a well known season 2 character... can ya guess who? because if you don't get the hint, you'll have to see who it is waaaay later.

anyways, this chapter is short as heck and i'll try to get the next chapter up as soon as i can. bear with me guys.

Disclaimer: I don't own IDDI or else every episode would be like a teenage drama movie.

"Hey, Garrett."

Garrett snapped out of his trance at the sound of a gruff voice calling his name. "Huh?"

"Come over here." It was his coach.

Garrett stumbled over to the coach, his face unconsciously flushing. This sounded like bad news. Lately, he'd been out of it, lagging behind all the others, and everytime he tripped up a kick he could see the coach glaring at him from the bleachers. He knew that he had it in for him since tryouts, and apparent his attempts to redeem himself weren't effective. At all.

He approached cautiously. "Yeah, coach?"

"Recently, your guard has been down," the coach said accusingly. "At least, more than usual. You've kicked the ball to the bleachers at least twice. When we're doing drills, you're always the last one to finish. Tell me, is this correct?"

"Yes coach," Garrett mumbled.

"Were you on varsity last year?"

"Yes, coach..."

The coach shook his head. "Since you've been on varsity, you should know that not many coaches tolerate slacking. I'm expecting improvement, or you're off the team."

Garrett blinked. This coach was way harsher than he expected. "Um -"

"No talking back," he barked, "or you're sure to get kicked off the team."

"Yes, coach," Garrett stammered, and backed away to join in with the drills. Across the field, Logan sent him a questioning glance, which he pretended not to notice.

Delia had been listening to a tech help person for about ten minutes, and the only thing she concluded was that tech help offices smelled weird.

She hadn't learned a single thing yet; all she had done was stare at the guy next to her ramble on and on about viruses and hackers in the system, and how she should probably get a new account for everything, only that would take a really long time, et cetera. She figured nothing was going to save her at this point, until the tech helper leaned over the computer and clicked on a few things.

"Um… what are you doing?" Delia asked.

"I think I may have found a lead," said the guy excitedly, typing rapidly. Html was pulled up on the screen.

"Goody," said Delia.

"No, seriously," he typed some more, "according to here, the hacker's initials are BS."

Delia laughed, "Good one."

The tech guy glanced at her irritably. "Can you be serious here? It says that he did it last week. There are some loose ends, so I'm guessing that the guy didn't finish his work, with is pretty sloppy, since if you knock up someone's grade book… well, it's pretty dumb. I'll just try to reset his data, but until a week later, your grades are still gonna be sucktastic."

"Try to reset his data?"

"His firewalls are hard to break through. Even though he didn't finish his work, the software he use is pretty tight."

Delia shook her head. "What can I do?"

"Well, I guess you can go report the behavior to the head of Info Tech. He can help you work it out further. If you ask me, this seems like a prank. Even though the firewalls are strong…"

Delia's head spun. A prank? A prank did not seem worthy enough for the past week of worrying. "Alright," she mumbled, cutting him off. "I'll contact you later."

Jasmine was starting to frustrate Logan. Now she wasn't avoiding him, but now she was really making him wonder what was going on.

He needed some advice on Alice. She'd been acting so distant, and all she could talk about was her ex, some dude who broke her heart, and he hardly had any fun with her - because of aforementioned reasons. Logan thought Jasmine would know some more about her so he could actually initiate a non-awkward conversation with her, but whenever he tried to casually bring up Alice with her, Jasmine would always tense up. Or she would just shrug.

Either way, it was curious behavior, and Logan was tired of waiting for Jasmine to become her normal self again.

So it was even more weird when his sister started acting jumpy too. Logan had asked her where she went during the party, and she sort of froze. She had started rambling about how she was just dancing, and how he must've not noticed her.

And, Lindy and Jasmine started sharing these looks whenever Logan tried to approach them both. It was so strange.

Logan tried to get more details out of them, but all he heard was "I'll tell you when I figure it out, Logan," from Jasmine, and "What do you mean I'm acting weird?" from Lindy.

Finally, one day Logan decided that he wasn't just going to stand there any longer. He marched up to Lindy in the forum, who was texting on her phone, and said, "Lindy, I know that you're keeping a secret from me."

Lindy looked up from her phone, alarmed. And (no surprise) she was texting Jasmine.

"Come on, Lindy," Logan said, gesturing to the phone, "you and Jasmine are hiding something from me."

"Whaaaat?" his sister sang nervously, playing with the phone in her hands.

Logan glared at her.

"Okay, fine," Lindy sighed, putting away her phone. She looked around quickly before saying, "I'll tell you what's going on with me."

"Oh, so there are two things?" Logan groaned.

"Jasmine will tell you what's up with her when she's ready," Lindy said. "It's not my place to reveal her big secret."

Jasmine was still going to act squirrelly around him, and he couldn't do anything about it. Logan felt like punching a wall.

"Okay, so what's wrong with you?" Logan asked her.

Lindy looked around the forum again before talking, her voice low. "I slept with someone."

"What?!" Logan shouted. "Who?"

"Keep it down, will you!" Lindy hissed, her cheeks bright red. "I don't know yet. I have an idea, but I've only told Jasmine. And you are not allowed to interrogate her."

Logan sighed. It was like the girls were always so secretive now.

"You're not allowed to tell anyone," Lindy continued, shouldering her backpack. "Not Garrett, not Jasmine, not Delia - nobody."

"Wasn't planning on it," Logan said, then hesitated. "Hey...when do you think Jas will tell me?"

Lindy gave him a secretive smile. "Well...when she's ready. She's even close to ready yet, though. Don't worry. She'll tell you."

And for the third time that afternoon, Logan was beginning to think that Jasmine would never tell him.