A/N: I do not own Big Time Rush.
Hey there!
Here's another story, a story that came to me in my dreams (well, part of it). I know corny right? But yeah, it's true. I got the idea from a dream. It was nice. I guess. But yeah. Here goes!
Characters: Kendall Knight, and my alter-ego, Maria Lopez.
Hobey-ho, let's go.
Rated T for language; rating will change later!
"[Review] it even if you hate it." – Michael Buckley.
I looked around as my teacher took roll. It was 7th period (thank the lord in heaven, the last one) of the first day of school. The students were flaunting their tans and sun-swept hair from the summer before; evidence of the LA beaches and all of their glory. I was dressed in shorts and a worn Phoenix t-shirt with a tan and tired eyes. My black hair was pulled up into a messy bun and I listened half-heartedly to my teacher.
It was Spanish class, an AP level one at that, and I would normally have been jumping out of my seat in excitement for the foreign language, but I was exhausted already. Having a late-night beach trip the night before as a last-ditch attempt to make the summer last forever was probably a bad idea; my friends and I did not learn a way to stop time, but instead time hit us like a brick wall when the clock on the dashboard shined 3:30 as we drove home.
"Lopez? Maria Lopez?" my Spanish teacher called out.
"Hola Senora. Presente." I replied.
My teacher, Mrs. Morales smiled at me, I'd had her for two years already, and I was great in Spanish. Being fluent in Tagalog and it helped a lot. Just then, a boy, with blonde hair and green eyes burst through the door, immediately apologizing.
"I'm sorry. Lo siento. Lo siento. I'm sorry!" he pleaded.
The teacher just nodded and replied, "I know it's the first day and all, but I know for a fact that you know where my class is, Senor Knight. Don't let this happen again. You're a senior, you should know better."
He nodded and made his way to a seat near the back of the classroom, and sitting down next to me with a "humph" as the teacher continued. He looked at me, "Hi. I'm Kendall."
I replied, without looking at him, and focusing on the verbs the teacher put on the board, "I know. I'm Maria."
Kendall looked puzzled, "You do?"
"I've been in every class of yours since pre-k," I said as I finally looked at him.
Kendall took in the light brown eyes that were rimmed with purple eyeliner and the black hair with the light pink streak in the back of her head that led to the high bun, and then saw the faint scar that traveled from her right ear to a point in the middle of her neck. The scar brought back memories of a girl, back in 8th grade who came to school with a large gash on her face, blood staining my t-shirt, and her brown eyes filled with tears. They spilled over without stopping, black eye make-up running down her cheeks, and her hair was pulled back into a pony tail. I ran straight to the nurse's office.
The next day, there were rumors floating around that I had done it to myself, for attention; other people say I was jumped by some girls. No one knew what really happened. I didn't tell anyone, and I didn't want to. I was perfectly content with living in secrecy and non-acknowledgement.
"Oh. Hey," he said after a moment, "How've you been?"
I looked at him, "I've been okay. Sad that summer is over, I guess. But yeah. You?"
"Yeah. Same." He replied, turning toward the front of the class as the teacher continued with her lecture.
I was about to question what suddenly brought this on, but decided it was just courtesy.
The bell rang suddenly and I stared at the practice tests around me. I was done with mine at least twenty minutes ago. I started packing and noticed Kendall was really struggling; only a third of his questions answered, and I wasn't sure if any of them were even correct. He stood up, a sad look on his face as he handed the test to our teacher.
I grabbed my bag and headed for the door, but was stopped by the teacher.
"Maria, puedes ayudar al nino a veces? Él necesita mucha ayuda." (Can you help the boy sometimes? He needs a lot of help) I glanced at Kendall who was now gathering his things.
I nodded, "Por supuesto. Hasta manana, Senora." I walked out into the daylight… and right into a boy, a tall boy accompanied by two other ones. I blinked rapidly and tried to keep my balance and completely failed, heading closer and closer to the ground, until a set of arms caught me before I received a head injury.
I looked up into a pair of green eyes that were slightly covered in blonde hair, pierced with worry for a moment-
"-Oh my god. I'm so sorry. Shit. My bad, dude. I didn't see you there. Are you okay?" I stood up straight then saw the guy I collided into and his friends.
James Diamond, the tall brunette with "the face" that almost every girl in the school fawned over and the person who almost sent me into the ground; Carlos Garcia, short who was goofy and kept his raven hair under a helmet; and then someone who I was actually friends with, Logan Mitchell, one of the smartest people in school, but the only one with killer arms. These three and Kendall were on the school's varsity hockey team.
Logan added, "You okay? I apologize for James' lack of awareness about his surroundings."
I laughed, "Yeah. I'm good. Lucky Kendall was there to catch me before I received a concussion."
"No big deal," Kendall shrugged.
Logan asked, "So, how was your summer, Ari?" He was the only one who called me that, and I loved it. I didn't have too many friends, let alone ones that gave me nicknames.
"Too short. How was yours?"
"Good," he smiled, "okay, well, the guys and I have to go to practice, but we'll catch up later, yes?" I nodded, and noticed Kendall staring at me, a million thoughts flooding in front of his eyes and through his head no doubt. I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion before turning around and waving goodbye to the four boys.
I met up with my two best friends (my only ones, really) where we'd been meeting since freshman year, a place near the main corridor, away from all of the loud, obnoxious students we wouldn't mind putting in a tarpaulin bag with the smell of my friend's dog's feces wafting through the air. It seemed that every day, we were adding more and more people to our metaphorical tarpaulin bag.
My friend Iña asked, "How was your first day?" fake interest dripping in her voice.
"Boring as hell. Ha. But my classes are alright. And I ran into Kendall Knight's hockey posse. Literally," I said, "I collided into James Diamond when I walked out of Spanish, but Kendall caught me."
Iña exchanged looks with my other best friend, Nicole, and they both went, "Kendaaaaaaaaaaaaallllllllll?"
I rolled my eyes and answered, "He's in my Spanish class, and he was walking behind me. Cheeze. No big deal."
"But don't you like him or something?" Nicole asked.
I spun around after waving to some girl I vaguely remembered from freshman year, "What? What are you talking about? I think he's cute, but I don't like him… I don't even know him."
They laughed, "But you want to know him."
I stared at them in disbelief, "What are you two talking about?" They laughed hysterically as we headed towards Iña's car in the parking lot.
As I rode shot gun in Iña's Nissan Altima, I thought about what Nicole and Iña said earlier about
Kendall. I did want to get to know him, but what of it? It didn't mean anything… Did it?
Yeah. He's cute, but we're from different worlds.
He was a hockey head, and I was a theatre geek. He spent his time partying with the popular kids and practicing hockey, and I spent my time at rehearsal, or avoiding my father. He had a social life full of girls and parties, and all I wanted was sleep. Once rehearsals started, I would have 14+ hour days spent at school making sure the play was amazing. Our worlds never touched, let alone merged.
I snapped back to reality when Iñ a stopped in front of my house, and I threw a thank you to her before I entered my house, and ran up the stairs to my room. I immediately grabbed my laptop and turned it on. I checked Facebook. One friend request. Kendall Knight. Hmm. Alright. Accept.
5 minutes into my Cooking Mama game, (I know, I'm addicted.) an IM window popped up from none other than Kendall Knight.
Kendall: Hey.
Me: Hello. What's up?
Kendall: Nothing much. You?
Me: Same. Just lying around. Listening to music.
Kendall: Cool.
Me: Yup.
Kendall: What song?
Me: Armistice by Phoenix.
Kendall: I've never heard of them.
Me: They're really good. You should look them up.
Kendall: Okay. Cool. So what'd you do over the summer?
Me: I went to New York for a couple of weeks. Then England for about a month. Then hung out with my friends here after. What about you?
Kendall: … Well. Mine wasn't as exciting as yours, that's for sure. Just hockey camp back in Minnesota. Why'd you go to those places?
Me: I missed New York, I hadn't been there since 7th grade. And I went to England to visit my aunt. How was hockey camp?
Kendall: Wow. You rich or something? And it was good. I mostly spent my time helping the younger kids.
Me: Ha. No. I went by myself, and paid for both of those trips. And what? You're so good, you don't have to actually "attend" hockey camp? Haha.
Kendall: Well, since the guys and I are seniors, and had been going there since 6th grade, we basically have our positions handed to us, and it's not like we have much competition. We live in L.A.
Me: Oh really?
Kendall: Oh no. Now I sound like a douche.
Me: Haha. No. You're just confident… Well. I have to go do some homework. But I'll talk to you later.
Kendall: Homework? It's the first day of school!
Me: AP English, man. I basically signed up for only 12 hours of sleep every week. Hahahah… Oh god. I'm going to die…
Kendall: Ooh, man, sorry. Alright. I'll talk to you later. Good luck, Maria.
I closed my laptop and smiled to myself. I couldn't help thinking about his bright green eyes and the swoopy hair that fell in front of his eyes. I quickly shook my head and fell into the latest book the AP teachers drowned us in, reminding myself the kind of world I lived in. And how different Kendall's was from mine.