Author's Note: Greetings to those that have stopped by! This is the third in a series of various 'Big Time Rush' stories that I'm nearly completed with. There hasn't been much traffic with My Personal Chef so I thought to post this one ahead of schedule just in case it may pique anybody's interest. Like the previous stories, they don't have to be read first to understand this one, but if you haven't read it, again, feel free to check it out. This one, like the others, is a five chapter short story centered around another BTR member and an original OC. Anyways, I hope this one attracts some attentions and if possible, take a moment to review, critic, etc. Thanks for stopping by and taking the time to give this story a try! =)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to 'Big Time Rush' whatsoever; just the story/OC I came up with.
Chapter 1
"Dudes! Why are ya'll just sitting there?!" Kendall, Logan, and Carlos turned at the sound of James rushing into the apartment. The boys currently had a day off from recording since their lovely manager Gustavo was taking a 'personal' day so that meant FREEDOM!
"Well, as you can clearly see, Logan is enjoying yet another educational book. Carlos over there is contemplating going downstairs to eat or ordering in. And myself, well, I'm just doing nothing, and I am damn proud of that." Kendall answered with a smile while James just rolled his eyes.
"Well, I thought you guys would want join me downstairs in checking out the fresh meat. Dancer meat." James said, wriggling his eyebrows. They jumped immediately, even Carlos.
"If there is meat that can dance, I am so for it!" Carlos exclaimed as he threw on his helmet and raced downstairs. Logan sighed as he tossed his book and followed Carlos, along with a bouncing James and reluctant Kendall.
By the time they reached the lobby, a crowd had already formed near the patio. There was some sort of Hip Hop music blaring nearby and from where they stood, they could see a person dancing in the center. The crowd parted as they moved forward to what appeared to be a dance battle.
There were two figures dancing at the moment, one a male and the other none of them could tell since that person had baggy clothes on with a hood covering their head and face. The first male steeped back a moment then gestured for the second person to make a move.
The second person strolled a few steps then wiggled their body before popping and locking their body a few times, and paused before doing some b-boy moves. It wasn't until that person threw their jacket aside and did a split that they were able to see it wasn't another male.
"It's a girl?!" They all exclaimed as the girl continued to dance and shimmy. Underneath that baggy hoodie was a female with tanned skin and wavy dark brown hair with some honey blonde streaks. Her waist was toned, chest large, but nothing could be said about her legs yet that were still in baggie sweats and black vans.
The boys were in awe at how she could move especially with her body type. Not that she was fat, but her breasts certainly weighed her down to an extent. She brought a hand to her chest to a quick chest pop move before freezing completely and rotating to flick off her opponent with a wide smile.
The boy and the rest of the crowd cheered and wolf whistled. The male frowned before shaking her hand in return and she just pulled him in for a hug. Despite the loss, they were still being good sports.
"Alright! Clear out NOW! I will not have any more dance battles in my lobby!" Mr. Bitters yells as he attempted to clear the crowd.
"But we're not in the lobby; I thought this was the pool area," the girl stated as she picked up her fallen jacket. Mr. Bitters' eye twitched at the girl's back talk.
"Listen here girl! You are new here so I'll give you a warning. But if you cause anymore chaos then-"
"Three strikes and I'm out?" She asked innocently. Oh man, this girl was skating on some pretty thin ice, but she looked really cute doing it. Mr. Bitters was growing red with each passing second and the vein in his neck pulsed; he had reached his boiling point and looked about to blow. Then the boys stepped in.
"Mr. Bitters! How are you today sir?" Kendall said first as they shielded the unknown girl who objected but kept quiet. Mr. Bitters didn't look happy to see Kendall at the moment either.
"I should've figured you four knew her!" He spat. "Ugh! Just stay out of my sight! ALL OF YOU!" He spat again then turned on his heel. They all sighed in relief while the girl rolled her eyes and stepped from behind the guys.
"Someone needs to take a midol," the girl mumbled and the guys chuckled in response.
"Nice one but I think he needs more than that," Kendall said, turning to face her.
"He needs to get laid," James began but now that they got a better look at her, James quickly fixed his hair, and put on the 'Diamond' charm. "And speaking of sexiness, hi, I'm James Diamond." James said as he stuck his hand out to her. She just glanced at it and rolled her eyes.
"And I'm leaving," she replied as she turned on her heel to leave. James frowned, staring down at his hand. Carlos and Logan were both too intimidated to speak so Kendall called her.
"Hey! Rude much?" Kendall yelled, making the girl stop, and turn slightly to face them. "We can't even get a thank you? Or a proper greeting? I thought a lady would have some sort of manners!" Kendall yelled which caused nearby spectators to stare.
The girl glared at him then power walked back to her spot just inches from where Kendall stood. He held his ground while the other three just took a few steps back. "Who said I even asked for your help bushy brows?" She asked darkly. Then she stood up on her tip toes to whisper in his ear. "And who said I was a lady."
Catching him off guard, she grabbed his shoulders hard, and tossed him onto the pool. She snapped her head towards James, Carlos, and Logan, shooting them a death glare before walking out of the patio area. Kendall climbed out of the pool and began ringing his clothes, silently thanking the Gods that his phone was back at the apartment. He felt embarrassed by his tact with speaking to the new girl.
"So, did she whisper her name to you before she pushed you into the pool bushy brows?" Carlos asked as he placed a hand on Kendall's wet shoulder. Kendall just looked at him for a moment before shoving him into the pool.
"Damn, finally a girl who resistant to the Diamond charm," James said once they were safe in their apartment. Kendall and Carlos were currently taking a showers while Logan and James, more so James, was trying to figure out whom the hell she was.
"Yeah James, that is EXACTLY the reason she ignored you and pushed Kendall into the pool; she has some magical Diamond charm repellent," Logan said sarcastically.
"Why the hell would someone make that?" James asked seriously. Logan rolled his eyes as he continued to read.
"I just want to know what crawled up her ass and died," Kendall pondered as he plopped down on the couch, hair still damp from his shower.
"And what a fine ass it was," James stated. Carlos emerged from the other bathroom a few minutes later while they were still fantasying over her ass. His expression was a grumpy one and under his arm was his helmet.
"You need to say sorry," he demanded. Kendall raised an eyebrow at him, not taking him seriously.
"Dude, you deserved to be pushed into the pool."
"Not me! You got my helmet wet and now it spells like chlorine!" Carlos said as he thrust the helmet into his face.
"Seriously?" Kendall asked and Carlos looked just about ready to pounce. Kendall sighed before speaking. "I'm sorry that you smell like chlorine helmet and that your owner is a nut ball."
"Thank you!" Carlos said happily before skipping off to the kitchen. Not a minute later, each of their cell phones went off, alerting them to a text message. They each checked their phones to see a message from Gustavo.
'DOGS! Meet me at Rocque Records in 20 minutes! NOW!'
"How can he want us there now, but in 20 minutes?" Logan questioned.
"Let's just leave and not question it," Kendall replied as they headed out of their apartment; so much for a free day.
"One and two! Three and four! Then…DROP! Ok guys, take five!" A girl shouted to a handful of dancers in front of her.
"Actually, take the rest of the day." Another person shouted and that girl snapped her head in the direction to Kelly Wainwright, assistant to Gustavo Rocque, and the 'handler' to a boy band called Big Time Rush.
The girl in question sighed and rolled her eyes as she walked towards the other side of the dance room to grab bottled water from the cooler. The dancers cheered as they headed out of the room, leaving the two alone.
"You know Kelly, it looks really bad when the new head choreographer sends the background dancers home early before tour next month," the girl snapped after she chugged half of her water.
"It is also looks equally bad to push your clients into pools," Kelly frowned. The girl froze for a moment, shocked that they knew already.
"He was just a boy, not a client," she shrugged. Kelly raised an eyebrow, staring her down.
"Try again."
The girl sighed. "Look, I didn't know they were Big Time Rush until I got here and saw the posters. Honestly. And I was planning to apologize when we started practice tomorrow." Well, the last part was a lie. She wasn't going to apologize, she is a very prideful person and she wasn't going to break that over a cute boy with odd eyebrows.
From a distance, there was the sound of shuffling feet and some yelling. Kelly turned away from the sound and smirked in her direction. "Well, here's your chance sweetheart; you get to do it sooner," Kelly stated as she walked away to open the door. The girl gulped and took a quick breath. Fuck, 'why do I have such a temper?' she thought, and she then blamed it on being Latina.
"In here Dogs! NOW!" Gustavo shouted and the girl winced. She still wasn't used to the booming voice that belonged to Gustavo Rocque.
Within the next few moments, a few things happened at once: Kendall paused, mid stride into the room while the girl crosses her arms over her chest and glared; James quickly fixed his hair thinking he still had a shot with the mysterious Latina; Logan took a few steps away from Kendall towards Carlos, who already had his helmet on and ready.
"YOU!" Kendall exclaimed, pointing a finger in the girl's direction.
"ME!" She exclaimed back, throwing her arms in the air with a fake smile on her face. Kendall's eye twitched and she resumed her previous position. This exchange didn't go unnoticed by Gustavo as he looked between the two.
"Good Afternoon Zoë! I know we discussed that today would be your day with the background dancers and tomorrow you meet the dogs, but…some recent 'indiscretions' have been presented and I want that to be buried immediately. Are we clear?" Gustavo said through clenched teeth, not needing to elaborate.
"Krys-tal sir," Zoë said with the same fake smile.
"Great! Now, shake hands and introduce yourselves" He paused, looking between the boys and Zoë, "properly." He finished. When nobody made a move, a vein began to throb in his neck. "Intros NOW!" He screamed and Zoë jumped before walking forward.
"Hi, my name is Zoë Michelle Martínez and it'll be a pleasure working with you! And you all are…?"
"!Te extraño hermano mucho (I miss you very much brother)! Tell me you are almost done shooting?! Por favor!" Zoë exclaimed into the phone. She had the worse first day as the new head choreographer and now she knew why the last one quit. The people she had to coordinate were fucking assholes and she wondered if the pay was even worth it. Or the apartment at the Palm Woods they were paying for her. Or the rental car they had provided.
"Calm it down chica! It couldn't have been THAT bad." Her brother, Zander, asked and she scoffed on the other end. "Could it be that bad?"
"Let me put it to you this way: remember when you had you first audition back home? You had puked all over the casting director because you were so nervous. And that same day, I ripped my jeans when I attempted to do the splits for my dancing audition?" I asked. Her brother nodded on the other end even though she couldn't see him.
"Yeah?" He answered cautiously.
"I feel like a puke faced jeans' torn loser; I had to fucking apologize to the tool I'm coordinating for Christ's sake!" Zoë grumbled unaware that she was no longer alone.
"Just because you're pissy doesn't mean you have to take his name in vain!" Zander yelled back. She rolled her eyes before apologizing quickly. "Look Zee, I will be done filming in a couple days ok? I'll be back before you know it," Zander said softly, using her nickname which always made her feel better.
"Sí ZaZa," she responded. When she was younger, she couldn't pronounce Zander very well so she called him ZaZa and still does most of the time.
"Try not to kill anybody? Or push anybody into the pool?" He asked and she rolled her eyes again.
"I will try,"
"Do or do not, there is no try." He said seriously which made her laugh.
"Nerd,"
"Brat. I'll call you later, love ya." He said softly and her heart clenched.
"Yo también te ama ZaZa," she said simply before sliding her phone down to end the call. Turning around, Zoë yelped in surprise, seeing Kendall leaning against the wall across from her.
"Ya know, James is considered the 'fucking tool' of our group." Kendall said while using air quotes. Zoë clenched and unclenched her fists in attempt to keep calm. She REALLY didn't want to apologize to the same person twice in one day. "Also, you sound very sexy when you speak in your native tongue. That is your native tongue right?" Kendall asked with a smug look on his face.
Zoë huffed as she walked past him down the hallway as she mumbled a bunch of curses and insults intended for Kendall. "!Estúpido chico blanco cabrón gilipollas (Stupid bastard white boy asshole)!" Zoë screamed as she turned a corner, but was faced with the other three. Carlos caught part of what she said and his eyes widened.
"!Niña, ser agradable o disculpas de nuevo (Girl, be nice or apologize again)!" Carlos exclaimed quickly. Zoë paused, surprised that someone like Carlos still remembered the language and was trying to help her.
"¡Pero él es un idiota engreído (But he is a cocky jerk)!" She yelled as she threw her arms up in the air while shooting daggers at Kendall.
"Voy a hablar con él (I'll talk to him)," Carlos said simply, but then stopped as he noticed the three pairs of eyes staring him down. "Just go and chill out." She nodded as she power walked away.
"Dude! What. The. Hell?" James yelled first.
"I thought you forgot all your Spanish?" Logan jumped in next. Carlos just shrugged, not wanting to go too much into it.
"That's not something I can easily forget. And having the helmet helps." He smiled as he tapped it a few times.
"What did she say? I heard her call me stupid and idiot a few times," Kendall grumbled.
"Actually, you are now the 'stupid white boy asshole bastard' to be more specific."
