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Before I say anything, anything at all, I have to say this. My name is Tyler Rosalina Garcia, I have a 4.5 GPA, my favorite color is brown and I am not a hateful person. I always try to look for the best in people when I first meet them. Despite all of the crap that's happened to me in my life, I always try to give people a chance. There was only one time in my life I didn't operate that way. That one time was Kendall Knight-Mitchell, he was the one exception to my ususal judgment making.

Words cannot begin to describe how much I hated that guy. With all of me, I sincerely hated him. Sure, he's my best friend's brother, but really I didn't even understand how the two could be siblings. Logan is so sweet, so gentlemanly and caring. He respects me and protects me and understands me. Even after I only knew him for two days, I knew he'd do anything for me. He made me feel safe.

But Kendall... just being in the same room as that boy gave me the heebie-jeebies. He was the exact opposite of Logan in every way. He was rude, disrespectful, proud, arrogant and a man-whore. He'd screwed almost every girl in our school. Anytime I met a girl he hadn't screwed, she would just end up being the main subject in the recent additions to Kendall's "been there, done that" list the next week. I was one of the very few along with my best friend Demi who he hadn't managed to charm into giving it up.

Logan, Demi and my other friends told me that he wasn't always like that, but I had a hard time believing it. No one just becomes something like that over night. But so goes the story of a sophomore Kendall who after hanging out with a senior named Jay Hannegin -known for being the school playboy- and his little clique for one night, turned into a man whore. Logan told me that he said the experience "opened his eyes to the advantages of daily sex with random chicks". I can't possibly find any advantage in that, but maybe it's because I'm a sane human being. Well, mostly sane... but that's beside the point.

I had moved to Happy Valley Oregon in the middle of my junior year. It was just after second semester had finished up in January so the weather was still cold. It wasn't something I was really used to because I had lived in southern California all my life, but my aunt Cassie and Uncle Justin had made sure to get me comfortable. They had enrolled me in the high school closest to our home, which was Clackamas High. I was indifferent to where they put me regardless though; the only thing that worried me was if people knew who I was. Which gladly no one but my counselor did, and she wasn't one to gossip.

When I got to Clackamas I had made sure before I actually came to school to audition for the Varsity choir. Being a part of a choir was a major part of my life, I couldn't go to a new school without it. The choir director, Mrs. Danice, was really nice to me and accepted me in. I wanted to apply for the small chamber choir called the Cavaliers also, but she said that she wanted me to audition later on for next year so I wouldn't overwhelm myself. I didn't argue with her because I could feel she was genuinely thinking of me.

Then the next week, when the second semester started, I started school. Our schedule worked on a Day One/Day Two type of format, so we only had four periods in a day. On day one I had AP Chemistry, Pre calculus, art, lunch which didn't count as a period and advanced Spanish. Then on day two I had AP US History, English 11, lunch, A-Choir then a free period. Pretty average schedule for my junior year.

I first met Logan in my AP Chemistry class. They were starting a lab and I didn't have a partner so he asked me if I would be his lab partner. I was highly cautious around him at first, as I am with most humans of the male variety, but as we talked I realized that he wasn't anything for me to be totally afraid of. And on top of that he was a freaking genius. Literally, he understood everything. He could've been teaching the class. We realized as the day went on that our schedule was exactly the same, except for art class.

I got to the art room to see that I was the only one there. The teacher wasn't even in the room. I decided to take the time to find somewhere good to sit. I sat at a table close to the front of the room and put my feet up on the table. I closed my eyes and shoved my hands in the pockets of my jacket and shivered because apparently the school didn't believe in having a heating system. After a few minutes I'd heard someone come inside the room, but I paid no attention. Bad idea.

"Hm... new girl..." the person, who I had then realized was a guy, said just loud enough so that I could hear him. As soon as I heard his voice my eyes flew open and I put my feet back down on the ground. I made eye contact with him and found that my fear had begun to diminish. He looked... inviting. He had a gorgeous face, tall fit frame, soft looking dirty blonde hair and gray-green eyes. But the more I looked into those eyes, the less trusting I became. I noticed they were cocky and lustful.

"Yes..." I responded. "And who are you?"

He smirked at me, another warning sign, and strode over to me. Notice the word choice there, he strode, not walked. He fucking strode... warning sign number three. I sat up straighter in my chair and he stood over me.

"How about you join me in the supply closet and I'll tell you?" he said smoothly, bending down to talk in my ear. "I'm sure my name'll sound beautiful in your mouth..."

I felt a disturbing chill go down my spine and suddenly it hurt to breathe, but I quickly collected myself and I shoved him away from me and stood up.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" I shouted, balling up my fists. I know how to fend for myself, I'm not afraid to hit a man. I didn't care if it was only my first day, how dare he come up to me like I was just some tramp? He look surprised for a second before he smiled at me.

"Relax sweet thing," he coaxed me. "I understand. We don't have to move so fast. You can come to me when you're ready."

"Yeah, whatever dick-licker. Piss off," I said, absolutely done with him. I already knew he was going to have to be at the top of my list of people to look out for. I moved to a seat more towards the back of the room and he sat down at the other end of me. He didn't talk to me for the rest of the class, but he did stare at me the way a shark would a baby seal. So as soon as the bell rang, I bolted out of the room with my things and headed towards the cafeteria, which was the huge central common space of the school. I had brought my own lunch so I avoided the long lunch line and searched for somewhere to sit.

My eyes found Logan and he saw me and waved me over to where he was sitting. I sat down next to him, a girl with reddish brown hair was sitting on the other side of him. He introduced us.

"Demi, this is Tyler. She moved here over winter break from California," He said. I smiled at her and she nodded back at me. He introduced me to the other people sitting at the table, Carlos, James, Alexis, JT, Jordyn, Destiny and Keenan. They all said hi and I said hi back.

"So, you're in A-choir right?" James asked, surprising me from his apparent knowledge of me when I had only just met him. Everyone laughed at my facial expression and he was quick to explain. "Don't worry, I'm not a stalker. Mrs. Danice said that we were getting a new member to A-choir and I just assumed it was you," he explained. I felt a little relieved once he did.

"Oh, yeah. I am..."

"Well then welcome to the family," Demi spoke up. I blushed.

"Thanks. I've been singing for as long as I can remember, I was in varsity choir back home. Chamber choir too. I couldn't come here and not sing," I said with a shrug.

"So that means you're trying out for Cavs next year right?" JT asked.

"Yeah, that's the plan," I smiled. I felt comfortable around this group already, which was a feat for me. We laughed and ate our lunch in good spirits... that is until a certain someone came to sit down. When I saw him, I almost fell out of my seat.

"Hey guys... and new girl," he smirked at me. I rolled my eyes in disgust.

"So what're you, stalking me now you fuckin' cock sucker?" I spat at him. The pig -who I learned from last period's role was named Kendall- just chuckled at me and a weird mood settled over the table.

"So I see you two have met." Logan groaned. I turned to him with my eyebrows raised.

"You're friends with this slime?" I said, questioning his morals. He sighed and shook his head.

"No, worse. He's my brother." He explained. I then took that as my cue to leave. I silently packed up my stuff with everybody's eyes on me and I got up and started to walk away.

"Wait, where are you going?" Logan called after me.

"Yeah, sweet cheeks, where ya goin'?" Kendall added.

"Somewhere that's far away from your disgusting face!" I yelled in response. Then I flipped him the bird and kept walking. I got just outside of the common area and to the vending machines before I heard Logan's voice again.

"Tyler hold on a second," he said from beside me. I stopped walking and turned to face him.

" I'm not going back there and I don't care what you say to try to convince me otherwise. I refuse to be around someone like him. I don't like being objectified and I don't hang out with people who tolerate conceited cunt-fucks like him. I mean, you're his fucking brother…there's no avoiding him. It just isn't going to work for me,"

Logan sighed and shook his head. "I never said I tolerated how he acts, because I don't. He's disgusting... and yeah he's my brother, but that has nothing to do with you and me. We can be friends Tyler, I'm not Kendall. I'm me," he said to me, his eyes soft. I sucked my teeth and a thought crossed my mind.

"He's in A-choir isn't he?"

Logan's expression changed. "Be honest with me," I added. He nodded slowly and I felt anger begin to well up in me. I felt like punching something, so I punched Logan in the gut.

"Ow! What was that for?" he pouted, rubbing his stomach.

"For having a sadistic bastard for a brother," I said. "and because I had no one else to hit."

He laughed at me and we ended up walking to the library together, talking until the bell rang.

The next day Logan, Carlos, Demi, James and I met up at a local Café before school and ate breakfast together. I saw Kendall when I got to school, and I know he saw me, but his lips were sucking on the face of some ditz who was trying too hard to act like she wasn't into him. He winked at me and I looked away and kept walking.

I walked to my first period with Logan and Demi and it went by slowly. Then I had the next class with Logan, Demi, James and Carlos. It went by a little faster than the last. We had lunch together but when Kendall came over, Logan and I went to the library.

Oddly I was comfortable around Logan. It's something I can't really explain. The only other man who'd ever made me feel truly safe was my dad, so the fact that I could sit so close to Logan and be at ease said a lot. We sat close together in a corner and just talked. We almost missed the bell for third period.

We walked to choir together, our conversation veering to music and our favorite types. I was surprised at a few of the things he'd told me. Like the fact that he listened to 90's R&B.

"You like Jodeci? What in the world do you know about Jodeci?" I asked, laughing at the completely serious look on his face.

"What do I know about Jodeci?" he said, looking appalled. "I'll show you what I know about Jodeci" He paused in front of me, and then put his hand over his heart. "Forever my Lady, It's like a dream! I'm holding you close, you're keeping me warm. If this is ecstasy... forever my lady, I say just what I mean! Forever and ever, I pray is what I see!" he sang, almost perfectly. I was shocked because not many people can bust out a classic like that.

"Well damn, I guess you do know then," I chuckled. He smiled at me and we walked into the choir room, which was already filled with people. Some were sitting in chairs and some standing around just talking. The room was huge and the chairs were set up on rising platforms. I followed Logan towards the top and we sat down together. James, Demi and Carlos joined us and Mrs. Danice called everyone to attention. The rest of the choir sat down in the chairs and once we'd gotten mostly quiet, the door opened and disrupted it.

Kendall walked in with his confidence on 10 and I got a nauseous feeling as a feminine hum emanated from the room. He walked up and sat down on the other side of Logan, winking at me as he passed. But I acted like he wasn't there.

"Glad to see you could join us Kendall, are you feeling better?" Mrs. Danice asked him as she silently took role. I assumed he had faked sick the last few days before break and rolled my eyes.

"Oh you know me Mrs. D, I can't stay down for too long," he responded smugly. It took me a second, but I caught on to his dirty humor and shook my head. I noticed a few people smirk, but other than that I don't think anyone really noticed. It had only been three minutes and he was already getting on my nerves.

As class went on I decided to just listen for a while. I already knew Logan had an amazing voice, but I wanted to hear everyone else's voices. Demi's voice was phenomenal and she was definitely an alto like me. Carlos impressed me as did James, but I really wanted to hear Kendall. I started to figure he just half-assed through this class because I couldn't hear him at all, or maybe he was just superb at blending. But I didn't want to assume anything positive about him at the time. He was still a womanizing cock-sucker and thinking positive things about him would make me want to sympathize with him.

We didn't do a whole lot of singing and Mrs. Danice introduced me to the choir. She told them where I was from and I very vaguely told them why I moved here. It was apparently appalling to them that anyone would want to move to Oregon at all, especially from a place like Beverly Hills. Which I think is funny because I usually hear that Oregonians think their state is the shit above all others, but maybe that was just Portlanders…

Mrs. Danice gave us our spring music and we talked as a class about winter break. It was a pretty lax class. Once the bell rang, me and Logan walked together to health. The school had two campuses so we had to walk to the other campus to get there.

"What is it like in Beverly Hills?" Logan asked me once we got outside. I shrugged and put my hands in my pockets.

"Stuffy, inconsiderate, conceited..." I said simply. He chuckled.

"So I guess "The Hills" isn't too far off?"

"Nope, it's right on point. The people are self-absorbed and superficial and if you're not careful you end being just like every-single-one of them," I said bitterly. It wasn't that I hated Beverly Hills itself; I just hated the people in it. So completely caught up in their selves it made me sick. I was glad I moved away. Sure I missed my parents and the nice weather and the shopping, but that's about it with my affections.

"So that's why you moved?"

"Partially…" I mumbled, not really feeling like continuing the conversation. He seemed notice my closed off-ness and changed the subject.

"So have you gotten settled in yet?" he asked, a little more cautious sounding this time.

"Yeah, my aunt Cassie and Uncle Justin have been awesome to me as always. I just finished unpacking my clothes and stuff. All I have to do now is unpack my guitar and my drums and all the rest of my instruments,"

"You play the drums?" he asked, sounding genuinely surprised to hear this. I laughed and nodded.

"Yes, along with the guitar, the bass guitar, the piano, violin, cello, flute, saxophone and I'm pretty badass with a soundboard," I said, his eyes widening. I smiled and looked down at the ground as we walked through the doors to the east campus. "They all keep my mind foucused. I have to play to stay sane," I explained. He seemed to understand, although I knew he really couldn't and we finally got to class.

The rest of that year went by in a blink and by a feat that I can only explain as God at work, Logan and I became inseparable. I'd never really made tons of friends back home, and none of them were ever guys because as I've said before, I have issues with humans who have penises.

Kendall was forever trying to get into my pants despite the fact that I'd made it clear I was never ever going to even be slightly into him. I'd gotten good at fronting and hiding the fact that every time he talked to me I wanted to break down in tears and run away... Towards the end of the year, when the weather was getting warmer and the clouds were finally burning off, he got a little more friendly with me. It was probably because of the sudden heat and the fact that he'd never seen me in anything but a sweater and jeans and I was now wearing more dresses and skirts. He was a dog so yeah, I'm assuming that my change of wardrobe was it.

"Hey babe," he said to me one day while we were waiting for the bell to ring so we could go to lunch. I was standing by the art room door and he was standing across from me. There was a group by the door because we'd finished class early. I ignored him and shifted my weight from one foot to the other.

"So I see we're taking the silent route today," his voice found my ears again. I backed away from the sound and didn't give him an answer. "that's alright with me, cuz you know I don't need to hear your voice to admire those pretty legs I see have come out to play," he purred, coming closer this time. I looked down at my shorts and then up at him, my face set emotionlessly.

"Don't you ever get tired of this bullshit?" I said. "You always say the same dumb shit and it gets old. You sound like a fucking broken record,"

I could see his smugness begin to flee from my hit at his game, but he caught it and hid it with a smirk.

"You know it wouldn't get so old if you'd just stop fighting it," he answered. The bell rang and I walked out the door. "Oh, so now we're quiet again?" he shot at me. I rolled my eyes.

"You know, you're not as irresistible as you think you are," I blurted out. I stopped walking and he stopped behind me. I turned to face him and he looked curious. "If you really wanted my attention you'd act like a real man, with manners and respect. You are a dog, and I don't fuck with dogs. So just walk away,"

"Aww, that hurts my feelings baby-doll. Besides, it looks like I've already got your attention,"

I shook my head and took a deep breath. "Yeah, negatively… You know what Kendall, you're sad case, I feel bad for you. You're going to spend the rest of your life alone if you keep acting like this. I'm sure you used to be a nice guy, somebody I'd want to get to know maybe, but this you… I'd rather hang myself than fuck you," then I turned away from him and started to walk, but I stopped dead from what I felt next.

He slapped my ass and squeezed it. Then I felt his breath in my ear and his voice said, "Damn that attidtude's sexy,"

This time there was no hesitation in me and I immediately turned around and backhanded that muther-fucker. The sound echoed through the hallway and a teacher nearby called out to us. Then a security guard started towards us.

"Don't you ever put your filthy hands on me again you rat faced fuck! I'm tired of you doing thsi to me!" I screamed at him. He looked shocked for a moment that I'd hit him, but then that sickening smirk twisted his lips.

"Hey-hey, Kendall I saw that," the teacher said, the security guard coming up to us.

"I saw it too," the guard said. Kendall scoffed.

"Yeah, she slapped me for no reason,"

"It wasn't for no reason, you slapped my ass you dirty animal!" I shouted. The teacher told me to calm down.

"It's okay, I saw what he did," he said. "Kendall ,what you just did is sexual harassment, you know that right?"

"But that doesn't mean she can slap me, she can't do that," Kendall said coolly. I wanted to rip his face off.

"Yes, but you can't touch her like that either," the guard said with authority. "When we report this, odds are you're the one getting in trouble here, especially if this isn't the only time you've done this,"

Kendall shrugged and the guard took us to the counseling office. They gave him a week's suspension and I got two lunch detentions for hitting him. When I told Logan what happened, I could swear steam was shooting out of his ears. I'd never seen him so angry before.

"I'm gonna kill 'em," he said over and over again. I didn't see him as being the fighting type, but when he came to school the next day he had a black eye and the skin on his knuckles were raw.

"I told him if he ever put his hands on you I'd kick his ass," he said when I asked about it. "He put his hands on you, I kicked his ass."

When Kendall came back we only had a week left in school. Not much had changed, but I did notice he was different around me. He would look at me in that pervese way of his, but he didn't speak to me at all. He wasn't any different around other girls, but he made sure when I was around to act like he was being somewhat respectable. And even after a week, his bruises from he and Logan's fight hadn't healed completely.

I'm not going to lie, I didn't think he'd ever change so quickly, but I wasn't complaining in the least bit. Kendall was finally off my ass, and I loved it.

a/n: so this is my first time writing about BTR, I felt it was about time since i fucking love those guys (especially Kendall if you couldn't tell haha!) so yeah, here goes nothing lol XD