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Words: 3,414
Rating: Teen
Pairings: Logan/Kendall, Logan/OC, Kendall/OC, James/OC, Carlos/OC
Summary: 17 year old Logan Mitchell is your typical nerd. He's unpopular, unnoticed, and unappreciated. 17 year old Kendall Knight is your typical jock. He's popular, hot, and idolized. What happens when an unlikely romance blossom when they are paired for a History project.
Warning: This story contains slash. Its mild though
Disclaimer: Big Time Rush belongs to Nickelodeon. Stacey Jane Johansen, Poppy Perez, Mariah Zadro, and Melhena Jones belong to their creators.
Two
It's the middle of fifth period; and seventeen year old Kendall Knight should be inside the massive, three stories high, school building. He should be in his United States History class on the second floor, seated in the very back by the large windows overlooking the football field. Instead he's outside in the student parking lot, leaning on a moss green 1989 Honda accord, a Marlboro cigarette at his pink lips. With him are his two best friends since Kindergarten James Diamond and Carlos Garcia. They're having their daily mid-morning cigarette break. James slipped a fifty to a custodian working on the windows, so they wouldn't be busted and kicked off the team. The clouds are a soupy dull gray; there is a thin layer of dirty slush covering the asphalt of the lot and the dead brownish grass nearby. It is at below freezing, and Kendall's face and fingers are frozen from the extreme cold.
Kendall is half listening to James brag about his newest sexual rendezvous with some random freshman girl. Carlos, who's coughing miserably, is hanging on James' ever word, but Kendall really doesn't give two shits.
James is always hooking up with someone, whether it's with his own girlfriend skank extraordinaire Poppy Perez, or some forty-year-old soccer mom in the middle of a mid-life crisis, or even a foreign exchange student from Zimbabwe who can't speak a word of English. Kendall can't help but be friends with James, they live in the same neighborhood; they're both on the varsity hockey team, and behind all of his ludicrous bullshit James is actually a pretty cool dude.
Kendall puts the cig to his lips and takes a lengthy drag, expertly letting the toxic air spew out of his pointed German nose. James changes the subject to his girlfriend.
"I went over to Poppy's place yesterday and walked in on her sucking some guy off" James says swaying the cigarette that's secure in his fingers back and forth in a crazed fashion.
Kendall's rolls his turquoise blue eyes with a hint of agitation.
James and Poppy have this weird open relationship, where they hookup and flirt with other people, they catch each other in the act, they don't talk for half a day swearing that they are so hurt and pissed, then they kiss and makeup.
Kendall's initial idea is to say nothing and let his friend hear himself blabber; however, he can't resist opening his mouth.
"You're so full of shit," Kendall replies with a discreet smirk. He interrupts James mid-sentence, both of his pals look at him since he's said nothing the whole time.
James gives him a look, and he smirks mischievously. "Coming from the virgin" he states smoothly with a mocking smile.
Kendall's eyes almost bulge out of their sockets, but then narrow into a glare. The only person who knows that Kendall is a chaste virgin is his girlfriend Mariah Zadro.
So how the fuck does James know?
"How the fuck do you know that?" Kendall asks in a low whisper.
"I have my sources" the brunette responds with a goofy arrogant smile. The smile that says I'm a complete asshole and I love it.
Kendall tries to rack his brain for possible suspects on spilling his secret.
He looks at Carlos, who's innocently looking at him with red-rimmed eyes. Carlos doesn't have a long enough attention span to even remember being told, and Mariah doesn't like him. He thinks to Mellie, and quickly scratches her off the list. She's just too nice and clueless. Kendall then realizes the culprit. A very bitchy and slutty culprit, he might add. It has to be Poppy. Mariah probably told her, and the Brazilian/Bolivian beauty blabbed to her boyfriend. That skanky ho bag!
He's a little embarrassed of the fact that he's the only virgin in his group. He's probably the only virgin in eleventh grade, except for the Jesus freaks who believe that any type of sex is evil.
James has slept with every female human being in the small town that they live in, and Carlos has probably done the dirty with his girlfriend Mellie. There's nothing wrong with being a virgin, except the fact that being a teenage boy and a virgin is like having a permanent "Kick Me" sign on your back.
"I can't believe you haven't tapped Mariah's ass yet" James shakes his head, so strands of his deep chestnut brown hair cover his grayish eyes.
"That's none of your business" Kendall replies dismissively.
"What would everyone think if the most popular guy in school is a total virgin?" James asks to no one in particular. "Even my man Carlos has gotten some action. No offense dude" he adds.
"None taken" the Latino says in a hoarse voice.
"You better not tell anyone" Kendall threatens.
James just laughs and pretends to think.
"I'll think about it"
"I'll tell everyone that you have a secret Chinese daughter named Ming" Kendall improvises with a malicious grin.
James stops for a minute by looking into space; he then jerks his head to look at the blonde. "Hey, that's not even true!" James whines.
"People don't have to know that" Kendall shrugs his broad shoulders.
"Even if you feed everyone that bullshit, chicks dig the whole teenage daddy thing" James muses with a triumphant grin.
Kendall and Carlos give their brunette friend you can't be serious looks.
"Yeah… tell yourself that" Kendall says sneeringly. He drops the butt of his cig to the asphalt ground, and squishes it with a Nike clad foot. He then proceeds towards the west hallway entrance, James and Carlos trailing him. They all bound down the empty hallway, walking past the weight room.
"We need to get late passes" James says.
"We need to find that lady Boobs" Carlos adds.
"It's Babs" Kendall corrects.
As if on cue, a familiar female's voices calls to them from the opposite direction. "Where you boys going?" the voice asks.
Knowing exactly whom the girly East Coast voice belongs to, the three best friends whirl around on their sneakers with innocent boyish grins plastered on their flawless faces. "Hey Babs" they say simultaneously, almost melodic. She's just the woman they are looking for.
The forty two year old woman saunters towards them, a rhythmic swing in her petite, size zero hips. Barbara or Babs for short, is a new school aide, who moved to Lakeview from some school in Brooklyn, New York.
Even though they would never admit it, the boys take total advantage of the middle-aged woman. Babs is the reason why they never really get into any trouble.
"Aren't ya'll supposed to be in class?" Babs asks placing a small, freckled hand on her jean-clad hip. She has her clipboard tucked under her arm. The boys say nothing, since they haven't come up with a good excuse. However, they all spit out completely different answers.
"We just went to the nurse"
"We got out of lunch"
"It's our free period"
"Stop playing around" Babs replies.
The boys look at each other at a loss for words.
James then steps forward, ready to do what he's best at.
Flirting of course!
"You look stunning as always" James purrs, giving the woman a flirtatious wink.
Babs rolls her deep oak colored eyes, a bit flattered. James' claim is such an overstatement. She's dressed in a pair of faded hipster jeans that are snug to her narrow waist and fall loosely down her short legs, a scoop neck homecoming t-shirt that shows off her fake balloon sized cleavage and the butterfly tattoo on her left boob, and cheap rubber flip flops (even though it's freezing outside.) Her long stringy beach blonde hair is in a messy ponytail, strands lining her leathery tanned oval shaped face. Her eyes are lined with charcoal colored eyeliner in a messy cat eye look, and her lips are painted a trashy red.
She crosses her skinny arms across her chest, and frowns at the teenage boys. "What do you boys want?" Babs asks in her New Jersey like accent.
"Can't we just be nice?" James asks defensively and a little whiny.
Babs glances at her silver cubic zirconia watch that is hanging on her bony wrist. "You boys are twenty five minutes late to fifth period and you all reek of cigarette smoke" she raises a thin overly arched eyebrow. The woman taps her size four feet, waiting for a clever rebuttal.
James throws up his arms in defeat and sighs, "Okay fine!" He sticks out his bottom lip, "Can we get passes to class?"
Babs examines the three boys, who are all smiling with hopeful grins on their faces. She seems to have finally grown a backbone, except she crumbles. She rolls her eyes and flips through her clipboard to pull out three fresh pink late slips.
"Y'know boys I can't always do this" Babs says authoritatively as she scrawls the needed information onto the slips. She hands each boy a pass, and they gingerly accept. James engulfs the less than five feet tall woman into his muscled arms.
"Thanks sugar" he coos.
"Get to class boys" she commands, she can't help but smile.
The boys bid their adieu and all go in opposite directions.
One of the few non-AP classes that Logan has is United States History. He's sitting in his usual seat, in the middle by the large windows, overlooking the football field. This is the only class that Logan completely despises. He could care less about the Monroe Doctrine, the Spanish-American war, or Manifest Destiny. This is also his lowest class average, a measly ninety. His mother never lets him forget that Lyndsey not only took AP United States History, she had a ninety-eight in the class. The only reason this class sucks less is that SJ is in the class. She sits next to him.
Ms. Cooper, the twenty-seven year old teacher; is talking about a new project. "With a partner you will have to pick a war that the United States was involved in and analyze it" she explains as she hands out the outline, teetering on her black pumps through the straight rows.
SJ looks at Logan, with a knowing smirk. They've always been partners for everything in this class.
As Ms. Cooper is in the middle of explaining something about partners, the classroom door flings open and Kendall Knight strolls in. He has his five-subject notebook tucked under his arm and a pink late pass slip. He hands the slip to a scowling Ms. Cooper. The woman does not tolerate tardiness, especially if you decide to walk into her class half way through the period. However, this is Kendall Knight we're talking about. What would the lady say? Kendall Knight the greatest and coolest hockey player in Lakeview history you have detention forever!
Um…no.
Unless she wants her car egged that very afternoon, she'd keep her mouth shut. Kendall walks through Logan's row to his usual seat in the very back by the window, he smells of cigarette smoke.
Ms. Cooper puts the slip on her desk and clears her throat. "As I was saying, I've decided that I will be picking partners this time, to switch things up" Ms. Cooper announces. The room erupts in a storm of groans.
Logan groans because he knows that Ms. Cooper isn't going to put the two smartest people (him and SJ) together.
SJ groans because Ms. Cooper has some weird vendetta against her and she's sure the woman would put her with someone intolerable.
Mellie (who is also in the class) groans because she frankly hates doing work, she would rather go shopping and make out with her boyfriend.
Ms. Cooper clears her throat again and picks up a clipboard from her desk; she begins to read off of the clipboard.
"Stacey Jane and—"
"It's SJ" SJ calls out. Ms. Cooper shoots the girl a scowl.
"SJ and Melhena"
SJ's pallid face turns into an expression of sheer terror. Logan feels bad for the girl; he knows that by the end of this project, SJ's going to have to get a prescription for Prozac.
Ms. Cooper's authoritative voice reads through the list causing Logan to squirm uncomfortably in his seat. He's nervous; he doesn't want to be with someone other than SJ. By the time the teacher gets to his name, his hands are quivering and a huge lump forms in his throat.
"Logan and Kendall"
Logan's face contorts into a grimace. His stomach lurches and he feels as if he has to throw up. Logan steals a glance at Kendall.
Kendall's looking out of the window completely oblivious to the catastrophe that just happened.
Logan's going to beg Ms. Cooper for another partner, he'll bribe her, and he'll fuck her if he has to. He's pretty sure that the woman would sympathize with him.
"You will not be able to change partners, so don't ask" Ms. Cooper warns. Logan lets his head fall onto the desk with a soft thud.
Just his luck.
The bell rings and Logan sluggishly gathers his binder and pencil case and stuffs them into his bag. He waits for SJ to pack up her things and they walk out of the class together. They start to walk towards the east hallway when Mellie stops them.
"Hi Luis" Mellie smiles and waves weakly.
He doesn't have the heart to tell her his real name. She's been calling him Luis since freshman year.
"Hi Mellie" Logan waves back.
"I guess I'm working with you SJ" Mellie directs towards a sullen faced SJ.
"I guess so" SJ snaps.
"What do S and J stand for?"
"Kill me now!" SJ gripes throwing her short hands into the air. She stalks off down the crowded and noisy hallway.
"Did I do something" Mellie asks innocently. Her doe like eyes wide with confusion.
"She's just in a bad mood" Logan says apologetically. Mellie then shrugs her narrow shoulders.
"I hope Stacey Jane feels better."
Kendall strolls into the clamorous cafeteria, his black Under Armour backpack carelessly slung on a sweater clad shoulder. Everyone's eyes seem to drift over to the cafeteria's entrance, curious and awed by his very presence. He even notices a group of freshman girls by the vending machines; they are all giggling shyly with ogling eyes.
Not that he minds.
He scans the brightly lit café with his brilliant blue eyes; the café is at its busiest. His usual group of friends are at their usual table by the windows, huddled together, as if they were whispering pieces of gossip so scandalous, that no one else is privileged enough to hear.
His eyes drift to the overflowing garbage cans, where a group of nerds are playing Yu-Gi-Oh, among them is his partner Logan Mitchell for that history project. He's dressed in a dorky picked-out-by-a-mother green and yellow tartan button down.
He's been meaning to talk to Logan. Kendall knows that the boy is exceptionally intelligent, since his hand is never down in class. This kid would get him an easy hundred, not that he needed it. One of the blonde's long kept secrets is that he is secretly a History buff. It's really the only class that he does well in; he has a ninety in the class. It's the only class that he feels smart in, even though he never raises his hand.
How scandalous.
Instead of walking straight to his table, the golden boy detours to the nerd table. The overweight kid with a serious acne issue and the tall lanky dude both stop the card game and look at Kendall with disbelief. Logan and a tiny girl in their class both turn to look up at him.
"Hey Mitchell" Kendall says, hands in his Levi jeans. The café goes into a hushed silence; Kendall knows that all eyes are on him.
Aren't they always?
Logan looks around with incredulousness in his eyes. "Hi" he squeaks nervously, thinking that Kendall is here to kick his ass. "We're partners for Cooper's project," Kendall replies, stating the obvious.
"Um…okay" Logan stammers, a puzzled expression on his pale face.
Kendall fishes his pocket for the yellow post-it note, with his address scrawled onto it. He hands it to Logan, who hesitantly unfolds it and examines it. A faint line forms across his nose, as he furrows his dark eyebrows. The girl cranes her neck to look at the note, and then looks up at Kendall with her big green eyes.
"What is this for?" she interrogates icily.
"I was going to tell Logan to meet me at my house tomorrow after school, not that it's any of your business" Kendall retorts. The girl narrows her eyes, and scowls at the blonde.
"Asshole" she murmurs turning away.
Kendall turns on his heels and ambles to his table. The café slowly returns to its noisy state. He wordlessly takes a seat next to his girlfriend, and wraps an arm around her narrow shoulders. Mariah swats his arm away, tilts her head, and gives him a dirty look.
"What were you doing at the loser table?" she asks in her high pitched voice, her piercing blue eyes boring into Kendall's.
"Logan Mitchell is my partner for Cooper's History project" he shrugs his shoulders, as if it isn't a big deal.
"You have such bad luck" Mariah snaps sharply, taking a small sip of her diet coke.
"I have that lard ass Zeke Anderson as my partner" James says referring to Logan's fat friend.
"I have SJ as my partner" Mellie pipes up.
"OMG I'd rather have my hair chopped off than be partners with any of those losers" Mariah scoffs wickedly. She discreetly runs her slender manicured fingers through her perfectly coiffed locks.
"It sucks to be all of you" Poppy singsongs mockingly.
"Who's you partner then?" James asks raising a curious eyebrow.
"Mariah" Poppy smiles.
"Unlike the rest of you, I know how to get what I want" the queen bee haughtily says.
Kendall can't help but agree. He remembers when they first met in the first grade.
It was an October morning, when a tall blue-eyed girl strutted into the classroom. She was dressed in a pink ruffled dress with a bow in the back. "Class, this is a new student who moved from Italy, her name is Mariah Zadro" Ms. Myers, the plump first grade teacher announced with an excited grin.
The young Mariah, with a hand on her hip introduced herself in her thick Italian accent. Her piercing blue eyes scanned the room. She spotted a very cute blonde-haired boy sitting at table five.
"Sit anywhere you want sweetie" Ms. Myers gushed.
Mariah smirk wickedly, and strolled over to table five. At that table was the blonde boy, a dark-haired boy wearing a motorcycle jacket, a Latin boy wearing a bicycle helmet, and a tiny girl who was adoringly staring at the Latino boy. Mariah made sure that Ms. Myers wasn't looking.
"Get up" she hissed at the brunette boy.
"No" he retorted.
Mariah kicked him in the knee with a brass buckled ballet flat. When Ms. Myers scurried over and asked what happened, the brunette boy said that he banged his knee onto one of the legs of the desk.
Ms. Myers sent him to the nurse; and Mariah triumphantly took a seat next to her blonde crush.
"Hi, I'm Mariah" Mariah confidently replied to the blonde.
"Hi, I'm Kendall" the blonde greeted.
"You're my new boyfriend" Mariah said sweetly kissing Kendall on the cheek.
The only thing that Miss Zadro doesn't know how to do, is give up her virginity.