a/n: decided to try a shot at this plot, because this is what we're doing at my school.

What my mentor taught me

When I was in middle school I honestly considered myself, James Diamond, hot-shit. I stood up every girl I had a date with, I lost my virginity in the summer of my sixth grade year, I passed all of my classes effortlessly and I played the almighty Cello. Due to my position in orchestra, if I weren't hot-shit I'd be considered a nerd, especially since I was first chair in my Chamber class and my next period I helped the 6th graders in the beginning class. My state of being an academic Olympian was extremely precious to me, so that meant I needed something every Olympian desired: An entourage.

My entourage consisted of the most popular people in my school. Melissa Sims, Johnny Masters, Kyli Morgan, Kevin Ban and Austin Jones. Melissa was one of the fakest people I'd ever met. When I was in the 7th grade I remember her going on a passionate tirade of why I should date her then walking down the hall giggling with her friends saying I probably had a small package. Johnny, was a weirdo. He was a sheltered kid that never really went out and lacked the capacity to even pretend he knew a thing about sex. Kyli caught syphilis in the 6th grade. 'Nuff said. Kevin was a sweet heart, he was funny and cute and only had one dimple to show how entertained he was, he was my favorite friend. Then there was Austin. Fucking Austin. Austin was the type of guy that got his fame by being an utter dick. I hated (no, hate) him. He lacked charisma and a viable sense of humor. He a crude bully, I'd fought him time and time over his insistent bullying of my stand partner, Rodney. But I really couldn't blame him. As life would have it almost all blonde Austin's were dicks.

As much of the hot-shit badass I was, I was extremely protective of the people in Orchestra, because I knew them, Austin didn't know a damn thing about them, so he made up lies.

Anyway, just as everyday, the six of us had been seated at our exclusive table right in the middle of the cafeteria. The center gave you the luxury of slipping your phone and slipping your hands (*wink, wink*) Johnny and Kevin we're giggling about the class before lunch and Melissa was chatting Kyli up as Austin slid his hand under Kyli's skirt. Kyli blushed like an idiot and like the whore she was kept a stone face as she lowered her hand under the table. I was off in space when Rodney walked up to me and handed me a copy of Stonegate Overture. I was surprised that he'd had the guts to approach me with Austin sitting just across me.

Austin lifted his hand and wiped it on his jeans as he buckled up. He grinned and made his way around the table. He hovered over twiggy Rodney. Austin, Kevin, Johnny and I were of the same build. Athletic but not too bulky.

Rodney inched closer to me as Austin started chuckling.

"What does this little fag want?" Austin taunted.

"It isn't you're business dickwad." I replied.

"James, it's Ok. I'll go." Rodney squeaked.

"No." I told him. The girls emitted groans of disgust.

I stood up and squared my shoulders.

"Fuck off, Austin." I told him dangerously.

Austin swung at me.

I launched at him and pinned him to the ground. I started pounding on him. I could feel Rodney trying to pull me back, and Kevin and Johnny holding Austin down for me. I noted that neither of the girls did anything to help.

I could feel myself being lifted by the back of my collar and carried to me feet. Austin's face was bleeding a fury and I had no regrets.

The Principal's office in most schools is a pretty lax place. But I went to the Freedoms. The Freedom Sr. and Jr. both being a cluster fuck of rules. My Principal tolerated nothing below perfections. Matter of fact seeing the Principal took a hell of a lot of effort being that most issues were presented to guidance counselors and deans. I was shaking as I entered the office.

Mr. Morgan (Kyli's Dad, shocker, right?) stared at me blankly and leaned back in his chair. He sighed and started speaking.

"Mr. Diamond, is there any reason you've decided to attack Austin? Are you two fighting over Kyli?"

Wtf? Fight over Kyli? If I wanted her, I'd have had her.

"No. As much as you'd like to think someone wants your daughters free blowjobs, I honestly don't care for her. She bites the head." I stated, pushing my nervousness aside. You're hot-shit. Hot-shit doesn't get scared.

Mr. Morgan's expression remained stagnant.

"So what do you want?" I asked him.

"I was going to drop your extracurricular activities but I was informed of a much more important task you will be given soon enough. So I will let you free. Plus I don't really care for Austin nor my daughter so you'd be the last person I'd punish."

I sighed and exited the room. My mother would have to pick me up and I knew she was going to be furious. School regulations called for both participants of a fight to not finish the school day in fear of a following altercation.

So I waited in the lobby. I flipped through the nursing books, the lynx pamphlets, and the FCAT guides. I had just started The Universe: And Beyond when Mr. Lanyard called my name.

"Yes?" I replied.

"You're ride is here." She called.

I stood up and made my way to the check out desk and was surprised to not be presented with my mom, but a dark hair, fair skinned boy who could barely be any older than I was. He wore a grey woolen skullie and a cardigan the same color. His t-shirt was a salmon color and his jeans black. He was adorable. But I still didn't know him.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I'm Logan, your mentor." He said happily.

I tried to smile in response but I as just so confused.

"I'm your Orchestra mentor, you never text'd me, so I text'd your Mom, and she told me to pick you up." He beamed. God, he was so cute.

I was still confused. Mentor? What the hell?

The roster on the door that I never checked! The High Schools' Orchestra teacher had come up with a way to make the incoming Freshmen feel welcomed and that was to pair us up with upperclassmen.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

I nodded and followed him out of the school and to his 2012 Toyota Camry. I slipped into the back seat and he afforded me an off look.

"You can sit in the front." He stated.

I smiled and replied, "I don't like the front seat."

He shrugged and slipped into the drivers seat and revved the car. He smoothly reversed and we were off. Before I could even register where we were going we were at Chewy, the Boba place. I slipped out of the car and followed him into the place. He ordered himself a Chai, with Boba, and I ordered the same. We sat at the table by the window.

"So James, how's life?" He asked teasingly.

I smiled and replied, "Shitty."

I guess he was expecting that because he frowned and leaned onto my shoulder. I tensed at his action but relaxed when his breath hit my neck.

"I know what you mean," He whispered. "They told me about your situation."

"They?"

"Your Mom, Morgan, Smidly, Donser and Lanyard," He listed.

I stared at him. They knew?

"What did they tell you?" I asked curiously.

"They told me you're stuck in a mold." He replied casually.

I looked away. They were right. Was I really that obvious?

"What about you?" I asked.

"I'm a badass." He replied cutely.

It was then, that I decided I had a crush on Logan.