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“Weirdest. Day. Ever.”
"...Uh huh..”
Quinn hoped that if she slid far enough to the other end of the bench they can pretend this whole thing was a jacked up dream. However when she looks up briefly, Logan is still sitting on the opposite end of that bench, and none of her 177 IQ points know what to do. Or why, why, WHYYYY She kissed him at all!
A similar monologue filled Logan’s head, of course it was something more like ‘Oh my god... Oh my god... OH MY GOD! How did I..? Why did I..? Run.’
“I’ve gotta go.”
“I’m late for basketball."
Both statements were made simultaneously and in one swift movement the back of Logan’s Jet X was seen speeding through campus and a glimpse of Quinn’s uncomfortable mini skirt clad form was fleeing as fast as possible in the opposite direction.