Ok, well if you recognize this story, you're not imagining things I DID post this story before on my other account but after the third or fourth chapter I deleted it because I hated how it turned out, but since now I have more time to work on this story I decided to give it another try. Enjoy(:

Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush.

It was no use; I knew I was dead the minute I heard him calling my name. I ran through the empty hallways, fearing my inevitable fate. I passed by rows and rows of indistinguishable gray lockers and I kept running, going in different directions, trying to get away from them…from him. My body was definitely feeling the workout, it was in no condition for this kind of exertion, after all, I never exercised and I was losing my breath very quickly but nonetheless, I kept my pace. I looked around, this didn't make sense, I was going in circles…I could hear their footsteps approaching but I didn't move, I knew it was futile. I turned around and just stood still, clutching my notebook tightly to my chest, hoping for the best as traitorous tears threatened to fall down my face. I shut my eyes tight; I could feel them getting closer.

So this is it…this is how it's going to end? I'm so pathetic.

I gasped at the feel of someone's hand on my neck, my notebook falling to the ground as I frantically put my hands to his to try and loosen his grip.

"Fucking fat ass" I heard him say through gritted teeth. My back was slammed into a locker, effectively knocking the already depleting air from my lungs. I slowly opened my eyes, tears now streaming freely.

"P-please don't hurt-" I was caught off by a hand punching the locker only inches away from my face.

"Shut the fuck up!" He yelled, then he slowly brought his hand to my face, I flinched at the touch. He wiped away one of my tears with his thumb, a smile creeping up to his face. It was a smile I would never forget; it shook me to my core. I t resembled the smile of a psycho clown, yep, a sadistic psychopath.

He laughed. "You know what you remind me of Loges" I didn't think he expected an answer because he continued, "You remind me of a lard" He laughed at his own comment. "A pudgy, gross lard" I started shaking, and it wasn't because of the situation but because I was holding back a break down, the way he deflated me and put me down so easily should be rewarded, that had to be a morbid talent.

"Are you scared Logie?" He asked in a sardonic voice, his other hand leaving my neck. I coughed and gasped trying to get as much air as possible. A few seconds passed and I could feel myself breathing normally again. He put a finger under my chin and tilted my head up. The same sweet, deranged smile plastered on his face.

"Are you Logie?" He asked again. I nodded sheepishly, my head hanging low in embarrassment and humiliation.

"Say it" He demanded. Why was he doing this to me? Wasn't beating me up enough for him? I felt so weak and ashamed.

"Say it!" He repeated, this time more forcefully. When I didn't reply he slammed his fist to the locker next to me once again.

I sobbed hysterically; fear wreaking havoc through my body. "I'm scared Kendall" I said shaking. I felt so pathetic and so small. I looked up at him and a perverted smirk was enclosed on his lips.

"Good" He whispered. At that moment, two other guys appeared behind him, smirks on their faces as well. I knew this wasn't going to end well. Why was this happening to me? Did I really deserve to be bashed and beaten because I…because I was fat?! This didn't make sense. But then again, it didn't have to, they were messed up, they didn't need a reason. My mind was racing a mile per minute, trying to find a way to escape my tragic fate when suddenly a fist connected to my face.

"Kendall please! Please don't..!"

I stood up from my bed at lightning speed, panting heavily, and sweat running profusely down my forehead. I took deep breaths, trying to calm down.
I sprinted to my mirror and looked at myself; I let out a deep sigh of relief. I lifted my shirt up to reveal my flat and toned stomach. I sighed and immediately felt stupid for thinking my body could change overnight. I shook my head and walked to the closet, deciding reluctantly on what to wear. 'I can't believe I'm going back to that hell hole' I muttered, rummaging through my clothes, in my opinion, this was the worst idea my mom had ever had…and she had a lot of bad ideas. I grunted, silently cursing when I heard the knock on my door.

"Sweetie, are you all right?" She asked as she poked her head into my room.

"I'm fine mom" I said, clearly annoyed. I turned my back to her and went back to searching through my clothes. This was it; I was going back to Minnesota High School, if you would've told me that a month ago I would've laughed in your face. This isn't the way I was supposed to spend my senior year. I wanted to go back to Texas so badly, but I knew I couldn't. My mom's company moved to Minnesota and even she was reluctant to go back, she contemplated getting a new job, not because she didn't like her current one but because she knew I loved Texas. That's why when she asked if I wanted to move, I couldn't say no. I knew it would be a terribly selfish thing to do.

And that's how I ended up in this hell forsaken place…again.

"I'm sorry" I heard my mom whisper. I sighed, guilt creeping its way to me. I looked at her and made my way over to where she was. I put my hands on her shoulders and squeezed them lightly in, what I hoped, was a comforting way.

"Mom...I'm not mad at you. I understand that you're doing what's best and I appreciate it."

A small smile grazed her lips and she put her hands above mine, patting them softly.

"I know sweetheart but I feel like a selfish parent for making you go back" She said looking at me with guilty eyes. "It's a big move and I get that you don't…"

I sighed once again, for the third time this morning. Wow I really need to stop that. I looked at the floor and tried to stomp on a little ant that kept running circles around my foot. Stealthy little sucker. I started to wonder how it would feel like to be an ant, they were so small…anything could squish them, how sad. I looked back up at my mother and realized she was still talking. Shit. Ok Logan, pay attention.

"...and I know it's hard but you'll be ok, right?" I nodded, not really sure about what she was talking about. She got a hopeful smile and hugged me tightly. 'I love you' she whispered. 'Me too mom' I smiled before letting her go.

"I'll wait for you in the kitchen" I nodded as I watched her leave my room.

A few minutes later, I was ready. I decided on a gray V-neck, black skinny jeans, a black leather jacket and my infamous vans. When I reached the kitchen I saw my mom examining me, pulling a face when she saw my shoes.

"Those shoes again sweetie?" She asked putting two pancakes on a plate before bringing them to the table. I shrugged and sat down; scarfing down the food eagerly. My mom didn't seem fazed so I kept eating in an almost animalistic way until I reached the bottom of my plate. I stood up, put the dishes in the sink and went to my mom who was now sitting and eating two pancakes of her own.

"I'll be back after school" I said looking at her. She smiled and nodded; I kissed her forehead and made my way out of the house grabbing my keys, cellphone and backpack on the way out. I slipped on my helmet and walked towards my motorcycle. I admired it, remembering the day I got it. My mom understood I didn't like cars so she got me a black Harley-Davidson for my sixteenth birthday, it was my little baby.

I glanced at my watch, shit 7:45, I quickly climbed on top of the bike, I was already late. I put the key in the ignition, loving the sound the engine made. Riding was always a thrill for me.

I arrived in front of Minnesota High School. Home of my greatest memories, I thought sarcastically. I looked at the building and couldn't help but think that it looked exactly the same as it did three years ago. I sighed, climbing out of my bike and taking off my helmet. I slung my backpack on my right shoulder and slowly made my way to the entrance. I looked through the halls, getting really confused when I saw no one there. I glanced at my watch again, 8:02, I was late, really late. I ran down the familiar path, through the rows of lockers looking at my schedule, 101 HR. I stopped abruptly when I reached the classroom.

I pulled myself together, adjusting my hair a bit and slowly opened the door, immediately all expectant eyes fell on me, not going to lie…it was a little intimidating. I looked at the teacher and smiled when I recognized her. She made her way up to me with a big smile "Logan Mitchell" she said examining me just like my mom had done before, stopping the same way when she saw my shoes.

"At least something didn't change" I chuckled at the comment and watched as Mrs. Anderson made her way to the front of her desk looking at me with a smile before turning to the class.

"Students, this is Logan Mitchell. He isn't new here, you might remem-" I coughed, she turned around and I gave her a pleading look. She seemed to get it and continued.
" I mean, he is new here and will be spending the rest of the year with us. I hope you treat him with respect" She said, emphasizing that last part a little bit too sternly to be deemed normal but I knew I couldn't judge her, after all, she knew what they…what he had done to me. I walked further into the classroom raising my gaze from the, all-too interesting, floor for the first time.

I heard various wolf whistles as some girls giggled and batted their eyelashes at me. I smiled and made my way to the back where I found an empty seat on the left corner. I sighed and sat down. Taking a look around the classroom, everyone looked pretty nice and that eased my mind a little bit.

For a moment I was content… maybe this year would be different.

Apparently I had hoped to soon, after all, things could never be that easy. My eyes fell on a tall and blonde figure. I could feel my breath coming out in little pants and it seemed like my limbs were a tug away from falling off my body. There he was: the star of my nightmares, my tormenter and the most disgusting creature God ever created.

Kendall Knight was leaning casually against a wall on the far right corner of the classroom, completely oblivious to the heart attack I was about to have as he talked with three other guys. He was wearing a white V-neck, black skinny jeans, black combat boots and a black, fingerless glove on his right hand, his blonde hair fell perfectly on his forehead and stopped just above his thick, dark eyebrows. Yep…disgusting. I watched him until I felt my hands getting clammy from the fear that quickly took over my body; I averted my gaze and looked at my empty notebook. Keep it together Logan, he doesn't know who you are…he won't hurt you. Oh how I loved to lie to myself.

I shifted on my seat, I could feel someone staring at me and it was making me uncomfortable. I knew I shouldn't have looked up but I was curious. My brown eyes met green and I quickly looked away and back to my desk. Why was he looking at me? Did he know? No, it wasn't possible. But those eyes…God, those eyes sent a chill down my spine. They still held that dark and devious tint yet they did not look disgusted, like they did three years ago, they looked…lust filled? Oh please, get a grip Logan. I felt like I was about to have an anxiety attack. Maybe he remembered me? But how could he? Was he going to beat me up? I can't go through this again! I sighed once more .No...He couldn't and doesn't remember you Logan. I kept reassuring myself until I heard the bell ring. I pulled out one of the papers the principle had given me and read the last few sentences until I found what I needed.

Locker: 310

I left the classroom, head hanging low, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. I wish I were an ant. I sighed and made my way to the halls trying to find my locker in the endless rows.

'222, 223, 224...' I muttered to myself getting slightly annoyed because at this pace I'd never make it back to class in time. A few seconds later I heard another bell, signaling that everyone already needed to be at their respective classes.

'251, 252...'

"Are you serious!" I said to no one in particular. When I finally arrived at my locker I quickly shoved everything I had inside and ran to my first class, English. When I arrived I straightened my shirt a little and walked into the classroom.

"And to what do I owe the pleasure?" An old woman with wrinkly eyes said, standing up from her desk.

"Umm I- this is my class" I said

"Really? I didn't get your name young man" She said scanning through some lists.

'I didn't give it to you' I muttered but then said "It's because I'm new. My name Is Logan Mitchell"

"Oh, here you are" She said pointing somewhere in her papers. "Well nice of you to join us"

I sighed "I'm sorry I'm late its just-" I was caught off by her raspy voice.

"Mr. Mitchell we have rules in this school. There is no excuse for tardiness. I'm really sorry but I have no other choice but to give you detention" She said writing on a small piece of paper and then handing it to me. I mentally cursed myself as I took the little paper; mom was going to have a fit. This day just couldn't get better could it? I made my way to the back of the classroom and sat down behind a blonde girl writing away in her notebook.

She abruptly turned around when I sat on my chair, making me jump. She had a weird big smile on her face which was slowly starting to creep me out. I shifted in my seat before deciding to talk.

"Umm...are you ok?" I asked. She just kept staring at me, giggling when I spoke.

"I'm Jo, Jo Taylor" she said and stretched her hand to mine and grabbed it, shaking it forcefully.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Logan Mitchell" I smiled.

"So how has your first day at MHS gone so far?" She asked, leaning her elbows invasively on my desk.

"...I can't complain"

"Well Logan, if you want you can come sit with me and my friends at lunch, I know they'll just love to meet you!" I nodded and she turned around as the teacher started her lecture. That girl was sure perky…

I grabbed my backpack and slung it over my shoulder when the bell rang.
"So I'll see you at lunch?" She said sweetly

"I guess you will" I smiled at the excited blonde.

She squealed. "Ok"

The day had gone by relatively fast. I had lunch with Jo and her friends and found all of them really nice and silly. I couldn't help but think that maybe this year was going to be different. That brought a goofy grin to my face as I made my way to detention…ironic, I know. I opened the door, putting the slip of paper on the desk as I sat down on the front seat. I stared at the blackboard, taking a full thirty seconds trying to decipher the messy handwriting 'Be back in 10 minutes' –Mr. Martin. I rested my head on the wooden desk and let my eyes flutter shut. I heard the door open and close but I didn't bother to look up. It was probably the teacher anyways.

Two minutes or so passed when I felt something hit my neck and fall on top of the desk. I put my hand on the back of my neck, rubbing the place where the object had landed. I sat up straight and noticed that it had been a scrunched up piece of paper.

I slowly opened it and read through the messy hand writing, almost dropping it to the floor.

"Hi, I'm Kendall Knight"

I really hope you liked it xD Reviews are like, like… like CocaCola! I'm obsessed with it, I think I'm addicted O.o

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Have a good one,

Damian G.