A/N: What's going on everyone?! Okay, so since a couple of my stories are coming to an end, I figured now was as good a time as any to lay down the groundwork for my next story! It's slightly different from my other stories, but I'm excited about it. If you like my story Worlds Collide, then I have a feeling you'll like this story.

So without further ado, here's the first chapter of Treacherous!

Prologue

I let out a sigh as I walked into my dorm room, trying my best to drown out the noise that was coming from down the hall.

"Idiots." I muttered, knowing that half of the people at the party were probably drunk out of their minds by now.

I walked over to my bedside table, smiling fondly as I picked up the picture that rested on the table.

"I miss you guys." I said softly, rubbing my thumb over the frame.

It was one of the few pictures that I had kept all these years. It reminded me of simpler times. Times that my family was still alive…

I was brought out of my thoughts when I noticed something, or rather someone in the reflection. I slowly placed the picture back on the table as I instinctively reaching for the knife on the table before turning around and throwing it. I felt a little surprised as the stranger caught the knife with ease before it could even touch them, but I quickly brushed it off.

"Who are you?" I asked, preparing myself for a fight if need be.

"Now is that any way to treat a friend?" The figure asked before stepping into the light that shined into the room through the window.

I couldn't help the soft gasp that left my lips as I saw who it was.

"Logan?" I asked, wondering if my mind was playing tricks on me or not.

"Hey Ken." He said, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"What are you doing here? And how did you get into my room?" I asked, quickly regaining my composure.

"Well security isn't exactly tight around here. And as for why I'm here, can't a person just visit a friend for the hell of it?" He asked, but I knew better.

"Of course a person can visit a friend for no reason. But excuse me for having a hard time believing you since you've had two years to visit me, but didn't." I said, throwing myself down onto my bed in the process.

"Touché." He said as he moved to lean against the wall.

"What are you doing here?" I repeated, giving him a suspicious look.

"Fine." He sighed before moving over to window. "We've got a problem."

"No. We don't have a problem. You have a problem. I meant it when I said that I was done Logan." I said sternly.

"You know as well as I do that things don't work that way Kendall." He said tiredly. "How many times have we tried having normal lives only to get dragged back in?"

"Don't remind me." I said bitterly, just noticing the hopeful look in his eyes. "Fine, I'll bite. What's the problem?" I asked, knowing that I was probably going to regret it.

"There have been a few deaths in the area lately. Most of them within miles of this school." He said, making me raise an eyebrow in confusion.

"So? Deaths happen all the time." I said, not quite seeing what the problem was.

"True. But twelve deaths in the span of a few days in one area isn't normal." He said, making me let out a groan.

"Let me guess, you think these are attacks we're dealing with?" I asked, although I already knew the answer.

"Don't play dumb Ken. You know as well as I do that these are attacks." He said tiredly.

I had to admit that he had me there. I knew from years of experience that these were attacks.

"Okay, you've got me there. But what does this have to do with me? I mean, I haven't even been here a week yet." I said, which was true.

I had only been here for about two days, and since it was Spring Break, I haven't really had a chance to meet anyone or make any friends here since I've been focused on moving in and everyone else was busy partying.

"Well…" He started in that tone that told me that I more than likely wouldn't like what he said next. "You're already enrolled here, so it kinda makes sense to have you see what you can find out." He said, giving me a nervous smile in the process. But that smile quickly faded as I shook my head.

"No. No way." I protested, feeling like an idiot for even considering it. "I came here to build a life for myself Logan. I refuse to let myself get dragged back in." I added sternly.

"Kendall," He sighed, choosing his next few words carefully. "I know you want out. Heck, so do I. But are you really going to just stand by and let innocent people get killed when you know there's something you can do to stop it?" He asked, making me glare at him.

"That's a low blow and you know it." I said harshly, knowing that he was playing at my weakness.

"But you know I'm right. You'll never forgive yourself if you just stand by and let innocent people get hurt." He said while giving me a sympathetic look. "Just… can you at least look into it? See what you can find out?" He asked softly.

I stared at him for a second, pondering over his words.

I knew that he was right. If someone else dies and I know that there was something I could've done to prevent it, I'd never forgive myself. But I also knew that if I agreed to this, I'd never have a normal life.

"Fine." I said, making my decision. "Classes start back in a couple of days. I'll see what I can find out then." I assured him, rolling my eyes at the smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Great. I… I guess I'll be in touch." He said before walking towards the door, stopping a couple steps in front of it. "And Ken?"

"Yeah?" I said, wondering what else he had to say.

"For the record, I really did miss you." He said before leaving me to ponder over his words.

I let out a groan as I heard someone knocking at the door of my dorm room, and I could tell who it was by the erratic knocking.

I reluctantly got up, making my way to the door before opening it, revealing my hyper best friend on the other side.

"Hey Jamie!" Carlos exclaimed before barging into the room, making me roll my eyes in the process.

"Hey. Um… no offense, but is there any particular reason that you're here right now?" I asked before closing the door.

"What do you mean?" He asked, looking genuinely confused.

"Come on 'Los, I told you that I needed to get some rest." I groaned as I made my way over to my bed before throwing myself down onto it.

"But I'm booooooored!" He complained while moving to lean against the wall.

"What do you want me to do about it?" I asked.

"Let's go do something!" He said, his child-like demeanor quickly returning.

"No. No way." I said immediately, ignoring the slight pang in my chest.

I didn't miss the way that Carlos' face fell slightly, sympathy clouding his features.

"Is this about the attacks that have been going on?" He asked softly, to which I just nodded my head, not quite trusting my voice at the moment.

"Jamie, I know that this is hard on you. That this is reminding you of your mom's death. But-"

"Don't. Just… don't." I said, cutting him off in the process.

"But you can't let that stop you from living your life." He said, putting a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"You just don't understand Carlos." I muttered while letting out a shaky breath.

We sat there in an uncomfortable silence for a few minutes, but as I looked over at my mother's picture, I couldn't help but think. I knew that she wouldn't want me to mope around, but I just couldn't bring myself to have any fun.

I looked over to Carlos, fighting the urge to roll my eyes as I noticed the childish pout on his face.

"Fine. Do you wanna hang out here and watch some movies?" I asked, chuckling a little as he eagerly nodded his head.

"I know the perfect movie to start with!" He exclaimed before making his way over to my DVD collection.

"I know I haven't been the easiest person to deal with lately, but... I'm working on it. I know my mom would want me to live my life. To enjoy it." I said honestly, knowing that I've gone too long feeling sorry for myself.

"I get it Jamie. I mean your mom was murdered, and they never even found the killer." He said softly as he made his way back over to me. "That's enough to send anyone over the edge. But not you." He added, giving me a small smile that I couldn't help but return.

"I know that you think you're weak because of how hurt you are, but you're not. In fact, you're one of the strongest people I know. And I know that you're going to get through this." He finished.

The way that Carlos could go from child-like, to wise old sage in a matter of seconds never failed to amaze me. But I appreciated it, because it was times like this that it came in handy.

"Thanks 'Los." I said softly as I brought him into a hug. "I don't know what I'd do without you." I whispered.

"Well then I guess it's a good thing you never have to find out." He said before breaking the hug. " Now come on. We have two more days before classes start again. And like it or not, you're going to enjoy them." He said as he went back to setting up the movie.

Done! So I know there a lot of questions left unanswered, but they will all be answered as the story progresses.

With that being said, I'd love to hear your guesses! Specifically you're thoughts as to what Kendall and Logan might be.

I'd also love to hear your thoughts on the chapter in general and if you all would like to continue

Until next time!

-Epically Obsessed