Alright guys, I have decided to revise this story. I am a little bit older and I noticed a lot of mistakes in this. No major changes, I may have taken out a couple sentences, added some, and fixed a couple of grammatical errors. Hope you still like it :D

"Logan?" I questioned, entering the dark room.

Logan had texted me no less than fifteen minutes ago telling me to come down to our regular meeting spot.

Yes, we had our own meeting spot.

I inwardly squealed for a good few seconds, letting my inner girlie self come out of its shell for a few seconds.

"Are you inwardly squealing again?" a voice interrupting my self-squealing session said.

"Oh, shut up, Logan!" I said, shoving him.

Because really, that's the kind of couple we are. We could go from calling each other names to making out like a couple of gummy bears in love.

If what happened next was any proof.

Because the next thing I know is a pair of gorgeously soft lips was molded into mine as if they were made for each other.

God, I have to stop reading Zoey's romance novels.

I reluctantly pulled away for a second. "So, what was it that you called me down here for?" I said gesturing to the janitor's closet we were standing in.

I had taken it upon myself to come up with a cure to reverse the side effects of bleach fumes (Wilting to your death).

Poor flower.

"What, a guy can't ask his girlfriend to come into a janitor's closet for a snog?" he asked.

"Snog?" I was confused. What's snog?

I know what you're thinking. How can a complete genius not know what a word meant? Yeah, I've got a pretty large vocabulary, but it was geared more towards science and chemistry terms.

"It's British talk for making out. Chase taught it to me." he said.

"Oh well, want to snog some more?" I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively.

Logan moved forward and wrapped his muscular arms, which he like to show off by wearing an assortment of muscle shirts (to my utter delight), around me.

He leaned down and nuzzled my neck. "I guess that could be arranged." he murmured into my neck.

I stifled a moan as his oh-so-soft lips started trailing butterfly kisses down my jaw.

I let out a groan as my phone started ringing the moment Logan was about to lay his lips upon mine.

I hid a laugh as I saw the position he was in.

He was leaning forward, his eyes closed and his lips puckered.

He sighed as I threw him an apologetic glance and leaned back against the shelves of cleaning products. I flipped open my phone and said hello into the mouthpiece.

"Quinn, where are you?" a frantic voice, which I recognized to be Zoey's said.

"I'm…getting a blix." I made up quickly. When you date someone secretly, you get good at thinking fast. Logan threw me a thumbs-up at the lie.

"No you're not. I'm getting a blix and I can't see you!" she said, starting to sound suspicious.

It's times like these that I start to feel really guilty.

"I mean I got a blix, and now I'm in the bathroom." I said, staring to sweat a little.

"Oh, okay, just making sure you're not off snogging boys when you should be tutoring me." Zoey said, sighing in relief.

"Snogging?" I asked, letting out a nervous laugh.

"Oh yeah, picked it up from Chase. It's British for making out." she said sheepishly.

"Oh, so you still talk to him?" I said, referring to Chase.

"Um, well, you know. Sometime we chat a little." She stuttered. "Anyways, we're wasting time, come on! I'm in the lounge." Zoey said, changing the subject.

"Right I'll be there in five." I snapped the phone shut.

"I gotta go, I'm really sorry." I said, turning to Logan with a pout on my lips.

"Aww, why?" Logan whined. Typical Logan, but that's one of the things I love about him…even if it gets really annoying.

"I promised Zoey I would tutor her. How about tomorrow?" I reasoned.

"Tomorrow sounds wonderful, same place?" he asked.

"Same time." I replied.

"Great," he said and laid one more sweet kiss on my lips, while I absorbed the taste of coffee and mint and something else that makes Logan…Logan.

Logan opened the door and looked outside. "Coast is clear." he said and opened it for me.

"I will see you tomorrow." I smirked.

"Yes, you will." He said, smirking right back at me.

"Oh, wait." he pulled me close.

"I like you."

Those three little words still sent shivers up my spine.

"I like you more."

"Not possible."

I laughed and kissed him one more time. Neither of us noticed the flash of a camera.

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