Open Your Eyes

Chapter 2

"Why don't you just tell him?" Jo questioned.

I sighed, running my hands over my face. I had explained to her a million times already. The answer was obvious. At least to me it was. Jo never seemed to agree. "I can't tell him because he's dating Jett." I explained with slight annoyance.

"So? When you thought I had a boyfriend, it didn't stop you." She pointed out.

I chuckled a bit, remembering the way I pawed after Jo when she first arrived at the Palmwoods. "That's different. You didn't really have a boyfriend."

"You didn't know that." She smirked at me. I groaned and rolled my eyes. I hated it when she was right. And she was right a lot. She placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. "You should at least try. You never know, he could feel the same way." She encouraged me like she always did.

I scoffed. "I doubt that. He's way too into Jett." My shoulders went slack, and I slouched further into the couch in the lobby with a pout.

The blonde rolled her brown eyes at me, a small smile playing at her lips. "You're just stubborn."

Jo had proved to be a good friend throughout this entire ordeal. When we were dating and I realized I was in love with Logan I broke it off with her immediately. I didn't want to string her along if I didn't feel anything for her. She was upset at first (as expected) but after a few days of the silent treatment and a little pouting she came around. She had become my confident in a way. I went her with the things I couldn't tell my friends, mom, or Katie. She was helping me a lot with Logan. Keeping my confidence up, comforting when necessary, and talking me down whenever I had the urge to bash Jett's stupid face in.

"I don't see what the attraction is." I was honestly at a lost. "Logan is the smartest person I know, and I've met loaves of bread smarter than Stetson. And they fight all the time, but Logan keeps going back. I don't get it. I understand algebra better than my own best friend."

Jo looked thoughtful. "I once read an article that said that people in these types of relationships keep going back because they're getting something from that person that they think they can't get from anyone else."

My forehead wrinkled in thought and my lips pursed. My eyebrow shot up. That was pretty interesting. I perked up a little bit, thinking that this could finally help me. Help me do what, I wasn't sure, but it couldn't hurt to know why Logan wanted Jett so much. But I was drawing a blank. I couldn't come up with anything. I glanced over at Jo who still looked thoughtful. I briefly wondered if we were thinking the same thing. "Something like what, though?"

She shrugged.

I groaned, deflating again, muttering a small "thanks" for her getting my hopes up, only to bring them crashing down again.

Her hands shot up in the national sign of defense. "It could be anything." Her expression once again grew thoughtful. "It could be material, physical or go as deep as something emotional."

I sighed. Everything about this situation was just so vague. I wasn't getting answers. Much like my genius friend, I felt like everything had an answer. Not everything could be explained, but everything has an answer.

Logan wasn't the materialistic type. He wouldn't date someone just to get nice things. For as long as I had known the genius he had called people like that "morally reprehensible" or something like that. Jett wasn't an emotional kind of guy. He wasn't that deep either. He was emotionally handicap and shallower than a kiddie pool. That just left the physical. What could Jett give Logan physically?

I shook my head to avoid the obvious answer. The thought, honestly, scared the hell out of me. "I just wish I knew why so I could do something about it."

"So you can break them up." Jo spoke.

"No." This time I was getting defensive. "I just want to do something about it."

She had a small smile on her face, her eyes shifting slightly. "Something like...breaking them up."

I huffed, sitting up suddenly. "Can you blame me? Jett is so wrong for him. He acts like a total dick, and Logan expects me to be nice to that jackass."

"So? Why can't you be nice for once?"

"Because I hate him." I said bluntly.

Jo snorted. "Because you're jealous." She poked my side.

I pouted again. "Could you stop that?"

"Stop what?"

"Being right all the time. Some guys don't find that very alluring."

She chuckled. "Well, it doesn't matter anyway, because you already promised Logan that you would be friendly." She smiled smugly at me. I childishly stuck my tongue out at her, not able to say anything back to that. She knew Logan was my weakness. She just rolled her eyes at me, but she was still smiling. She glanced over her shoulder at the sound of the elevator's ding. "I guess that's starting now."

I turned around as well, seeing Logan and Jett exiting the elevator together and heading toward us. I blew out a breath. "Okay, I can do this. I just have to be nice." I shrugged.

Jo nodded encouragingly. "And I'll be right here beside you the whole time. I'll help you if you slip up."

I nodded with appreciation. I wasn't much of an actor, after all I hated being fake, but I could be nice. I'm nice to everyone. I can be nice to Jett.

"Hey, Kendall, Jo." Logan smiled at the two of us, pulling a reluctant Jett along with him as he walked over.

My eyes drifted to their connected hands. My eyes narrowed and I involuntarily let out a low growl. "Behave yourself." Jo leaned over and whispered to me.

I sighed and cleared my throat in an attempt to compose myself before Jett and Logan stopped in front of us. "Hey," Jo and I smiled up at them, though mine was a little forced.

We all turned to Jett who had remained silent. He had a stubborn pout on his face, head turned to the side so he wasn't looking at us. He looked like a ten year old who refused to eat his vegetables. "Jett," Logan hissed, narrowing his eyes slightly, jabbing the drama star in the side with his elbow.

Jett turned his head sharply, glaring at the short boy. Logan glared back, pursing his lips in a line, shifting his eyes from Jett to me then back to Jett. The brunet actor stood defiantly under his boyfriend's gaze.

Jo and I sat there watching the whole silent conversation go down. I felt a small surge of jealousy at the sight of their ability to communicate without the need for words; but it was actually quite amusing to watch. The big, tough, TV star's "holier than thou" attitude crumbling in less than a minute while under the harsh glare of the smaller, less than intimidating, brunet.

Needless to say that Jett Stetson was whipped and I took an odd satisfaction in that.

The brunet sighed heavily finally looking at us. "Hello, Kendall." He gritted out.

I chuckled glancing at Logan with a raised brow. He locked eyes with me before he rolled his eyes, shaking his head slightly at Jett's sad attempt at being nice to me. I smirked, finding that we could also communicate without words.

Jo cleared her throat, the situation must have been taking an awkward turn. She moved to stand. My head whipped around in a slight panic, grabbing her arm. "Where are you going?" I whispered quickly.

"To get a smoothie." She smiled innocently, but here eyes held a slight mischievous glint. She turned to Logan, with the same innocence that I could see right through. She was up to something. "Logan, would you like to come?" My eyes widened as I caught on. "This way Kendall and Jett could have some..." She smirked at me. "bonding time."

I glared at her before shifting my eyes to Logan. No. No. No, please, Logie. Don't make me do this. I can be nice, but I can't handle "bonding time" with him. I pleaded, needing this silent communication to work now more than ever. With one look at Jett's face I could tell he was hoping for the same thing.

"Sure," Logan ignored us, moving to follow Jo.

Jett gripped his hand tighter, keeping the short boy in place. "But I thought we were going to the movies."

"Later, okay? Just hang with Kendall until I get back." Logan pulled his hand free from the actor's desperate grip and walked off with Jo.

"Jo," I called after her, one more sad attempt for her save me and put a stop to this, but she just smiled and continued on her way.

Then we were alone.

"Well, if we're going to be stuck together, we might as well get to know each other." Jett's melodramatic voice boomed as he sat in the seat across from me.

My eyebrows shot up. I was not expecting him to say that. "Okay..."

"Let's start with me." He leaned back into the seat, looking off into the sky. "I was born on a hot day in California..."

I inwardly groaned.

This was going to be tough.