So this idea just kinda came to me the other day and I was wondering what you guys thought about it. If I get enough interest I'll continue it, but I want to get other's opinions first. Anyway, enjoy!

You could say Logan Mitchell was excited for his senior year to start. But a more accurate way to put it would be to say he was excited for it to start so that it could end as soon as possible. Ever since that day freshman year, high school has been a living hell for the small brunet. The only thing to keep him going was his strong desire to make it out of this town and go to a good school so he could fulfill his dreams of being an excellent doctor. Which is why he was thrilled to finally be able to take AP Anatomy and Physiology this year.

He made his way to his locker, but not without being pushed once by a jock who said, "Watch where you're going, nerd." The nerd comments didn't bother the small boy anymore; he knew it was just part of having straight A's. As Logan organized his locker and backpack for the year, he reminded himself that in the future when he was a rich and successful doctor, these losers would still be stuck here working at McDonald's. Logan was beginning to feel a bit better about himself as he closed his locker when the football captain, Jett Stetson, walked over and shoved the smart boy into his own locker, cackling as his buddies, Dak Zevon and Wayne-Wayne looked on. "Happy new school year fag," he said with a laugh, before he walked off, getting caught in the sea of students flooding the hallways.

The brunet stood there, still pressed up against the locker for a second, trying to fight off the tears. After going a whole summer avoiding the heartless assholes, and attempting to mend himself, those five words tore into his heart, recreating the wounds he had tried so desperately heal. He needed a release for the pain, he had to let some of it go. But he fought himself. He was doing so well lately. After five minutes of inner turmoil the warning bell rang, snapping the small boy out of his thoughts. He decided it would be best to get to class since it was the first day after all, and if the pain was still bothering him, he could deal with his problem at lunch. He pushed his way into the crowd and let it carry him to his first period of the year, Statistics

Kendall Knight had a different story. The second he walked through the doors of the school he felt like all eyes were on him. It made him feel uncomfortable, like ants were crawling all over his skin. He couldn't figure out why everyone seemed to be so suddenly interested in him. Relief flooded him when he saw the faces of his two best friends. "What's up guys? How was your summer?" he asked. Sure they were best friends, but Carlos had spent the summer in the Dominican Republic with his extended family, James was with his dad a town over as per the custody agreement after the divorce, and Kendall had gotten a job at the supermarket that took most of his time so he could get money for college. But his friends weren't answering his question. Even they were staring at him. "What the hell is going on? Why is everyone staring at me? Do I have something on my face?"

Carlos opened his mouth presumably to say something when he was interrupted and pushed aside by Jo Taylor, who proceeded to turn to face Kendall. "Hey Kendall," she said with a smile and a bat of her eyelashes. "How was your summer?"

"Um, good. How was yours?" he asked, confused as to why one of the most beautiful girls in school was suddenly approaching him when she had never even looked at him before.

"It was nice," she replied reaching out and touching his arm. "Well I'll see you around," she said with another bat of her lashes and walked off.

"What the hell was that?" Kendall asked his best friends incredulously.

"Dude, Jo Taylor was flirting with you!" exclaimed Carlos.

"I get that; I can tell when a girl is flirting with me. But why would she randomly talk to me now?"

"Because you changed over the summer. You look totally different," explained James.

"I do?" Kendall asked.

"Camille come here!" Carlos called to their brunette friend across the hall.

"Yeah Carlos?" she replied walking over to the three best friends.

"Does Kendall look different to you?" asked James.

She looked him up and down. "Yeah. Kendall what did you do this summer? You got hot!"

He gave her a confused look. "I did?"

"Fuck yeah you did! You're taller, thinner, and more muscular. If I wouldn't be competing with Jo, I'd flirt with you too," she insisted.

"You saw that?"

"Everyone saw that," she said pointedly before walking off.

As he watched Camille walk away a small brunet boy passed behind her, making his way to class, catching Kendall's attention. He watched the bookworm and admired his figure wondering what more there was to the smaller boy. As the brunet rounded the corner Kendall turned back to his friends to see them grinning at him. "What?" he asked.

"You're gonna be breaking a lot of these poor girls' hearts this year," said Carlos.

"Yeah I'd be jealous of all the attention you're getting from the ladies, if you weren't–"

"Don't say it!" whispered Kendall, harshly glaring at his pretty friend. "Someone could hear you!"

Carlos bit his lip before saying, "Kendall, don't get me wrong, I respect your decision but… how long do you plan to wait to tell?"

Kendall sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, "I don't know. It just doesn't feel right yet."

Carlos and James exchanged a glance. "Well whenever it is right, we're here for you buddy," said James clapping his blond friend on the shoulder.

"Thanks guys," Kendall replied with a sincere smile.

The warning bell for class rang causing James to say, "Hey I've gotta go, my first period class is in the other end of the building. I'll see you guys at lunch."

Carlos and Kendall told their friend goodbye, then parted ways with each other as Kendall walked to his first class of the day, Statistics.

So it's not long, but I was just trying to set up the base for the story. Reviews would be awesome, I'd love to know what you guys think [even if it's just a simple yes or no], because I think I'd like to really go somewhere with this. The title is still subject to change as I get farther into this. Reviews are love!