I haven't written BTR fic in forever and I deleted all the ones I did write because I hated them all. Anyway, I've just recently gotten back into it and decided to pump this out. I literally wrote this like 20 minutes with minimal editing. So I hope you like it.
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Logan Mitchell is a 23 year-old smart guy. At least he thought he was, until he found himself bragging to the wrong person about how smart he is. And now he's being chased through the woods near his college campus by a group of 3 guys – the minions of the man he was bragging to earlier. It's a funny sight to see for anyone who isn't in Logan's position. Seeing him trip over logs and flail to the ground never gets old.
But things are taking a brighter turn for him when he finally escapes the woods and spots a pay phone by the gas station about half a mile away.
He reaches it and searches his pockets for any loose change. He finds some and puts it in the machine. As he's waiting for things to process, he looks around to see if they've followed him out yet. They haven't and Logan couldn't be happier.
The machine is done processing and he quickly types in his home number. His mother picks up the phone after three rings, "Hello?"
"Mom, I'm being chased by a group of idiots and I don't know what to do." He says quickly, still looking around.
"Okay, well you might want to get off the phone and run while you still can. Do you know where you are? Can you get to safety?" She asks, finally jumping into mom mode.
Logan clutches the phone tighter. "I'm far from the school actually, I just called to tell you that I'll definitely be late, but me telling you about my current situation kind of just came out. Oh, and that I dropped my phone somewhere in the forest."
Just then the door slides open and Logan is turned around and hemmed up in the corner of the telephone booth. "Found you." Says James Diamond, the conceited right hand man of their 'gang' leader, Kendall Knight. "You probably should've found a better hiding place." He grins.
Logan's scared out of his mind right now, "I gotta go mom."
"What? Logan, what's going on?" He hears her call over the phone.
"It's okay." He says, looking at James, who's looking closely at him.
"Tell her you're okay and hang up." He whispers to Logan.
The scared one nods quickly and swallows thickly, "I'm fine. I'm about to run for my life like you said. Be home soon. Bye." He hangs up the phone before she can say anything else.
James smiles, "Good boy. What am I going to do with you now?"
"Here's a thought, you can threaten me and let me go home." Logan says.
James laughs, "That is a thought, college boy, but I don't know if I want to." He pauses for a second, and then takes out his phone and dials Kendall. "Hey, buddy." He says, much to Logan's dismay. "I haven't seen the punk, maybe Carolos or Jett will have better luck."
Logan has never been more confused in his life. What a smart guy he is.
"Alright, man." James says to Kendall. "Okay. Later." He hangs up and looks to Logan, "You look adorable when you're scared." He says as he puts his phone away. Suddenly he has a light bulb moment. "Oh yeah, here you go." He says, holding out Logan's phone.
"My phone." He takes it back, sporting a light blush on his face. "Thanks, man."
James grins and takes a step back so Logan can straighten himself up. "You're welcome. Now let's go before Carlos or Jett come around here looking for you."
Logan nods and the two guys start walking.
After ten minutes of silence with Logan thinking about all of the terrible things that could happen to him, he just can't take the quiet anymore, "Where are you taking me?" He asks timidly.
James slugs an arm over Logan's shoulder, as if they were old friend or something, "We're going to your house." He says with a 'duh' tone in his voice.
And now Logan is even more frightened. "How do you know where I live and why are you suddenly helping me?" He licks his dry lips, "I mean shouldn't you have reported me to your leader so you can take me back to your lair and you can all beat me up for being a smartass?"
James tightens his hold on Logan, "Is that what you want? Cause I don't want that to happen to you."
"No, I don't." Logan says, and then his big mouth strikes again, "But why don't you want that?"
The pretty man can't help but laugh, "For a smart guy, you have no control over that cute mouth of yours."
Logan blushes again and tries to pull away a little bit.
He keeps Logan in place, "Don't worry, I'm not into you, dude. I'm just comfortable enough with who I am and I want that for you." James takes a deep breath. "I've been watching you all our lives and you are always so wound up and alone. So I'm making you my own personal mission." He suddenly stops walking.
Logan looks up at him, "Huh?" He gulps, "What does that mean?"
James takes his arm back and he looks Logan in the eyes, "It means you are going to be my protégé. I, Mr. James Diamond, am going to teach you how to love yourself."
And Logan is blushing again. "And if I don't want that?" He questions.
James leans in close, "Then I can take you to Kendall and we can all beat you up in our lair."
"You know being under your tutelage might not be so bad." He says nervously.
James unleashes a 1000-watt smile, "Good. Now go inside." He nods to the house behind Logan, "Your mom is probably worried sick." He says.
Logan didn't even realize they made it to his house so quick. He kind of lingers in shock.
"Do you want me to walk you up and give you a kiss good night?"
That snaps Logan out of his head, "Very funny." He says. "Bye. And thanks again." He walks up the steps and makes it to the door before he hears his name.
"I'll make sure to get your name cleared with Kendall. Maybe next time you won't insult him. At least not to his face." James waves and walks away.
Logan isn't sure about what just happened, but he walks into his house with a smile, "Thank you, God," He whispers. "Mom, I'm home!" He calls out.
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