Prologue

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How I Got To Meet Logan Mitchell

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"Travis, that can't be what I think it is, right?" I asked my best friend nervously. He turned and looked at the man approaching the famous boy band and his jaw dropped.

"Oh yes, that's definitely a gun," he replied quietly. "And he's definitely aiming it at them. I can't say I blame him, but-"

"-Come ON, Travis, this is serious!" I scolded. "Life or death here! And no one is seeing this but us! I gotta do something. I can't just stand here."

"Wait, Jenna, what do you think you're going to go?" he asked as I ran out in front of the screaming crowd of girls. The mysterious figure was cloaked in an entire black ensemble, so he blended in well with the horde of people. I pushed my way through the girls and saw his finger begin its descent towards the trigger.

"LOOK OUT!" I screamed, even over the gunshot. The bullet was flying straight towards Logan Mitchell's chest, and I knew it, too. I flung myself with just the right amount of force over the red velvet rope, right in front of him. The bullet collided with my left arm, and I screamed in pain, falling to the red carpet. A bunch of security guards came and grabbed the man, quickly calling the police and an ambulance. I lay sprawled out in front of the famous stars and moaned over and over again.

"'Effin A," I swore as my sickly red blood poured out of the wound. You could tell the bullet was buried deep under my skin, and it wasn't going to be easy to get out.

"Oh my God," Logan finally said, kneeling beside me. This was the most unfortunate twist of luck ever- here was the guy I'd been waiting forever to meet, and I was bleeding my guts out in front of him. I tried to smile, really, but the best I could do was a sickly grimace.

"I-I'm Jenna," I told him.

"Jenna….thank you," he said slowly, watching my wound. He tore off a piece of his sleeve and bound it around the wound tightly. I screamed again in pain, but the bleeding was beginning to stop a little. "You literally saved my life."

"A-Anything for you," I whispered (to my complete and utter horror). He smiled a little, and I saw the flashing lights of the ambulance headed towards us. The crowd was literally in mass panic; girls were running everywhere, screaming, and here was Big Time Rush huddled around me.

"We owe you Big Time, Jenna," James said, kneeling beside Logan.

"Oh God," I cried out, my arm still throbbing. "It- ow, fuck!" Logan's hand reached up and brushed my cheek several times, causing me to blush and the pain to die away just a little bit.

"Why would you want to save my life?" he asked.

"Your life is….greater than mine," I answered just before I finally blacked out in pain.

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Warning- This story contains Travis seriously hating on Big Time Rush, lots of OC lovin', and some serious sexy BTR!

All my love,

Destinysfailure.