Logan.
Summary: "Oh, Kendall! When will you learn, don't trust every innocent smile." He whispered, his words were warm and twisted. This is our story.
Warnings: Dark themes, violence, slash, blood, drug references, occasional curse. You have been warned. [Kendall's P.O.V]
Disclaimer: I don't own BTR.
Chapter One: Determination.
Let me introduce myself, I'm Kendall. Awkward 16 year old guy, I'm not very interesting. My math homework is usually done faster than I can run track, and I have a strange thing for men with British accents. If you didn't pick it, I'm gay. But I have trouble admitting it to myself sometimes. I have no friends, well there's my mom, but she's my mom so she doesn't really count. But I guess you could say my little sister, Katie is a friend.
I currently attend, Duluth East High, home to James Diamond and Carlos Garcia. They're the jocks, the bullies and the ladies men. If you haven't fucked one of them by the time you're a sophomore, you're pretty much screwed for the rest of your high school life. By now, I'm sure I'm the only one who hasn't given them a bathroom blow job.
The only party I ever went to was Camille Roberts' 2nd Grade Princess Party, and I was the only boy there. Oh, but there was this one party, last month, at Jo Taylor's house, it was crazy fun, but I was humiliated when she spilt her vodka on my pants, and told everyone I wet myself. But I didn't. So now I get called either "Pissy Pants" or "Pee Pee".
My life was all but good, that is until I met Logan. Here is our story.
"Hey, I'm Logan!" I looked up from my tuna surprise and saw the pale white hand in front of me, waiting to be shaken. The boy by the name of Logan, smiled innocently at me. Expressionless, I threw my head back down to focus on my food. It's not that I was a loner, and I hated making new friends, but he seemed too nice to be for real. So I ignored him, well was that a bad decision? Yes, it was an awful decision.
Logan pulled the chair across the blue linoleum, and stared at me with his sweet caramel brown eyes. I couldn't help but smile at the table every time he would let out a sweet cough or sigh.
Two minutes, soon turned to ten. And Logan was still there, silent and staring. My mind was a mess, I didn't know whether to say something, or to just stay silent and let him wander off on his own to make a friend who would actually give him some purpose in school. But no, my mouth had other ideas, and soon enough, it opened.
"I'm Kendall. Sorry I ignored you before." I looked up at him, and smiled awkwardly.
He brought his hands from under his chin, to his lap and smiled, "That's okay, I'm kinda used to being ignored."
A sudden feeling of sorrow hit me in the gut, but I wouldn't let him get to me.
"So, are you new or something?"
Logan huffed, "Yeah."
"Why are you making it sound like it's a terrible thing?"
"I guess it isn't terrible. But it's hard being new."
I knew how he felt; every day of my school life was like I was the new kid, "I know how you feel."
Logan's eyes widened, "Oh, you're a newbie, too?"
"What? No. I – I," I trailed off, looking around at the rowdy teens, "Doesn't matter."
"No, tell me!" Logan was determined, determined to be my friend, determined to fit in. But he would never fit in if he was my friend.
The bell rang for next period, ripping my bag from beneath my chair; I stormed out of the cafeteria to beat any hallway bullies.
Logan stumbled behind me, "Kendall! Kendall, wait!" I stopped and walked over to him, "Uh, can you, show me around?"
"I guess." I didn't know what else to say, nobody had ever asked me to 'show them around' or even stayed with me for that long.
"So, you'll show me around?" Logan smiled at me, his eyes sending me into a trance. He let out an awkward cough, "Kendall?"
"Oh, um, yeah, sure." I was waiting for him to hit me with a smart ass comment, but he didn't. He just smiled and nodded.
We went our separate ways, ready to meet up later.
Rocking on the balls of his heels, Logan was there in his letterman jacket, waiting for me at the lockers. "Took you long enough!" He spat.
"Sorry. I had to finish my chemistry test." I said, throwing my books into my locker, slamming it shut when I was done.
We walked down the deserted hallway, a good distance apart. "What did you want to see?"
"The school preferably, but you are the tour guide! So, you lead the way." Logan was a little sarcastic with his words, but I liked it.
I laughed, and said "Well, these are the lockers, great for keeping books, and being pushed up against," Logan chuckled, "I would show you how that works, but I don't know you very well yet. And I don't want to hurt you."
"Fair enough, what's this?" He pointed to a red door, and started jiggling the handle.
I rushed over to him, "Don't touch it!"
"W-Why not?" He kept shaking it, until I snatched his hand away.
"Nobody knows what's in there, must be the principal's drugs or something." I laughed sarcastically.
Logan scoffed, "Why would the principal have drugs? More importantly, why would she keep them at school?"
"I was joking!" I laughed and pulled Logan away to show him the rest of the school.
"You're quite the joker, aren't you… Knight." He smiled at the ground and shuffled along.
Confused, I stopped, "Wait, how do you know my last name?"
"I know everything about you Kendall!" He playfully slapped my chest and giggled.
"What? I've never even seen you before."
"Who says I haven't seen you before?" Logan cocked an eyebrow. "Just playin' with ya buddy! Don't worry."
"Oh." I sighed.
Logan leaned into my ear, and whispered, his hot breath trickled down my neck, "You better watch your back, though."
Six words never sounded so threatening. With a smug smile, he pulled away and we returned to the tour.
Something about him, had me enticed, and I wanted more. He was like a drug, his smile captivated me. The way he said my name, intrigued me. Little did I know, Logan was just about to pull me into his world.
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