Disclaimer: Big Time Rush belongs to me in no way, which sucks because there are too many homosexual undertones for those boys not to be together.

AN: Okay, so the 'bad boy Kendall' thing has been done a million times, but there's a reason for that. As some of you may know, there is a fic built around the same plot. It's called Bad Boys Know What They Want, it's great, and I've been rereading it for years. However, it is unfinished. It might have been abandoned, but there hasn't been any news on it since July of 2013. While rereading it recently, I got the idea to do my own BTR high school fic. I'm going to try to stay away from making too many similarities, but this is going to have bad boy Kendall and Nerd Logan. However, beyond that, there shouldn't be too many clashes.

BTW, it's been a while since I've seen BTR, so it might be a little OOC, but I tried. If you have any thoughts or advice, let me know.

THERE'S ONE MORE THING. This is going to be updated every Friday, and it'll probably be early in the day, maybe noon.

Okay, now onto the story!

**MWEL**

Chapter One

Logan didn't know what to do.

There he was, just minding his own business, when he felt someone watching him. He could actually feel their eyes on him, a chill running down his spine.

It was a Thursday, and he was in the library an hour and a half before school started because he wanted to get a start on his homework, freeing up his weekend.

A weekend which he was probably going to use to get a head start on next week's work.

So sue him, he was a good student.

He was on great terms with Ms. Jensen, the librarian, and she gave him the door code so he could go there when he needed to take a break. He usually just bunkered down in the stacks, often forgotten about until he emerged.

Anyway, as far as Logan knew, he was the only one with the code who would be there that early, so who was watching him?

Suddenly, he heard heavy footsteps, and something that sounded like . . . chains?

Logan had a brief moment of hysteria, but he beat it back down. He always tended to think the worst, and then he freaked out even more than necessary.

It was probably a teacher, or a janitor, or someone else who wouldn't want to harvest his organs.

Still, he grabbed his bag and threw it behind a shelf, crawling to the end of the aisle and hiding behind the bookcase.

The person had been getting closer, and Logan found that he could kind of see them from his crouched position. They'd stopped two bookcases from where he was, but all he could see was their bottom half. They were wearing dark, tight jeans with numerous chains on them and mid-calf combat boots, which made Logan even more nervous.

They were the kind of clothes that some of the tougher kids in school wore, and not many of them had ever been kind to him. He considered himself lucky that he made it through each day without getting injured.

Logan tried not to judge people by their appearance, but he'd seen enough of what those kids did to people to feel bad about it.

Focusing back on the (possibly dangerous) situation at hand, he looked back up . . . and froze.

They were gone.

Oh god, he thought. I don't want to die! I'm too young and I've never had a girlfriend!

He held his breath, waiting. He couldn't hear anything, so he decided to take a chance.

Logan peeked out from the bookcase . . .

And looked straight into huge, green eyes.

AN: If you have any advice or whatever, tell me! Leave a review and let me know what you think!