Kendall made a face as he walked into the new private school he had been forced to enroll in. It was some place full of snobby rich kids that only depended on looks and money, everything else didn't matter. Not his type of place. He missed his old school, Newtown High, a school full of different types of people with different cliques and where money wasn't important. You had the kids that were smart, or the athletes (his group), the popular kids, and the stoners. There were other smaller groups around, but it was diverse. A lot different than this hell hole.

Everyone had the same uniform on, well the guys had pants and the girls had skirts, but it was still the same no matter how he looked at it or who was wearing it.

He felt trapped. He didn't know why his mother thought it would be good for him if he went to school here. He looked like everyone else, but he was an outcast as soon as he walked inside.

He missed Logan, his only friend back at Newtown. When he had told Logan that his mother was transferring him he acted like it was a great idea, but he could tell he was upset. At being left behind or not coming along, it didn't matter. They wouldn't be able to hang out as much and it really crushed the two of them.

Kendall walked down the hall, ignoring the eyes on him. He was used to people giving him looks or watching him back at his other school. He was the captain of the hockey team, so some people respected him, but he was also a fierce guy with a bad temper, so a lot of people were weary of him, knew not to piss him off.

That might be why he was here. At this damn school.

Because of his temper.

Some kid that tried to start something with Logan and he had jumped in the middle of it, kicking the kid's ass. Of course he had gotten in trouble and been expelled for having done it several times. And naturally the other kid had only got suspended for a few days.

Go figure.

He looked down at his new schedule and thought what Logan was up to, if he was okay by himself, if maybe he was going to hang out with Camille and Lucy. He approved of that, knew that anyone that wanted to start shit with him would have to deal with the wrath of two of the most vicious chicks he knew.

He had spent the whole time looking down and thinking that he wasn't paying attention to where he was going, back home he didn't have to worry about it, people usually avoided him and gave him a wide berth. Here people didn't know or care who he was.

He walked right into someone and stumbled back.

"HEY! Watch where you're going!"

He dusted himself up and glancing up to see angry hazel eyes sizing him up. Kendall took a step back, determined not to cause a scene on his first day, "Sorry man." The guy straightened his shirt and tie, mumbling something about 'retarded idiots' and 'poor germs' and Kendall raised an eyebrow, wondering if maybe it was all targeted at him. If it was, he had heard worse insults. Those were nothing.

"You okay, Diamond?", some blonde girl walked up to his side and gave him a sympathetic look, as if someone had told him his puppy had died. He nodded, still looking pissed, "Yeah, I'm fine." He then looked at Kendall and he tried hard not to hold back a laugh at the anger on his face. He looked more like a spoiled child then an angry young man.

"Sorry, man.", Kendall repeated.

The guy didn't say anything and walked past him, making sure to bump into him.

The blonde turned and watched him walk away, trying to understand what his problem was. He had apologized. Maybe the guy was having a bad day.

And what kind of name was Diamond?

"Don't worry about him, he's always like that."

Kendall turned when he heard the voice to see a short Latino standing on the side, arms crossed and watching the brunette walk away.

"Seriously? Has anyone tried pulling the stick out of his ass?"

The Latino chuckled and walked over to Kendall and started leading him down the hall, he followed curiously, "You're new, so you don't know."

"Know what?"

"That guy that you walked into, he's James Diamond, also known as the King of Creative Arts."

"…this school has a king?"

The kid nodded, seemingly amused as well by the concept, "Yeah, he's always the lead male in all the plays, ends up with most of the solos in chorus, head of the student council, but I'm convinced they don't really council anything there, think they all take the time to fuck each other…oh! And he's also the nephew of the Dean and comes from the richest family in the city."

The guy was one of THOSE kind of people, was he?

Kendall nodded slowly, "So he's the Big Cohune around here." The kid nodded, "Oh yeah. Anyone that messes with him usually gets expelled by the Dean or ends up with social suicide."

"So are you in his group or-"

The kid shrugged, "We used to be friends, but last year he got really popular and it kind of got to his head…",for a moment sorrow flashed in his eyes and Kendall wanted to turn around and yell at this James Diamond kid for causing him to be sad. He looked like someone had told him that Santa Claus was fake.

Hell he looked like he might still believe in Santa Claus.

"I'm sorry to hear that…",he thought of Logan and hoped he could still hang out with him. Maybe he should text him.

"So…why are you here? We usually don't get transfers this late in the year."

Kendall looked back at him as he pulled out his phone and shrugged, expecting to answer the question some time throughout the day (he was starting to think he would just have to keep quiet), "I got expelled from my last school for kicking some guys ass for picking on my best friend." Usually when he told people about things like that they would avoid him, which was cool to him, but he really didn't want this kid to leave him alone, he seemed like the only person in the whole school that had a heart.

The kid's eyes lit up and he actually looked excited to hear the news. Kendall didn't know if he should be scared or not.

"Really!"

He nodded slowly, eyebrow raised at the joy spread across the Latino's face.

"Yeah, I got into a lot of fights at my last school. Most of them because of people picking on Logan…",he slumped his shoulders, again worrying about the genius. He quickly typed out a quick 'this school sux ass' to Logan and put his phone in his pocket as he looked back at the shorter young man.

"Oh wow! We don't get many fights here. Usually it's every rich kid for themselves…it's really dull…",he sighed and Kendall could see that the guy yearned for action, for an adrenaline rush. He didn't blame him. This place was dull.

"Really? That sucks…", he looked around to see a lot of people watching them, suspicious. They were seeing what the other kid was going to do, which he was curious about as well. Why was the kid risking talking to him?

"Yeah…the only entertainment here is the hockey team…"

Kendall's attention was completely caught and he ignored all the looks and all the people, focusing purely on the short Latino, "Did you say hockey?" The kid nodded, "Yeah! We have a hockey team. I'm part of it!", he gave a toothy grin that Kendall couldn't help smiling back at, "It's great. Top team in our league.", he then sized up the blonde, "What? Do you play?" He nodded, smile plastered on his face and he pointed at himself, pride flowing off of him, "You're looking at the hockey captain from Newtown High school." The kid's eyes widened and he could see horror in them, "…what?"

He looked around, as if someone could be easdropping, which they totally were, but he didn't actually care, "James is the team captain of the team here." It felt like someone had left the air out of his body. That stuck up bastard was the hockey team captain. Of course he was, he was at the top of everything, why not hockey as well.

Kendall slumped his shoulders, dreams of being part of the team gone, "Really?" The kid nodded, giving him a sympathetic look, "I can try to talk to him and the coach, see if I can get you a try out, but trust me, you might just end up on the bench the whole season…" Kendall never spent a game on the bench. He was always out on the rink, playing. Okay, so there was that time he got pissed off and mooned the opposing team because they were cheating, but they totally deserved it!

"Thanks…uh…I never caught your name…"

The Latino grinned, seeming to lighten up a bit, "I'm Carlos!" Kendall smiled and nodded, "Carlos. I'm Kendall." Carlos shook his hand, "Nice to meet you, Kendall!" The blonde gave a nod of agreement then the warning bell rang.

Carlos made a face, as if the bell had interrupted their chat, "Should hurry to class, only have three more minutes…what's your first class?" Kendall pulled out his schedule and looked at it, "Uh…some drama class I think…" Carlos took the schedule and looked at it, "Sweet, we have the same class. Follow me." He turned and started down the hallway and Kendall smiled and followed after him.

Logan's day sucked. He had walked to school alone, didn't have anyone to really talk to during homeroom, English, or have someone to defend him in PE when they played dodge ball. He hadn't realized how much Kendall kept an eye on him until then. He felt bad for never telling him how much he appreciated his help, he had just considered him a friend, never a body guard.

He really hated that Kendall was gone and off to that fancy private school. He couldn't stand the thought of him being around all those rich and snobby kids. He kept worrying about Kendall becoming one of those kind of people. But he knew Kendall. He would never turn into someone like that.

He wasn't that shallow.

Kendall was one of those people that was himself and didn't care what people thought of him. He would probably keep all the people at a distance for a while. The people at that school were pretty scary themselves from what Logan had heard of them.

Though he would be lying if he said that he wouldn't have wanted to go there. It was a very famous art school in the city, almost all the kids that went to it often got jobs in film and tv. Some even got on Broadway or even got jobs as artists and musicians.

Yeah, Logan wanted to be a doctor, but he still felt like he would succeed at the school. Somehow.

He couldn't sing or dance and the only acting he had was from being part of any of Kendall's crazy plans and he was pretty sure those weren't credentials to being an actor.

He was at his locker when his phone buzzed and he pulled it out and saw it as a text message from Kendall. He grinned a bit as he looked at it.

'this school sux ass'

He chuckled to himself. Of course Kendall wouldn't like it.

'I'm sorry you don't like the expensive private school.'

He pocketed his phone before he gathered his books and closed his locker and almost jumped out of his skin when he saw Camille and Lucy there. Camille looked sympathetic as Lucy looked unamused. He looked between them, confused, "…hi?"

"How has your day been without, Kendall?", Camille's voice had a tint of sadness to it and he felt like she thought was a small child. He wasn't. He was almost a grown man.

"Guys, I'm fine. It's not like he died or something.", he turned and started to walk away, heading to his biology class. The two girls followed after him and he felt like a loser, having them flank him on either side, almost making him feel like they were transporting him to the classroom safely. Had things gotten so bad that he had to have girls defend him?

"Just checking, I mean, you two were close."

Lucy had her hands in her pockets as she glanced at him with this look that told him that there was more to what she said.

"…we are best friends…yeah…"

He heard Camille sigh and could feel her eyes roll and turned to look at her, "What?"

"You're really dense…"

His shoulders slumped and he stared back forward trying to understand what she meant by it. He didn't understand. His best friend was off at another school, he hadn't died or moved to another state or something. They lived in the same neighborhood still. But he had hockey practice and what if Kendall was roped into some other after school thing or a team and couldn't make time for him? Maybe he should quit the team because Kendall was the only reason he joined in the first place.

"I have no idea what you're talking about…"

The two girls stopped walking and looked at each other. He turned around when he noticed that he was walking alone to see them having one of their silent conversations, looking at him every once in a while, "What is it now!" He hated this silent judging thing they did. It was like the eyes of God were looking at him and sizing him up, trying to figure out if he should go through the pearly gates or go down below to Hell.

If Camille and Lucy were the 'eyes of God' he knew he was screwed no matter what.

They seemed to finish their discussion and turned back to him. Camille gave a pleasant smile as Lucy crossed her arms.

"You like Kendall."

Logan stared at them, what they had said slowly running through his mind.

"…what?"

Lucy shook her head, looking irritated as Camille smiled a bit and walked over, putting a hand on his shoulder, "It's okay. We know. It's kind of hard not to."

He stared at her, his eyes widened in horror at the realization. He quickly backed away and turned on his heel, hurrying to class, "You two are crazy." Was he really that easy to figure out?

He briefly imagined Kendall finding out and that being part of the reason why he left to another school. He tightened his hold on his bag as he hurried down the hall.

"Logan! Come back here!", Camille called out to him, but he ignored her. If they knew by just being around him he just knew Kendall must have known. What if other people knew? He cast a look around and saw that no one was really paying him any attention; then again they never really did unless they wanted something or wanted to start something.

He stopped and took a deep breath, he was thinking about this way too much, letting his imagination take hold. Kendall wouldn't leave him because of that, he'd say something about it. He wouldn't just run off without an explanation.

Besides, Kendall was gone because of Mason, the meat head wrestler had jumped him when he had said he wouldn't be able to do his homework for him. Then Kendall swooped in and saved the day.

He couldn't help smiling at the thought of it, how Kendall always saved the day like he was Batman or something.

"Logan?"

He shook his head and snapped back to reality to see the two girls in front of him, giving him concerned looks. He rubbed the back of his neck, "Look, don't worry. You two have no idea-"

Lucy pointed at his shirt, "I think you were drooling." He looked down quickly to see for himself if he had in fact been 'drooling'.

He heard the rocker girl chuckle and looked back at her to glare, noticing he had been tricked, "Ha ha…real funny, Lucy…" She shrugged, smiling.

Camille pat his shoulder and urged him to start walking again, "Hey, cheer up. Everything is okay. You can trust us with the information. We won't tell anyone." Logan followed her, thinking about it again. If they already knew, there was no point in denying it.

Right?

He sighed a bit, knowing Lucy was following after them, "Yeah…"

"Yeah you like Kendall or are you just saying 'yeah you know you can trust us'?"

He glanced over his shoulder at Lucy before he shrugged, "…both?" He could feel Camille smile next to him and felt his cheeks heat up a bit as he neared his next class, "I'll see you guys later…"

The girls gave their 'byes' and he walked into the room and slumped down in his usual seat. He felt his phone vibrate and pulled it out as the other students filtered into the room.

'Kay, so the school doesn't suck that much'

He raised an eyebrow and texted back: 'What made you change your mind?'

This time a reply came back quickly.

'found someone that actually has a heart'

He didn't understand, but he decided to humor Kendall.

'That's good to hear.'

He looked at his phone to wait for a reply but heard the door shut with a slam and quickly put his phone up when the teacher started talking. He felt his phone vibrate but didn't risk getting it out.