Entry 1:

I wanted to stop thinking about him, but he was always on my mind. I shouldn't be thinking about him. He has a boyfriend, and is way out of my league. But damn it…he is so cute! I just wanted to hodl him for the rest of our days! Logan Mitchell came into my life, the first day I came to the private school, my parents moved me out to. Logan Mitchell changed my life, and he made me actually want to wake up every morning. I'm writing about it because…I don't know why really. I like thinking about the days I've had with him. And I am going to write in this entire black leather journal, Logan got me. It is going to be full, front to back, top to bottom of all the memories we've spent together.

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DAY 1

Boring…boring…everything in my iPod was outdated and old and it made me mad. I had to sit through lunch, by myself mind you, listening to boring music. Awesome. I settled for the classic: Led Zeppelin. If no one was going to sit next to me, and try to make the new kid feel comfortable, I was going to watch them all walk around, and play random songs written by a bunch of stoned hippies. It was going to be my soundtrack and I was going to enjoy myself weather…

"Hey!" I smashed right into someone and sent them flying right onto their butt. I yanked my headphones out of my ears and saw on the ground a kid my age, on his back holding the back of his head.

"Oh shit…I am so sorry!" I fell to my knees and reached out for him. He took both my hands and pulled himself up, into a sitting position. I noticed the short brown hair, big bright brown eyes and the perfect pouty smile. He was cute, but his ass was on the ground and it was my fault. I just ruined any chance of being anyone's friend. This kid would go around and tell everyone I was a big dick who didn't look where he was going.

"Are you new here?" I blushed and quickly reached down grabbing his bag, and the books that fell out.

"Yeah. I moved here last week. I started today."

"That explains it." I glanced up and he chuckled. He pushed himself completely up and brushed off the back of his pants.

"What explains what?" I stood up giving him his bag. His school uniform was wrinkled and a little dirty and I felt worse.

"Well most guys know that during lunch, everyone hangs out in the quad. No one is every really hanging around inside the science building." I nodded and watched him shove some books into his backpack. With his head down I could see a faint hickey on his neck. It only told me he was taken and I definitely had no chance.

"Logan?" The kid raised his head and looked around me. I turned out of curiosity and saw this blonde kid walking towards me. He looked confused and sort of mad so I turned back to the short kid. "What happened?" The blond kid walked right up to him and brushed dirt off his clothes. Logan, I was guessing was the smaller kid, chuckled and shook his head slipping his bag on his shoulder.

"Nothing. I wasn't watching where I was going and neither was…I'm sorry I didn't get your name?" He gave me a friendly smile and I opened my mouth to answer but was rudely interrupted.

"James Diamond. The new kid, who just moved here from big Old New York City because his rich ass parents got a divorce so they shipped off here." I felt my cheeks get hot as I stared at the blond, rude, kid. I closed my mouth and he chuckled. "Come one…lets go get lunch." He wrapped his arm around the short kids neck and pulled him away from me. I watched Logan turn and look over the tall guys shoulder and mouth sorry. I gave a friendly smile and waved at him. He smiled back and turned to the front. I then watched the tall asshole kiss softly, and sweetly into his hair. Logan quickly wrapped around the guys waist and I heard him chuckle at something.

DAY 2

"James Diamond?" I glanced up from my paper, and saw the teacher, motioning me to come forward. I sighed and pushed my black glasses up on my nose standing up. I felt a bunch of eyes on me, but only cared about one particular pair. Logan was sitting two rows across from me, with his stupid boyfriend, the captain of the hockey team, Kendall Knight, behind him. I only looked at him in the corner of my eye and saw him chewing on the end of his pen while Kendall whispered something in his ear. I looked up at Mr. Jones and he gave me a small smile. "I have the notes you'll need for the test Friday. Take your time with the paper. Have in it by Monday." I nodded and took the notes form him. He sat back down and I turned to walk back to my desk. When I sat down everyone else had gone back to their work. Except one. Well two. Logan was still staring at me, and it was kind of starting to piss me off. I glanced over at him and raised my eyebrows. He only smiled small and looked back down at his desk. The bell rang overhead and quickly, everyone jumped up, and ran out of the room. I sighed and slowly put my books, and loose paper into my black bag. As I stood up I heard two people talking, as they walked out. I looked up to see Logan, being walked out by Kendall, and my curiosity and lust, took over me. I wanted to follow them, to learn more about Logan, to see if he was as perfect close up, as he was far away.

"You lied about it Kendall." I stayed a little behind and watched Kendall grab Logan's hand, and slightly swing it.

"No I didn't. You didn't ask if I was with them or not. You just asked if I was home. I told you no." Logan shoved him away and dropped his hand. "Please don't be like that. I'm not in the mood. I have practice." Logan turned fast to face Kendall and I quickly ducked behind a locker so I wasn't caught.

"Them go to practice Kendall."

"Why are you so upset?"

"I'm not…just…just go to practice. I'm fine." I leaned out a little to see Logan reach up and kiss his cheek. "Be careful." Kendall chuckled and pulled him in hugging him tight. Logan sighed and I could have sworn I saw him look at me. I ducked back behind the locker and hit my head against the metal. I cursed at myself in my head and heard footsteps. "Call me when you get home, okay?"

"Of course. I love you."

"Love you too." I heard the door at the end of the hall close and sighed out. I had to leave, so it didn't look to suspicious. If I walked the opposite way of Logan, he'd notice and I'd get busted. If I walked towards him, he'd ask me why I was snooping, and I'd get busted. I didn't really see anyway out of this. I pushed off the locker and turned to the right, towards Logan and stopped dead in my tacks. Logan was standing two feet away arms crossed over his chest. "Are you stalking me now?" I blushed and opened my mouth to make up some lame excuse but he giggled. "Why don't you talk to me like a normal person? Maybe we could hang out, and you wouldn't feel the need to follow me around."

"You have been the one staring at me, like…all day for the past two days." He laughed again and pulled out a set of keys.

"How about I make it up to you? I'll get you a coffee." I eyed him cautiously until he laughed one last time, and sighed. "You can say no. I've just seen you…by yourself."

"So this is a pity thing?" He looked up at me and smiled looking down playing with his key.

"It's okay. We can do it another time. I'll see you around James Diamond." He backed away giving a small wave and quickly turned heading for the exit. I clenched my fists and sighed out hard. He was feet away from the door when I groaned and opened my mouth.

"I'd love to get a coffee with you." He stopped, hand on the door and turned, smile as big as Texas. He pushed the door open with his butt and nodded. I walked over to him and let him walk me out. When we got out in the parking lot, he walked down a row and stopped right in the middle. He got on the drivers side of a small black sports car and I cautiously got on the drivers side. I froze by the door as he unlocked it and opened his door. He tossed his bag in the back and laughed over, at me. "Are you going to get in?"

"Well…I'm afraid I'll scratch it, or something. And I don't think I'll fit." He laughed again and quickly got in, slamming the door behind him. I pulled the door open and sighed, sitting down. My legs did come up to my chest, of course and I set my bag at my feet looking around. His car was squeaky clean, with barely anything in it. There was a water bottle in the cup holder, half full, In the little middle spot there was a white Chap stick, a few dollar bills, come change and a small picture. It was of Logan, with Kendall. I sat back and glanced over at him as he pulled on his seatbelt and turned on the car. "I can't believe this is your car."

"Why? What's your car?" I pointed across the empty spot in front of us, at the black truck, my uncle bought me when I got out here. "That's pretty nice." He raised an eyebrow and slowly backed out of the spot.

"Yeah but It's not a BMW." He smiled and when he straightened out, he stepped on the gas and screeched his tires. I quickly pulled my seatbelt on, and even though I didn't really know him that well, I could tell he was upset. "You alright?" He sat back and stopped at the exit waiting for the traffic. He didn't look at me or even say anything for a minute. I turned away from him and felt extremely awkward.

"Have you even been so comfortable, felt so safe that it scared you?" I glanced back at him as he pulled out on the street.

"Well being comfortable and safe is easier, in my mind, but the moment I step out of the comfort zone, is when I get scared. So no…I'm sorry I haven't." He chuckled and shook his head.

"I am so used to my routine. I'm so used to the people in my life. The ones my parents think I should associate with, Kendall's friends. I mean…I wake up at 5:45 every day, get ready for school, get to school, go through school and then…come home so I could go to sleep and wake up to do it all over again. And I get so mad everyday I think of how boring my life is, so I find the most ridiculous things to start a fight over and it just makes things worse…what the hell is wrong with me?" I wasn't sure if it was all directed towards me, because he didn't look at me, or even acknowledge me. So I took a chance and tried to help him.

"You're a senior in high school Logan. I can hardly call your life boring." He turned to me, stopped at a red light and I swallowed hard. "Most people would kill to have it this easy. And…no one is forcing you to hang out with those certain people, or do those certain things. You have full control over your destiny, and your life and the longer you keep letting people control it for you, the unhappier you will be." He continued to stare at me and I was wishing I had a time machine. I shouldn't have opened my mouth because I just definitely ruined any chance of having at least one friend.

"You're right." He turned away and stepped on the gas going through the green light. "And I'm sorry…I just unloaded all that shit on you." I chuckled and rubbed the back of my neck.

"Don't even worry. You're the first person to even want to hang out with me."

"Why is that? I mean…you're nice, definitely attractive…" I felt my cheeks get hot and he shrugged his shoulders. "Most guys should be flocking to you." I scrunched my eyebrows together and cocked my head to the side.

"Are all the guys at that school gay?" He chuckled and turned into a shopping center. I saw a Starbucks and he pulled into a parking spot right in front of it.

"Most, but not all. And don't assume the ones who you think are, are, because you will get hit if your wrong." He quickly got out and I followed trying to keep up with him. He was halfway to the doors when I caught up. "Ya know for a tall guy like yourself, you don't walk very fast, and very far." I glared at him and he pulled the door open for me. I walked in and was instantly hit with the scent of coffee and I loved it. "What do you drink?"

"Just black coffee." He gave me a weird look but shrugged his shoulders.

"Find us a table will ya?" I nodded and we went separate ways and I found a small table with two chairs, pushed into a quiet corner. I sat in the very corner and sighed leaning back. It hadn't been more than twenty minutes and I was already starting to fall for Logan Mitchell.

When he got back to the table, two medium sized cups in hand he sat down fast and yawned. I smiled taking my cup and took a quick sip. "I have never known anyone who likes black coffee." I chuckled and leaned forward. I could faintly smell his cologne and let it invade my nose.

"It's not like I like drinking blood."

"You might as well be. There is no flavor there!" He pointed to the cup and I shook my head. He laughed and I felt my heart flutter. "SO tell me something James Diamond?" I raised my eyebrows and sipped some more of my coffee. "Why did you move out here? I mean…New York is pretty incredible. How could you want to leave?" I set my cup down and moved it around a little before looking around the coffee shop.

"Didn't you listen to your boyfriend?" I looked to him and he sighed sipping his own cup.

"I'm sorry he was a dick." He set his cup down and we stared at each other. "Is that really what happened?" His voice was soft and I fell back nodding. "I'm so…so sorry. Especially now that Kendall…God he is such a dickhead."

"Then why are you with him?" He looked up at me and raised his eyebrows.

"Excuse me?"

"Well…you were just complaining about how people control you, including him, and now you're calling him a dickhead. Why are you with him?"

"Who the hell do you think you are talking to me like that?" We glared at each other and with each passing second, he seemed to be thinking more about my words. "I…you might not understand this but I love him, and he loves me." I raised my cup and drank the rest of my coffee. When I brought it back down, I stood up.

"Well then I'm happy for you." I walked to the trash and tossed my empty cup inside. I made it all the way outside before I heard him following me.

"James Diamond!" I got right next to his car and opened the door, reaching in, grabbing my bag. I pulled it out and slammed the door behind me. When I turned eh was right in front of me. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Me?! You're the one who doesn't know how to take control of his own life, and let other people walk all over you!"

"How can you even say that? You don't even know me."

"You're right, and I am glad, and so freaking happy because you are way to messed up Logan!" I pushed past him and walked quickly to the crosswalk. I didn't really know how to get back to the school but walking, getting lost, would be better than sitting another second with Logan Mitchell.

SO…THIS IS A JOGEN. I'V ENEVER DONE ONE BEFORE AND I AM REALLY EXCITED ABOUT IT, SO LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! ALSO…IF YOU DON'T LIKE SEEING A DOUCHBAG KENDALL…DON'T READ. HE'S GOING TO GET REALLY MEAN IN THIS ONE. SORRY. …also I've never done a journal type thing. Is it stupid and worn out, or do you like? Let me know!