Author's Note: Hello all! This is the first in a series of various 'Big Time Rush' related stories I am working on and (or) completed. I'm a bot out of sorts when it comes to this group of handsome misters and I blame a special little guy in life for turning me onto the fandom, so I plead with you guys to go easy on me and take a moment to review. Whether it be positive or negative, I appreciate the criticism that I'm given. Hope you enjoy it and thanks for stopping by! =)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to 'Big Time Rush' whatsoever; just the story/OC I came up with.

Chapter 1

"UGH! This is fucking USELESS!" A girl screamed. Everyone in the room turned towards her, including the librarian. "Fuck off," the girl mumbled as she rose from her table, and walked out before she could be reprimanded for her language…again.

Leah Marie Flynn proceeded to roam the halls during her free period before her last class of the day began. A class she wasn't looking forward to: Advanced Trigonometry. And why was she taking it? To avoid taking it next year. Stupidest. Decision. Ever.

"That girl is nuts." Logan Mitchell mumbled to himself, returning to his work. He just witnessed the girl's outburst moments ago before she exited the library. He had been working on an essay for World History as she interrupted his thought process. 'People like that shouldn't even be allowed into the library' he thought to himself just as the bell rang signaling next period.

"Fuck my life," Leah grumbled as she shuffled slowly to her Trig class. Since she was already roaming the halls, she was one of the earlier students to arrive. Leah made way to the third row corner seat by the window and plopped into the desk chair. She then slammed her head against the desk and stayed in that position.

Logan on the other hand came in bouncing and chipper like always. Math was his favorite subject. He sat diagonally from Leah in the front row, middle seat. He shook his head again at the crazy girl that made an outburst in the library. The final bell signaling the start of period went off, and in walks their teacher.

"Afternoon class!"

"Afternoon Mrs. Milner," the class droned in response. Leah didn't even flinch, but faintly heard the exchange. "Today we will be finishing up on solving x and y for multiple triangles…" And that's when Leah tuned her out. She was fine with math for her first couple years, but when they started adding letters into the mix, things went south for her.

Leah continued to groan in her seat, dreading the next hour she was stuck in this class. With her head down, and eyes shut, she didn't acknowledge the class at all especially when Mrs. Milner decided to call her. Someone next to her had to poke her a few times just to get a reaction. Too bad that resulted in Leah being pissier than normal.

"Miss Flynn!" The teacher shouted.

"Present." Leah replied as she stuck her arm in the air for a moment, earning laughs from the rest of the class. Mrs. Milner rolled her eyes before speaking again.

"Role was taken 20 minutes ago Miss Flynn. I was calling you to answer the question, but it seems that you were still thinking about it yes?"

"Yes! Exactly! That's why my head was down because I was thinking so hard that it hurt." Leah exclaimed.

"Ok then. Do you have an answer?" Mrs. Milner asked again as she gestured to the chalkboard.

"Erm…" Leah replied, squinting up at the board. Three different triangles were overlapping one another. An X was centered at the top while a Y was at the bottom, and a few numbers were nestled in between. After a few more moments of squinting, and realizing she wasn't going to answer, the teacher sighed.

"Can ANYONE come up with an answer?" She replied. Not a second later, a hand shot up in the air up front. She smiled at the eager student and nodded for him to answer.

"X=10 while Y=17.5" A boy answered with a smile.

"Correct! Class, follow in Mr. Mitchell's example!" Mrs. Milner exclaimed before turning back to the board. Leah rolled her eyes at the comment her teacher made about her 'pet'. Logan glanced behind him, smirking in Leah's direction, and winked before returning to his notes. Oh how I would like to smack that smirk off of his face.

Logan kept that same smirk as he exited the classroom and headed to his locker. His three best friends were already present and waiting around his locker. Noticing extra pep in his step, Kendall decided voice what each of them was thinking.

"Dude, are you ok?" Kendall questioned.

"Yeah, you just got out of Trig. I know you love math, but you can't be THAT happy over it." James stated as he fixed his hair. Logan just rolled his eyes before slamming his locker door shut.

"I just love being smart!" Logan replied happily with a smug grin on his face.

"Well there's a difference between being smart and being a cocky jack-ass," a female voice spoke from behind him. Both James and Kendall gulped at the sight of Leah glaring at them. Carlos quickly put on his helmet as a precaution, but remained in the back.

"Hello Leah, always a pleasure," Logan replied as he shuffled his messenger bag.

He and Leah would occasionally butt heads outside of class. Aside from Advanced Trigonometry, he also had free period, and then English with her so he was stuck with seeing her every day. While he excelled in math, she did the same in English which created tension between them when the other had the right answer first.

Logan wasn't too intimidated by Leah as were his friends; as long as he didn't look into her eyes. It's not like he was afraid she would turn him to stone…he was utterly fascinated by her eye color, an intense bright blue that could unwind him in an instant. He would always not look right at her, but past her instead which just fueled Leah's fire.

"Still can't look at me huh? For someone so sure of himself, you don't even have the balls to look me in the eye. So cowardly," Leah mocked. Logan heard the guys stifle a few laughs behind him; sadly, they were aware of his weakness to her eyes. He cheeks flushed pink in response.

"At least I always get the right answer." Logan winked before walking past her with the rest following behind. He knew that would set her off and she just glared at his retreating back before stomping off in the other direction.

"Oh man Logan, you are so charming." Kendall laughed.

"That was charming?" Carlos asked.

"Still can't understand sarcasm?" James asked and Carlos paused, thinking about it.

"Can you explain sarcasm again?" Carlos asked. They each face palmed at his words. Logan just shook his head, thinking about their exchange. 'Was I really cowardly just because I couldn't look her in the eye? He never gave Leah Flynn much thought except when it came to their occasional bickering. But there was something about those eyes…maybe I could do a little research…'

"Stupid Logan and his stupid brains! And his super stupid smug smile with the dimples…" Leah grumbled as she began her walk home. All she kept thinking about was how much she loathed Logan Mitchell. She wasn't sure when this malice for him started…it may have been the first day of English when he attempted to correct her and he was wrong.

Leah giggled to herself at the memory. He may be an Einstein when it came to other subjects, but he had quite a few dunce moments in English. Leah sighed…too bad he can't be a dunce all the time, and had to constantly show her up in both of their classes. She continued to sigh and grumble as she walked down the street to her house.

Lucky for Leah, the walk wasn't that long. In the apartment complex that she lived in with her mom, which was literally right behind her school, all she had to do was cut through the football field, and some trees to get home. She already had her keys out and ready by the time she crossed the parking lot to the first floor, apartment 7A.

"Mom, I'm home!" Leah called out, shutting, and locking the door behind her. She walked pass the tan sectional, placing her book bag on the island before heading into the small kitchen. A note was taped to the fridge, waiting for her.

Leah,

I picked up a double shift at the diner; Jennifer had an emergency with her daughter. There is leftover chicken lasagna in the fridge and some chocolate chip cheesecake. Make sure to keep the door locked, do your homework, and please be in bed before I get home this time.

Love you,

Mom XOXO

Leah let out a deep sigh as she opened the fridge. Jennifer Knight was probably the only friend that her mother had in this town; one more than she had actually. Jennifer had two kids, one a boy named Kendall that was Leah's age that also shared a few classes with, and then a little girl named Katie who was an even bigger con artist than Leah was.

Even though their mothers were buddies, the kids weren't completely. Leah never had the opportunity to hang around with Kendall much since he was constantly playing Hockey or hanging with his own friends, so she was closer to Katie. The little girl looked up to Leah, seeing herself, but learning that Logan Mitchell was one of Kendall's best friends, that kept her from visiting more often.

Despite their own 'issues', both mothers would help each other out and have an occasional get together when they weren't slaving away at the diner. Well, I guess they needed something to bond over since they are both struggling single mothers that fell in love with dead beat men. Lovely.

Instead of going for the lasagna, Leah made a grab for the half of the cheesecake left for her. Bon appétit to me.

The next couple of weeks were rough for Leah. Rent went up at their apartment leading to her mother getting a second job working at the supermarket an extra few days a week…the same one Kendall so happened to work at. Can you say awkward? Leah was willing to get a job as well to help out, but her mother refused. She didn't want her daughter to struggle at such a young age like she did. She wanted her to 'enjoy life'. Too bad Leah's only life was spent locked up in her room writing music and reading fantasy novels.

Leah's mother was seventeen when she was pregnant and barely graduated later that year. Instead of manning up and becoming a father, he skipped town, never returning. But her mother never complained or bought up those memories. The only thing she would mention when it came to the sperm donor was that Leah had his brilliant blue eyes…the ones that stole her heart then broke her down.

Aside from those unpleasantries, school was the next big issue. She was failing Trig which proved a point that getting ahead screwed her over royally. Leah was currently daydreaming in her Creative Writing class, her college credit class for the year.

"Leah? Earth to Leah!" Someone shouted and she jumped in response. "Do you have your poem?" Leah shook herself from her daze and looked up to her teacher…then she noticed that they were the only ones left. "Class just ended and I just wanted to get your piece before you left then I noticed you had a faraway look in your eyes. Is everything ok sweetie?"

Her Creative Writing teacher Mr. Chase Ryan was probably her favorite teacher. He was maybe in his mid-late twenties and he was very 'flamboyant'. Ok, he's VERY gay. Most of his classes held mostly females so they were lucky enough to see his rainbow side. Mr. Ryan also showed favoritism towards her like her Trig teacher played favorites with Logan.

Leah sighed as she got up quickly and handed in her assignment. "I'm fine Mr. Ryan. I just got my quarterly grades and I so happen to be failing my Advanced Trigonometry class. And before you ask, my other classes are decent…just not that one."

"Ouch, sorry sweetie. I wish I could help you, but it's obvious that math isn't my strong suit; I'm more in tuned with my other lobe." He replied with a wink. Leah smiled at how goofy and gay her teacher is. "But you need to get that grade up before next semester or I'm afraid I will have to drop you from my class, and you are my best student! I will cry if I have to swipe you from my list!" He sighed dramatically.

Leah laughed again thinking that he should've done Theater instead of Creative Writing. Actually, he would pull off both quite nicely. "I'll figure out something, I promise."

"You better! Perhaps a tutor?" He suggested as Leah shuffled out of his classroom.

"Maybe," Leah agreed, pondering the idea.

'Who the Hell would I get to tutor me?' Leah thought, 'I don't talk to anybody!' Just as she was about to walk into the library, Logan rushed in ahead of her with a big smile on his face.

"What a nerd…" Leah mumbled, but then a light bulb went off in her head. 'What a nerd?!' Leah thought happily as she walked inside about to pester Logan but then she stopped herself, frowning. Crap, I have to ask Logan for help. Fuck. My. Life.

"Hey Kendall and company!" Leah greeted. Kendall mumbled a hello while the other two just stared, shocked. James was smirking while Carlos munched away on something.

"No mean comments for me today Leah?" Logan asked smugly as he rearranged his locker's contents. Leah's eye twitched as she bit back the urge to curse him out. Instead, she put on the biggest fake smile she could muster which caused Logan's smug grin to falter. 'A fake smile eh? This could be promising.'

"Uhm, Logan? Can we speak for a moment privately?" She asked hopeful. Leah was trying to be as cheerful as possible when facing Logan and after he made that comment, she was ready to crack. He raised an eyebrow and nodded to the guys to leave.

"So, what do I owe the pleasure Miss Flynn," Logan asked. Leah looked down, finding her combat boots more interesting. "Tick Tock Flynn," Logan sighed and Leah snapped her head up to glare at him before smiling once more.

"Look, I know that we don't get along very well-" Leah began.

"That's one Hell of an understatement," Logan mumbled. Leah coughed, tapping her foot on the ground. "Continue."

"Anyways, I know we don't get along but at this point, I'm desperate." Logan raised an eyebrow again at her words. "I'm sure you can tell already that I suck hard at Trig." Logan was about to comment again but she gave him a look that begged him to try her patience. "And I was wondering that if you had the time, could you tutor me maybe?"

Logan's jaw dropped. He was surprised that Leah Flynn, antisocial misfit and enemy classmate, was coming to him for help. Looking at her again, he could see how vulnerable she was just bouncing from one foot to another, head downcast. Leah Flynn is a very confident, stubborn, and full of herself; he hated to admit that he admired those qualities since they matched him to an extent.

But that didn't change the fact that they had issues with the other. "Why should I help you huh? What's in it for me?" Logan demanded. Leah frowned at this and she scrunched her eyebrows, thinking hard. Logan on the other hand thought this was a cute facial expression. Wait! No he didn't!

Leah bit her lip before speaking. "You could get some sort of extra credit for helping me? And uhm…I uh…" Leah stammered, unable to get the last part out. She swallowed the bile rising in her throat at what she had to say next. "And I promise not to give you anymore crap because I would be forever grateful if his excellence would help a misfit like me." Leah said all in one breath.

Logan was surprised yet again by her words. But that couldn't keep him from smirking at her. "Will food be a part of this deal as well?" Logan asked seriously. Leah gaped him.

"Seriously?" She asked and he nodded in response with a neutral expression.

"Very. Can you cook at all?"

"No, but I know how to order take out."

"…and that's how you get X=14 over ½." Logan responded. He looked up from his position on Leah's bed to see her banging her head against the wall. "Is that how you think?" Logan asked with a chuckle. Instead of answering, she flicked him off.

"How will this affect me in life? I plan on going to school for English and Music; I won't need this ever!" Leah yelled.

"Actually, you may need this when-" Logan began but she cut him off before he could elaborate.

"Turn down the genius meter please," she interrupted as she rubbed her temples. Before he could speak again, the doorbell rang. Leah jumped up excitedly. "Pizza!" Logan just smiled while shaking his head.

He had only been tutoring for about a month and thought she was showing progress. Or at least hoped she was; this was cutting into his hockey/reading time. But in a way, he didn't mind…he was actually enjoying the time he spent with Leah.

Underneath that tough exterior that she built, there was a sarcastic humor that managed to bubble to the surface; he liked that side. And he got to be inside her room, according to her, was an honor and not all what he expected. Logan first thought that her room would be covered in black and Marilyn Manson would be blasting 24/7. Instead, the walls were a deep purple covered in music posters such as Green Day, Linkin Park, Evanescence on one half of the room, and on the other half were movie posters like Star Wars, The Avengers, and a few horror movies.

She even kept her room reasonably clean. She had a standard full sized bed in the corner by the window with a desk across from it with a laptop. A keyboard and a sheet music stand were propped up against a small entertainment center that housed a small TV set, DVD player, and a couple stacks of DVDs.

He laughed as he remembered the first thing she said to him when he entered: 'I know we have an agreement but if you tell a single soul about my room, I'll stab you in the family jewels'. And he believed her…sort of, but he did have some respect for her to not reveal her privacy.

"Logan! I'm going to be a fatty and eat your pizza if you don't come in here!" Leah shouted from the living room.

"Coming!" Logan shouted back. He knew that she wouldn't touch his pizza since he decided to get pepperoni, sausage, and onions which Leah detested. By the time he entered the next room, Leah was on her third slice. She had an appetite like one of the guys, another quality he liked about her.

"Did you save any for me?" Logan asked with a smirk. Leah rolled her eyes before she slid a box towards him. "Grazie."

"Welcome." She responded as she grabbed another slice.

"So, Leah," Logan began. "is it safe to assume that you like Halloween?" Logan asked. She just gave him an 'are you shitting me?' look. "Anyways, there's a math convention the day after and I wanted to know if you'll go?"

"Really Logan? You mentioned Halloween, getting me all excited then you bring that in? You're such a meanie." Leah whined as she sipped her water. He smiled at her and took a breath before continuing.

"Well, I wanted to ask that first before I brought up actual Halloween plans…plans that I know you would go for." He finished.

"I'm listening."

"Ok, so the guys and I are planning to take Katie and a few of her classmates around the neighborhood before going to a party and if you weren't busy, would you like to join?" Logan asked hopeful.

This was Katie's last year to trick or treat, and she learned of the mutual agreement between Leah and Logan so she begged for Leah to come along. And when that didn't work, she jumped on us one by one before pinching us to death. But that wasn't the only reason…he wanted to be able to hang with Leah outside of their tutoring sessions.

Leah was tempted by his offer. She loved Halloween but over the past few years, she did the same thing: dress up as a favorite horror movie villain, gorge herself in a few bags of candy, and have a movie marathon. She thought about how nice it would be to do something different even if she had to go to a math convention the next day…even though she would love to spend a day with Logan. Whoa, where did that come from?!

"…the guys and I have a theme this year: the world of Superheroes." Logan continued. "C'mon, you really need to get out more! And that's saying a lot when it's coming from a nerd."

"You have a point there…" Leah nodded in agreement.

"So, will you go?" Logan asked again.

"Sure, why not."