AN: Sorry if this is kind of short, I had to leave and I wanted to finish it before I did. This is my first story, so please be patient with me. Thanks.(:

Chapter 1- The Beginning

Logan rolled over in his bed as him alarm clock bleated loudly in the early hours of the morning. He looked at the clock, which read 6:30, and groaned. It was the first day of his junior year in high school, and he was not prepared at all.

See, in his school, there weren't just people hanging out with other people. It was separated into groups of standards and hobbies. There were the jocks and their popular girlfriends, the bullies and the terror that followed them, the nerds and outsiders, and many more. But then there was Logan. He didn't fit into any of those groups. He just kept to himself and did his work. At lunch, he would sit at his own secluded table and sadly eat alone; lost in his own thoughts of what boring thing he could do next. It was the same thing every year; just being alone with nobody to talk to.

Sighing, he rolled out of his bed and walked over to his bathroom, unhappily going to go get ready. As he walked over to the door, he glanced at the pictures he had kept on his dresser. One was of his real parents, who had died five years ago; the other, was of his old best friends, James and Carlos.

When his mother had passed away, due to a car crash with a drunk driver, James and Carlos had been there for Logan when his father began to become depressed. There were times when Logan had to go days, maybe even a week, without eating, due to the fact that his father was too upset to eat. He was only eleven at the time, and he didn't know what to do. James and Carlos would take him to their homes and let him eat, and relax for once without having to worry about making sure his father was okay. Then, one day, Logan went home to find the house quiet. He frantically yelled around the house, searching for his father. When he finally found him in his parents' room, he ran over to him. His lips were a pale blue, and pills littered the floor around him.

"Dad," Logan yelled, shaking his father. "Dad, please!" He shook his father's arms, knowing that it would do no good. Calling an ambulance, he sat himself up against the wall, tears streaming down his cheeks.

After that day, Logan was set in a deep depression that wouldn't subside. He wouldn't leave his room, wouldn't answer texts or calls, wouldn't talk to anyone. It was only after a week that the police came in, ready to take him and find him a new home. And Logan just let them. He was numb. He had no feeling.

After two years of staying in an adoption home, a kind family from the same area that Logan had grew up in adopted a thirteen year old Logan. He was still depressed, but he did all that he could to become a great son. At home, he was a cheery, fun-loving guy. But in school, he was a loner. His old best friends had lost touch with him, and moved on to greater things. Logan was stuck alone by himself. Which is exactly why he was dreading going back to that hell-hole this year.

Slowly washing his face and brushing his teeth, he tried to keep all of the bad thoughts out of his head as he thought about the positives of this year. He could work really hard in his studies, and get into medical school like he wanted. But he could also end up staring off into space and missing all of his notes like he did last year. Sighing once again, he tore off his shirt and grabbed the other one he had brought in, ready to change. He looked at himself in the mirror. Why am I so hideous? He thought to himself as he ran his eyes over his own body. I am a mistake. He threw the shirt on and quickly changed his pants, stopping to look once more in the mirror. He ruffled his hair a bit until it appeared somewhat spiky, then stared into his own, sad brown eyes, before shutting off the light and leaving the room.

"Good morning sweetie!" Logan's foster mother, Jessica, yelled. She set a plate of pancakes and bacon in front of him, moving to kiss his head. "How did you sleep?"

"Fine," He lied, forcing a smile as he dug into his breakfast. He was used to eating fast, since he had to walk to school. He quickly ate and drank some juice, then grabbed his bag.

"Bye mom, love you," He yelled, walking out the door. He pulled out his iPod while he walked, dreading the day that awaited him.

When Logan got to school, he went to the cafeteria to pick up his class roster, then went to his homeroom. He looked around the classroom, checking to see if there was anyone he knew. Not that it mattered; he knew they wouldn't talk to him anyway. But it was just nice to see if there were. He saw a few familiar faces as he looked around, including James and Carlos. But there was someone knew this time; he accessed the guy that James was talking to. He had heard of him before, but he was never in his class. He was tall, but not taller than James. He had soft, somewhat shaggy blond hair that reached the top of his dark, bushy eyebrows that sat overtop his beautiful green eyes. His smile was even and beautiful, and when he laughed, dimples appeared on his cheeks. Logan knew him as Kendall Schmidt, the head captain on the hockey team. He never got the chance to talk to him, or know what he was like. But one thing that he knew was that the boy was gorgeous. Logan forced himself to look away, knowing that Kendall wouldn't like it if he caught Logan staring. He pulled out a book as he glanced back at Kendall again. And he might have been crazy, but he was sure he saw Kendall glancing right back at him.

Logan made his way to Civics class after 3 hours of Gym, Biology, and English classes. As he walked into the classroom, his eyes immediately went to the gorgeous blond in the back of the room. He was facing away from him, but he knew right away that it was Kendall. He slowly made his way over to the seat next to him, trying to avoid the Kendall's eyes that he could feel were on him. He shakily sat down, pulling out his notebook and his pencil. He could still feel Kendall's eyes on him as he looked up at the board and began to copy down the notes that were written. He glanced up again and accidently made eye contact with Kendall. Shit! He thought to himself, quickly looking back to his notebook. I am so stupid! He slouched down his seat, sighing once again. He heard a noise next to him and cautiously looked up at Kendall, who raised his eyebrows at him. God, those eyes…Logan couldn't help but stare. He shook his head and looked away, trying to focus on his work. But the only thing he could think of were those green eyes staring into his brown ones, full of compassion and love; of what would happen if those hands that were now copying notes in the seat next to him were all over his body, in his hair, running down his stomach in a sweet, seducing way; of those sweet lips that Kendall was now biting on as he was paying attention to the teacher, on his, and that tongue slowly roaming through his mouth as they kissed roughly. Logan shook his head again, scolding himself in his mind. Oh fuck it. He thought, sighing once more. I've got it bad for Kendall. And I barely even know him. What the hell is wrong with me? And with that, the bell rang, jolting Logan from his thoughts and making him rush to pack up his notebook and go off to the next class. By the time he was finished, the beautiful boy that was once next to him had disappeared.

By the time Logan got home, he was extremely pissed off at himself for how much he had thought of Kendall. In all of his classes, that was all he could think about. He had even doodled the name a few times without thinking, only to scribble it out and erase it. He sat down and prepared to do his homework, but moaned in anger when his thoughts went to those green eyes again. He was never going to get anything done thanks to Kendall. Sighing, he got up and went to go take a shower. As he got in and the hot water hit his body, he thought of Kendall, standing next to him, kissing him tenderly as the steam fogged up the room and the water ran down their chests. Kendall would run his hands through Logan's hair, and Logan would slowly run his hands down Kendall's body, until he got lower and lower. Jolting himself from his thoughts, he turned off the shower and got out. He covered himself with a towel and walked into his room, shutting off his light and laying down. Maybe some sleep would help him out.

That night was the first night he had dreamt of Kendall.