Author's Note: Hey, I am back! I hope you don't mind 2 posts in one day, I didn't think you would ^-^ Anyway, ever wonder how Carlos and Logan met in high school or what they were like before BTR? I did, so I am taking an attempt, I hope you all enjoy it! Please review and maybe tell your friends?

Chapter 1: I'm stuck with who?

Carlos POV (My absolute fave POV)

My grades were never good, I could manage to get C's and B's if I really tried my hardest. Mr. Harris handed me my test with a note instead of a grade, 'See me after class.' was written in his perfectly neat handwriting. My friend, Kate, showed me her usual 'A+' flashing a smile trying to hide my test. She knew without me telling her so she put her test in her binder.

"Sorry, Carlos, I thought you said you were studying last night when I called you." She had a look of sympathy on her face.

Kate always looked out for me but she could never get me to do anything related to school work. When I told her that I was studying, that was a lie, I spent all afternoon and most of the night playing my guitar and working on a song. The bell rang and everyone fled the class room, except me of course.

"Mr. Garcia, I told you before, if you do not focus then I will have to fail you. Now I have arranged for a tutor to help you after school in the library, if you choose to not show up then I will not let you make up this test. Am I making myself clear?" Mr. Harris had a calm attitude whenever he was teaching or going over the homework, the only time he ever got mad was when a student, 'Me,' continually showed no effort.

"Crystal clear, who is going to be my tutor?" I hoped it was Kate but I doubted Mr. Harris would ever let that happen.

"Logan Mitchell, perfect timing." I turned to see a guy standing at the door. He had on a black long sleeve shirt and a pair of dark jeans. The Vans on his feet were beat up and held together with duck tape. Even his clothes were ratty and I smugly wondered if this kid was even smart enough to tutor me, a junior in Pre-Calculus.

"Mr. Mitchell is in Advance Placement Statistics, a college level class. So I figured he would be able to get something through your thick skull." Mr. Harris then ushered us out of his room, ending the longest day of my life.

"Hey. I'm Carlos. I guess you got stuck tutoring me." I joked trying to make this kid smile. He had to be a freshman, he looked like he was. "Are you a freshman?" I asked.

"Let's go. I need to get home in an hour so we need to get started." He said coldly and headed in the direction of the library. I followed him, wishing that this day would just end. We sat down in the library and got to 'studying.' I tried making conversation with him but all he was concerned with was making sure I did my work. I didn't understand the first problem so he explained it, writing steps on my paper, neat and simple.

An hour and a half had passed and I barely knew anything about my tutor, all I had to go off was his name, Logan Mitchell. His face grew pale when he realized that it was half past 4. He politely excused himself and literally ran out of the library, he left his bag and books behind. I tried to tell him but he was gone.

'I can't be that dumb that he would flee without his stuff.' I sadly made fun of my lack of intelligence, while I gathered his belongings and left the silent hell. I stopped by the front office and asked the secretary for his address. She hesitantly gave it to me, after I explained why I needed it. The address took me to the poverty affected area near the freeway overpass.

I knocked on the correct numbered house and patiently waited for someone to answer the door. A tall man flung the door open and it slammed against the wall behind it. He smelt like alcohol and cigarettes when he asked me what I was doing here. I told him I was a friend of Logan's and he laughed.

"That fag? You his 'friend' alright, you all are just the same." I cringed at his obvious hatred and pointed to the stairs. I quickly made my way up to the second floor and couldn't figure out what room belonged to Logan. I knocked on every door until I heard a soft 'Come in' call from behind the door.

"Hey Logan, I brought your stuff, you ran out so fast you forgot it." I laughed handing him the bag. He nodded at me and politely asked me to leave, he said that he had to get dinner started, finish his chores and do his homework. I left without another word to him or his drunken father, who I heard laughing from the couch.

I walked home when I got a text message from a number I didn't recognize. 'Thank you. L.' I assumed it was from Logan but I didn't know how he got my number. I sighed, deciding that it was best if I didn't know. Logan, from what I saw today, doesn't talk much so I felt like I had to make him talk, after all everybody needed someone to talk to, right?

Logan POV

I heard the front door shut and my dad laugh downstairs. I stayed quiet while I made his dinner and cleaned his mess. I didn't want to piss him off further, I was late coming home from school and he didn't believe that I was tutoring another student. After he ate I washed his dishes and went straight to my room to get started on my homework. I had my cheap CD player playing and my headphones on so I couldn't hear him open my door.

A/N: Oh No! What is Logan's father going to do! Oh, wait I know, and I am not telling! Please review if you guys want me to continue this, and I apologize for the short chapter….I will try to make it longer…. Have a gratastic day! (Good and Fantastic combined!)~RAY~