Author's Note: I'm alive! xD So, this is my new fic I'm working on...well one of the new fics I'm working on. It's an AU so basically free reign. As always I'm totally okay with flames and what not. This little idea popped into my head while watching Glee, as I do quite often, and I realized I never really wrote a bullying fic before. -shrugs- I decided to challenge myself with it. It's been hard writing it because I hate that people are ACTUALLY experiencing this kind of thing in their real life, but I'm doing my best with it. Anyway, you guys should all go read Titled Heart's stuff cause, once again, that girl is ah-mazing and you have no idea what you're missing. Enjoy the first chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own BTR.

"I just don't think you understand the implications of what you're suggesting. You realize that jobs could be lost over this don't you? You said it was just a joke after all," Principal Arthur Griffin said as he sat across from me. "Are you sure that is really what happened, Logan?"

I watched him for a moment, worrying my bottom lip between my teeth. My eyes glanced around the modestly decorated principal's office. It had the essentials: a computer, a bookshelf loaded with random books I doubt he's read, and a picture of his daughter Mercedes. Griffin had white hair and was wearing a gray suit with a yellow tie, his hands entwined on the desk as he watched me. My eyes roamed back down to my lap, looking at my own entwined hands. If I told the truth about what happened in that hallway it'd be the end of Coach Granger's career. He would have idly stood by while a student was beaten and humiliated. I'd become target number one. Did I really want that?

"No," I smiled and shook my head. "No, I must've been mistaken. I think I saw someone else." I kept my smile firmly in place as I watched Mr. Griffin's frown deepen.

"Are you sure Logan?"

I nodded. "I'm sorry for the confusion."

Mr. Griffin rubbed his forehead, letting a sigh escape him. "If anything happens, please come tell me. As for punishment for reporting a false claim you have a week's detention, report to Mr. Rocque's room, room 203."

I nodded once again and gathered my things, taking a deep breath before walking out into the hallways of Palm Woods High, named after the two men that founded the school. I held the strap of my bag on one shoulder, kept my head down, and ventured out. I was a nerd, the bottom of the barrel, and on top of that, I was gay. Not a good combination to be in Minnesota. I tried to stay in the closet, but if you saw some of the boys around here…it's hard not to react when hormones are rushing through you.

It happened in the gym locker room. It was a Monday, if that matters. I had just finished playing a game of basketball with the boys on my team and was moving to the showers. That's when I saw him. James fucking Diamond, he could make the straightest guy want him, so I of course had no chance. He was a hockey player, but he was really nice. And his face wasn't messed up like the stereotype suggests. Anyway, he came out, looking like a god wrapped in mist, and I got…excited. He stared in shock, but it was Carlos, his best friend that is always around him who asked rather loudly what that was under my towel. Needless to say everyone in the locker room turned and saw exactly why I got aroused. That was when my social life ended.

I quit the basketball team, and kept my focus on my studies. Let me rephrase that. I was forced off the basketball team. No one wanted to change in front of a gay guy and Mr. Ganger agreed it was best if I just left. James avoided me, but didn't say anything negative towards me. Carlos glared at me every time he saw me like he was trying to protect James from me.

Suddenly I felt someone bump into me. "Hey, watch we're you're going fag."

I kept my head down and continued walking. I had learned a long time ago it was better to ignore it and hope one day they got bored of you. I disregarded the sneers and snickers as I proceeded down the hall. I only had a few more hours before I could retreat to my house.

"Logan," Mr. Rocque's voice cut into my thinking. "You passed my classroom."

I smiled and nodded moving into the room. Mr. Rocque was the music and English teacher here. He was tough, but he was my favorite…even if he was the devil. As I looked around I realized there were already four other kids there, but I didn't pay much mind to them. Rocque pointed to a seat and I quickly took it like my life depended on it. I was still skittish from being in the hall.

"Let me just take roll then we can start the endless fun we're going to have for the next two hours," he smirked sarcastically. "Camille-,"

"I'm here," she smiled sitting next to me. She had beautiful curly brown hair that I knew made every girl in the school jealous. She was also insane. "And I'll never go anywhere. I won't let you go Jack," she cried desperately earning an eye roll from Mr. Rocque.

"James Diamond."

"Here," James said, his eyes looking anywhere but me. His brown hair framed his face perfectly and his hazel eyes shone slightly. In short, James Diamond was the prettiest boy you'd ever seen.

"Carlos Garcia."

"Here," Carlos called, his chocolate brown eyes glaring daggers at me. He was seated next to James, and his glare told me that if I tried anything he would cut me, even if he was shorter than me.

"Logan Mitchell."

"Present," I mumbled, watching Gustavo move down his list.

"And finally, Kendall Knight."

The blonde in the last seat raised his hand lazily and smirked slightly at me. I didn't know much about Kendall. Hell I'd never even heard of him until this moment, but the way his green eyes scanned over me didn't sit well with me.

"Kendall," Mr. Rocque sighed. "You literally just transferred here a week ago. What could you have possibly done to get in here?"

Kendall smirked and dragged his eyes off me to look at Rocque. "I saw something I didn't like, so I took care of it."

Rocque's eyes lit slightly in amusement but he quickly frowned in disappointment. "I expect this to be a onetime thing." He turned to all of us again and read us our rights, but my thoughts were swimming with Kendall's words and the way he looked at me. What did he do to get into detention? For that matter what did James and Carlos do? I furrowed my brow and looked at my books, beginning my homework. I needed to figure out exactly what was going on. There was no way it was going to be good.

…

The clock on the wall in room 203 was broken. No, scratch that, it was rigged. It moved very slowly one moment and the next it'd be the correct time. I was pretty sure Mr. Rocque did that on purpose. He hated looking out at the classroom and seeing a bunch of kids staring past him at the clock.

I rubbed my forehead and closed my eyes. This was the longest detention I had ever had. Against popular belief I had actually been here before. Sure it was only for losing my hall pass, but still, I had been here before. It was always the same. Rocque held detention in his music room so he could entertain himself with the piano while we all suffered through his screaming. That was the thing with Gustavo Rocque, he screamed when he was thinking about song lyrics or tunes…basically anything musical. I'd hate to be in his choir glee club thing. Those kids must be on suicide watch.

Suddenly a wadded up ball hit my head. I frowned and looked at it on my desk. I looked over and saw Kendall grinning slightly at me. My brows furrowed as I moved to open the note, glancing up at Rocque to make sure he was still occupied I began reading.

'Hey Logan,' the note began. 'I'm Kendall, as you probably already know. I wanted to know if you'd like to hang out with me.'

I stared at the note for a moment before quickly scrawling back my reply. 'I don't usually make it a habit of hanging out with trouble makers.' I crumpled up the paper and tossed it back at him. He quickly opened it, not bothering to check if Rocque was watching, and laughed softly. He wrote something down and tossed it back at me.

I caught it easily and read, 'aww come on Logie, I won't bite I swear. We can just hang out, watch some hockey or something and eat pizza…just the two of us. It'll be fun.'

I stared at the note. This felt like some sort date. I glanced at Kendall once again and was met with his now trademark smirk. I didn't trust it one bit, no matter how much those green eyes called to me. Looking back at the paper I scrawled out, 'no thanks. I don't like hockey.'

It landed on his desk and his smirk fell in slight shock. He wrote something quickly and tossed it back to me. 'What do you mean you don't like hockey? Have you ever even seen a game?'

I smiled slightly and looked at him shaking my head. The smirk came back and he threw me another note. 'Oh then you are definitely coming over to my house tomorrow after detention. No excuses. You have to be introduced to the wonders of hockey.'

I couldn't help the soft chuckle that came out of my mouth. I quickly covered my mouth and looked around. Carlos was smiling at James, whispering something to him while the taller boy smiled lightly at his story. Camille was watching me, a smirk of her own in place. I frowned at her and she shook her head, smiling wide. I chose to ignore her and looked at Kendall, who had a smile I had never seen before. It was soft and almost serene, like he heard something wonderful. I nodded to him, agreeing to this hang out thing. I honestly don't know why I agreed, I still didn't trust him at all, but I needed to know why he was in detention. It was stupid, but I had this burning curiosity. I had to figure out who Kendall Knight was and what he had planned.