I do not own Big Time Rush or any of it's characters (sadly)
Peek into the Past - Chapter 1
Logan slammed his front door shut and bolted to school. He didn't care if it was miles away; he refused to get in the car with his father. Sweat dripped down the front of his purple polo and his legs ached under his khaki shorts. Once he met up with his best friend, Kendall Knight, outside of the Knight's home, he felt safe.
"Good morning, Logan," Mr. Knight told him. Logan had always wished his dad could be more like Mr. Knight. Loving, caring, and fun to be around. Well, when he was around.
"Morning, Mr. Knight," Logan replied.
"C'mon, Log, let's get to school!" Kendall whispered, grabbing Logan by the arm and making an abrupt right after the Knight's driveway.
"Your dad is really cool!" Logan complimented Kendall while they waited at a crosswalk.
"Meh, you know. He's home this week, but the next he's in Iraq," his friend sighed, running across the street. The dark-haired boy scampered across the street, barely missing a speeding car.
"Hey, guys!" a Latino boy stopped and waved at the two best friends.
"Isn't that, um, that dorky neighbor of yours?" Kendall whispered.
"He's nice, Kendall, give him a break. He's nice," Logan said, skipping up towards the Latino. The three met up and walked to Ms. Sinclair's fifth grade class. Unbeknownst to Kendall, Logan had a really big crush on their teacher. That's why he always answered questions and studied for tests. It paid off, though, because now Logan was one of the smartest kids in the whole fifth grade.
"Good morning, boys," Ms. Sinclair said as the three walked into her classroom.
"How's your day going so far, Ms. Sinclair?" Logan asked, blushing a little.
"Very well, Mr. Mitchell. Now go take your seats," she replied. He stifled a boyish giggle and took his seat, front row, right across from the teacher's desk. Kendall sat behind him. One of the secretaries walked in, almost cradling a new student. The teacher and secretary exchanged a few words while the new kid checked out some girls in the fifth row.
"Class, can we give a warm welcome to our new student, James Diamond?" Ms. Sinclair said. Kendall snorted.
"Diamond? What kind of last name is Diamond?" Kendall whispered to Carlos and Logan, shoving a pencil between Logan's shoulder blades. Logan winced.
"James, do you want to tell the class where you're from?" Ms. Sinclair asked him, putting her manicured hands on the fifth-grader's shoulders.
"Well, I'm from New York. And I wanna be famous!" James said, shrugging his new teacher's hands off of his shoulders. Kendall let out another snort.
"That's lovely, Mr. Diamond. You can have that seat right next to Mr. Knight. I'm sure the four of you will be great friends, right?" Ms. Sinclair asked them.
Up until lunch, everything was fine. Kendall hadn't bothered to make eye-contact with James, Carlos was playing with pencil erasers, and Logan was paying attention all hour. The recess bell rang, in which most of the students left for the cafeteria.
"Hi, James. I'm Kendall," Kendall said, after hours of no contact.
"That's nice. Do you want to play tag after lunch?" James asked. Kendall couldn't resist on saying no to a game of tag, so they head off to the lunchroom. Logan and Carlos were surprised on how much they had in common.
"Carlos, do you mind leaving for a moment? I feel that I need to talk to Logan alone," Ms. Sinclair said. Logan's heart skipped a beat. This was either really good news, or really bad news.
"Logan, honey, is everything okay? You know, with Mom and Dad?" she asked, putting her hand on the fair-skinned boy's shoulder.
"Yeah, uh, everything is fine," Logan fibbed. He toyed with his green backpack's straps and swallowed a glob of saliva.
"You know you can tell me when something's wrong, right?" she said, looking him in his deep brown, childish eyes.
"No, Ms. Sinclair. Everything's fine. No worries," Logan said, flashing a dimply smile that gets everybody to swoon. His teacher smiled back and shooed him off to lunch.