Kendall's POV

There is nothing more awkward than doing an oral presentation on condoms. Excruciatingly worse, your three best friends are sitting in the front row giggling about how you stutter every time you say penis.

I had to admit it, I was a little guilty about feeling sorry for myself. The person I should've pitied was Logan. He was stuck with doing his health report on some real nasty STD with a wealth of sick side effects. Not a pretty picture. Seriously, I remember the first time he looked for pictures. He hyperventilated for about an hour, then vowed he would be a virgin for the rest of his life.

Although not the best experience for him, I'm guilty of looking back on that memory and smiling. I've always found Logan's innocence…well, hot.

Yeah. I was in love with Logan.

He was special. He had this indescribable charisma that I just couldn't let go. Notice my use of past tense…

But I'm getting ahead of myself. Back to my painful oral report on the joy and glory of condoms…

What may seem weird is that I'd give just about anything to go back to that day. It was the last day I'd felt true happiness. If only I could go back, and somehow prevent Logan from reading the letter that threw my life on a path of unstoppable heartbreak and tears.

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"And then the condoms goes over the, um, p-penis."

James stifled a laugh.

"Over the years, condoms have developed. A vast range of sizes, colors, and ever flavors are available today."

Carlos suddenly got this cruel smile that said "hey, let's torture Kendall even more!" I had a terrible feeling about what he was going to ask.

I shot him a death glare. He raised his hand anyway.

"Why would you need a flavored condom anyway?"

I had no choice but to explain a blowjob to my three giggly friends. Before I could answer Carlos' question, I was saved by the Palm Woods school's makeshift bell-a kitchen timer.

I breathed a sigh of relief and joined the guys as they headed towards the elevator. Logan had this look of sheer terror, for lack of a better word, in his eyes, probably from Carlos' question. He probably had a bad mental image.

Logan's eyes could tell me anything. They say a person's eyes are a window to their heart, and if that's true, Logan's heart was always wide open. Whenever he was lying about something or holding back on his feelings, I could tell. He might have been the genius, but I was the mind reader.

"Carlos, you really need to learn to be more mature!" Logan said, obviously trying to shake the image out his hand. "There are some people who do not want imagine blowjobs in their head."

"Then stop being such a perv!" James joked. Carlos and I laughed. Logan didn't. He just turned the other cheek and shut up until we got back to the apartment.

Gustavo had given us a few hours off, due to some emergency meeting with Griffin, and we were all looking forward to taking a break and just hanging out. Little did I know, my world was about to be turned upside down.