"I already kissed you four months ago. Was that not good enough?"

Kendall Knight was, once again, arguing with his girlfriend. They were typical high school sweethearts. He was the quarterback of the school's all-star football team. She was a member of the cheerleading squad and had fallen in love with the blonde when they first met in the 11th grade. Their relationship seemed flawless. There was only one small problem between the two.

"Kendall. We've been dating for over a year now! I'm just saying, it's weird that we still haven't had sex." Jo added.

Kendall looked visibly annoyed as he fiddled with a book in his locker, as to avoid looking at the girl chewing his head off. "Do I need to explain the entire concept of our promise rings again?"

Jo couldn't help but roll her eyes. "No." Kendall turned his head to look her in the eyes and smile. "Listen, babe. I love you. I don't wanna hurt you. Waiting until we're married will be the most wonderful part of our lives. And besides, Beau and his girlfriend have promise rings too."

"You mean the freaky hick from Georgia? I don't want to be compared to them, Kendall!"

Jo's boyfriend knew on some level, she was right. He never really felt much of a connection to her. While she was easy to get along with and rarely fought with him on anything not pertaining to their sex life, he couldn't imagine that he was ACTUALLY in a relationship with her. To Kendall, they just felt like really good friends. He proposed the idea of promise rings early in their relationship, but far enough into it when he was expecting her to attempt to take it to the next level. He was just so damn sweet to her, she couldn't say no at the moment.

Around the corner, a short brown haired kid around the same age was working on his science fair project amongst some of his other nerdy friends.

"Jeez, Logan. You're nearly finished with your project! What is it you're trying to do again?" Camille, the boy's lab partner and closest female friend, asked.

"Oh, I'm uh, trying to come up with a new solution for cleaning just about any household items. Dishes, clothes, paint, ya'know." Logan didn't even look up from his notebook filled with pages of formulas as he responded to the girl.

Camille began to slide her delicate fingers up Logan's surprisingly beefy upper arms. "Maybe you could, uh, come over to my place tonight and help me a certain equation." The shorter male became noticeably uncomfortable. His eyes widened and his mouth losing moisture.

"Heheh. I'd love to Camille! Honestly! But sadly, I gotta be up late and uh… shave my dog! Bleep blop bloop." Logan didn't waste any time getting out of the room. He quickly picked up his beakers of varying chemicals and placed them in a large cardboard box. Camille couldn't help but stare at his ass, swing back in forth while speeding in his tight pair of khakis. None the less, she still followed him out the classroom.

Logan, while hilariously unpopular, wasn't that way because of his appearance. The boy knew certainly how to dress and looked impressively handsome. His reason for being an outcast was because he was too damn awkward. He couldn't keep up a steady conversation without spazzing out over something completely irrelevant.

Meanwhile, James Diamond and his posse of dumbasses were roaming the halls. He was your run of the mill slacker, dude bro type of guy. Didn't pay attention in class, wore flatbills to school and had been in detention so many times, it was a wonder he hadn't be expelled.

With him was his best friend, Carlos Garcia. Not much brighter than James, but definitely crazier. Lucy Stone, James' previously on and off girlfriend. And TJ. Some weird kid who nobody really knew.

Earlier in the year, James had come out to school as bisexual. His friends were supportive, and no one else ever gave him shit for it, considering he was intimidating as hell. If anybody had a problem with it, they kept it to them self, like Kendall Knight.

Speaking of which, James was currently making his way to the blonde and his girlfriend.

"Aye blondie." James said with a grin as he rested his elbow on one of the nearby lockers and slightly leaned down to be closer to the girl's face.

"Oh, hey James." Jo was somewhat confused. James had barely spoken a word to her in all of his life. Right now he was looking deeply into her eyes, like he was trying to entrance her. Kendall was seeing the whole thing and not impressed.

"So, word on the street is, Kendy here won't fuck ya'. FYI, if you get fed up with it, I'm always available." James barely had enough time to slip in a wink at the end before Kendall pushed the taller boy away a couple of feet.

"She's not interested.." James looked ready to strike. No one had laid a finger on him since he beefed up after they left middle school.

"Kick his ass, James!" Carlos said excitability. "Shut up, Carlos."

James moved in closer to Kendall, identically to how he was with Jo seconds earlier. "Sorry, man. Are you mad I didn't offer to fuck you either? Because word on the street is also, you're a huge fag."

The next thing Kendall knew, his books were on the ground and his hands were around James' neck. Despite being the quarterback, Kendall wasn't all that built. He mainly gained his position on the team from his speed and durability. James had given him a few blows and Kendall had yet to show any sign of giving up.

The two were in a blind fury of hits and punches and practically went around in circles striking each other in the open area of the hallway. Everybody nearby were watching them. Everyone except for the boy speeding down the hallway with a box full of chemicals.

Logan was looking down at the contents of his box and was too focused on the awkward moment he had just suffered through with his best friend. Too distracted to notice the full on fist fight going on that he was nearing. So distracted, he ran right into them.

The only injury Logan sustained was Kendall's elbow to the face knocking his glasses off. His box of glass beakers however, fell from his grasp and shattered immediately once they hit the floor, stopping the fight.

"SHIT! Are you okay!?" Kendall asked while helping the nerd regain his balance, after being blown back by the force of the blonde's elbow. Before even opening his mouth, he was cut off by the other teen a part of the fight.

"Look what you did to my fucking shoes!" James said while pointing at his now ruined shoes. The color was fading from them due to the multitude of chemicals Logan had spilt on the floor around the three boys. "I'M kicking your ass after I'm done kicking this kid's ass!"

"Ahem." James was startled to turn around and see the school principal standing there, putting a stop to any future harm he would inflict on either of the other boys. "You three. My office. Now."

Whispers flooded the hall and all three males turned to look at their friends before being whisked away to the office by their principal, Mr. Rocque. Jo and Camille looked sorrowful, having never seen either of their boys get in any type of trouble. James' friends were used to it by now and just gave him a sarcastic filled thumbs up.

Logan was hyperventilating whilst sitting in between Kendall and James, waiting for their principal to arrive in his office. "Calm down. You didn't even do anything." Kendall said, half trying to calm the boy down and half trying to get him to shut the fuck up.

After finally getting into his office, Mr. Rocque gave a quick explanation as to what type of punishment James and Kendall would be getting into.

"Listen here, boys. I can't necessarily, how do you say.. give my star athlete detention. The coaches would murder me." That particular line caused the blonde's eyebrows to shoot up. Looks like he was getting out of this consequence free. "What!? That's not fair, he started the fight! Why should I get detention and not him!?"

"Now, Mr. Diamond, I never said that. You aren't getting detention either. Heck, you've had it so many times, I think one more would get you kicked out of this place. I don't want that. I see a bright future for you!" James could sense the sarcasm in the man's voice.

"Mr. Mitchell here has been a great representative these past few years at the state science fair. But he can't give us our great publicity with a couple of broken containers and some ruined shoes. Which is why you're punishment will be to help this young lad restart his entire project from scratch after school."

The tall brunette's body tension loosened up. "How do you even know we'll help him."

"I trust Logan enough for him to tell me everything. And if attempt to harm him, I can assign a more brutal punishment than detention. I can trust you right, Logan?"

Logan took a moment to snap back to reality after examining every cut and bruise on Kendall's arms and neck. "Oh, heheh, sure thing Mr. Rocque!" he said with a chuckle.

"Great, does that sound good with you boys?" "Sure." the blonde said with the least possible amount of excitement possible.

"Mr. Diamond?" James took a second to let out a deep sigh. "Sure.."

"Fantastic. I'll let you boys work out the details. Have a good day." Logan was the only one to respond as the three got up from their seats and exited the room. "Thanks, Mr. Rocque!" he said in a chipper voice.

Logan stopped the taller boys walking ahead of them to explain their game plan. "So I figured we could work at my house every night after school until we're finished. We could work out some times and I'll give you my address through text if I..had your numbers.."

The other two exchanged phone numbers with the boy, who cheerfully left ahead of them, leaving them alone in the secretary office with the school secretary, Ms. Wainwright. Both just stared each other in the eyes, clearly pissed that they were being forced to work together, rather than just getting detention and being able to put the whole thing behind them.

James wasn't exactly sure, but he was pretty sure he heard Kendall mumble "queer" as they walked out to face the rest of the school.