Hey so here it is! My 2nd story! Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own big time rush, this is AU though, so it's not even really about btr is it?

Oh! And a shout out to Lil' Boy Monster for helping me with titles

And one to bigtimerushlovers for giving me some advice on the story.

"You're failing my class."

These are not the words Kendall Knight expects to hear. How could he? He is Kendall Knight, captain of the hockey team (and in Minnesota, especially at Middleton high school, that's a big deal. The most popular guy in the school, the senior currently dating Jo, the head cheerleader. Tall and blonde, with green eyes that could make anyone swoon, he's the guy all the girls want to date and all the guys want to be. He's Kendall Knight, and he doesn't fail at anything.

Except, apparently, Geometry.

"W-what, but it's only the beginning of the year!" How could this happen, he thought to himself, ok so he had gotten a D on that one quiz, and the one before that, and the one before that and-oh fuck.

"Which is exactly why I'm talking to you now, so you'll have a chance to improve." Mr. Filmer said in his creepy monotone voice, and god if possible Kendall found him even more annoying, with his 3-piece suits and cheap wig, I mean who was he trying to fool, Kendall thought bitterly. After which, he feels a tiny bit of guilt, but then Mr. Filmer says his next sentence.

"I've spoken to your Hockey coach, Mr. Beare." And yep he's back to hating him, because if coach has found out he's failing he's pretty much a dead man.

"We agreed, benching you wouldn't be prudent, considering that we're in line for the championship this year." To which Kendall smirks, because being the star of the hockey team has some perks. "So instead we agreed upon rigorous tutoring, I have an AP calc student, who has already agreed to help out with tutoring, so this works out quite nicely" And the smirks vanishes, because studying with some dork is so not how he wants to spend his weekends.

"Don't I get a say in this?" He interrupts, because seriously this does not at all sound fun.

"Not if you want to play." Is Mr. Filmer's reply to which Kendall snaps his mouth shut. "So you'll meet him after school in the library, I've already cleared it with your coach, you're free from hockey practice, any objections?" He smirks when Kendall just glares at him, before tightly shaking his head. "Didn't think so, you should get to class now Kendall." His tone clearly showing that the conversation is over.

Kendall storms out of the classroom and into the halls, where he proceed to run into someone holding a mountain of books and papers. He shakes it off, glaring at the nerd on the floor.

"Watch it!" He growls at the boy, before storming off, angrier then ever.

"Sorry!" Logan shouts, great, just great he berates himself, only you Logan only you could make such a stupid move as to piss of Kendall Knight. He sighs and begins to collect the papers, could my life possibly get any worse he thought miserably, just as a limited edition Buster Clyde sneaker stepped onto the paper he was reaching for, of course.

"Careful, nerd." James Diamond sneers before turning away, Tall, dark and handsome, and also a member of the hockey team, James is Kendall's right hand man and in Logan's opinion, pure evil.

"Nerd, yeah like I haven't heard that one before, so original."

"What was that?" James says sharply, turning back to face Logan. Crap, I said that out loud, didn't I? He thinks as he prepares himself for his impending doom.

BRRRRIIIIINNNGGGG, the bell rings for the next class, saved by the bell. Logan sends a stream of silent thank-yous upward as James turns to go to class.

"You got lucky this time." He warns turning away.

Logan sighs before continuing to pick up his stuff. This isn't anything he isn't used too and it's quite funny really because with his looks, he could easily be at the top. It's true, with his black spiky hair, chocolate brown eyes and pale skin; he could make many a girl swoon. Sure he's kind of short, but he's got muscle under that small frame. No, looks aren't the problem at all, his one fatal flaw, his intelligence. And his is not the type of intelligence one could hide, because he was Logan Mitchell. The sweater-vest, khaki wearing nerd. The class valedictorian (or at least he was sure to be), The straight A+ AP, honors student. The shining example of a model student, the one teacher adored and the one parent wished their kids could be. And for that reason, they punished him, they didn't have a choice really, it was one of those unofficial high school laws. Thou shalt pick on the nerd. Logan knew all this and resigned himself to it, because really he knew any action on his part would only bring him grief.

He finishes picking up his books and sighs, before remembering what he was originally going to do, before he almost got murdered twice, in the hallways. It's his lunch period, but he had to go see Mr. Filmer, something about tutoring.

He sighs again at this thought, Mr. Filmer, why had he even agreed to do that tutoring thing? He asked himself, even though he already knew the answer. Mr. Filmer had ties at Harvard and a letter of recommendation from him went a long way, problem was he rarely gave them. Logan had had to beg and plead and finally agree to do the tutoring job his senior year to get it, and it worked, he got in. And now it's time to pay the price, he thought wearily as he walked into Mr. Filmer's class.

"Ahh, Mr. Mitchell, my favorite student." Somehow Logan thinks he isn't being entirely serious, call him crazy.

"You wanted to see me Mr. Filmer." He says tiredly. Mr. Filmer purses his lips, at Logan's less than enthusiastic response, before continuing.

"Yes, I did, as you remember last year you agreed to tutor some of my failing students in exchange for my letter of recommendation." He smirks at Logan's tight lipped nod (because really he's one sadistic bastard). "Well, I've found a student, he's on the hockey team and it would be a great loss to the team if he were to fail." Oh, joy. He was going to be tutoring one of the puck heads that had tormented him for the last three years. "Here is the student's name and the course he is taking." He said, passing a folded slip of paper to Logan. "You are to meet him in the library after school today, now if you'll excuse me, I must be going." He says leaving, not even giving Logan a chance to respond.

Logan sighs inwardly and shuffles towards the cafeteria, before he remembers the slip of paper in his hand.

Please, don't be James Diamond. Please, don't be James Diamond. He chants silently as he unfolds the scrap of paper and looks down at the name written on it.

Kendall Knight

Oh, Fuck.

That's it for chapter one. Please review, I could use all the help I can get. (Just not in grammar, I'm a lost cause). Seriously, I don't know whether this was good or not (I'm an artist and as a rule we have to hate our work.). Anyway, I'll probably update sometime this week, depending on whether or not people like it.