Just love this pairing so much. So far it's the only thing I've done. Like, four times. But you don't want my life story, you want James and Logan's story. So here we go.

The final bell rang and Logan hurried out of Honors Biology and to his locker, stuffing his books inside and grabbing a couple of binders. He clicked the lock back into place and turned around.

And was promptly shoved into the very locker he'd just closed.

He rolled his eyes as the entire hockey team strolled by, skates slung over their shoulders and bags in their hands. It was like he had a giant, flashing neon sign hanging from his neck that every jock could see. Nerd Here! Easy Prey!

Logan shrank against his locker, trying not to be noticed. He held his backpack in front of him to block any blows that might come his way.

At the end of the crowd were Kendall Knight and James Diamond. Logan's eyes widened and his knees went weak, half from fear and half from attraction.

James and Kendall were his biggest tormentors. And it just so happened that James was also the one guy Logan really wanted to be with. Logan wanted him so much, but every time they met, it seemed like James completely hated him.

Kendall glanced towards Logan and then looked away. His head snapped back towards Logan and he grinned, tapping James on the shoulder and pointing. James followed his finger and found Logan, then smiled.

"Oh no," Logan whispered.

"Hey, guys!" Kendall called. "It's Mitchell." Logan knew he had about four seconds before they'd be after him. And there was only one place he knew they would never look.

Tossing his backpack over his shoulder, he took off.

Kendall and James tossed their bags and skates to the other players and raced after him. Logan turned a corner, his backpack slamming into the wall. James and Kendall's longer legs were going to give him a hard time getting away from. But it wasn't something he hadn't done before.

Logan took a shortcut through the gym and raced down the steps behind it. He took off across the street and down Henry Boulevard. Just down the street was the ice rink the team went to. He dashed inside, looking over his shoulder before dashing inside.

James and Kendall were just reaching the bottom of the steps when Logan entered the ice rink. He hurried to the top of the seats and crouched behind them.

Kendall and James burst through, their heads swinging from side to side in search of Logan.

James bit his lip, trying to find Logan. Kendall didn't know it, and there was no way he was ever going to tell him, but he had a soft spot for Logan. The only reason he picked on him was because he liked him. It was simple first grade logic. That had carried on into the eleventh grade.

James was very careful never to physically hurt Logan- that was only Kendall. And he liked to believe that Logan noticed that, that he liked him.

James spotted a flash of brunette hair and smiled to himself. When Kendall looked at him, he quickly covered it up.

"You check over there," James said, pointing to across the rink. Kendall nodded and ran James spotted a flash of brunette hair and smiled to himself. When Kendall looked at him, he quickly covered it up.

"You check over there," James said, pointing to across the rink. Kendall nodded and ran where James had pointed. When Kendall was far enough away, James walked up the steps and into the aisle.

Logan was crouching behind the seats. When he saw James, he jerked backwards, falling onto his back.

"Dammit!" he hissed. James got to his knees holding his hands out to Logan.

"I won't hurt you, I just want to talk." Logan swung his backpack in front of him, eyeing James cautiously.

"Look, Logan. I like you. I really, really like you. I wanted to know if you'd like to go out with me."

Logan's jaw hit the floor.

"I-I-I-" he stuttered.

"Excellent!" Logan cringed at the voice and James swore. Kendall bounded up the stairs and appeared behind James. "You found him!"

Logan shot to his feet, looking around. There was no way out. Behind him was a wall and all three boys knew Logan lacked the athletic ability to hop down the over the chairs

James looked between Logan and Kendall. "You know what, Kendall, it's not worth it," he said. Logan stared at him, smiling slightly. Kendall just stared, his eyebrows knitting together.

"Are you feeling alright, James?" Kendall asked.

"I'm fine, dude. But maybe we should just leave him alone today."

Kendall made a face and laughed. "You're probably right. Nerds are fragile." Logan scowled at him.

"Yeah, he'd break like a twig," James said, forcing a laugh. Logan's head snapped his way. His eyes watered and his face had hurt written all over it. Then, his mouth set into a straight line and his eyes turned cold.

He snatched his backpack up and flung it over his shoulder. He shoved past the other two boys, taking a few steps down before turning and looking at James.

"The answer, by the way, is no, James. Not now, not ever. Maybe next time you look in the mirror, you'll think of what a jackass you are instead of thinking how great your hair looks."

James looked like he'd been slapped as Logan walked away.