Author's Note: Thanks for all the reviews! I'm glad to see you all like it! :3 I did get a couple people asking about Camille and I have to say I forgot I introduced her ._. but she will be making an appearance in chapter 8. So hang in there! Anyway, this is where the language picks up and is why it's rated M. Oh, and be sure to read Titled Heart's stuff. She is amazing. :3 Let me know what you think of the chapter! :3

Disclaimer: I still do not own BTR.

I woke up the next morning dreading the school day. It was Friday and for some reason Friday's were always the worst for me. I have a theory, it's because my tormentors would be going through two days of withdrawal so they like to make it last. I fixed my vest in the mirror and closed my eyes. I'd survive today just like every other day. "You can do this," I whispered to myself. "You're better than them. Don't let them get to you." I opened my eyes and stared at myself in the mirror, ignoring how my eyes had become misty.

I grabbed my backpack off the floor, tossing it over my shoulder, and left the comforts of my room in favor of facing the horrors that is the public school transportation system.

The bus was waiting at the end of my block and I ran to catch it before it left without me. Panting as I climbed the stairs, the bus driver smiled and nodded to me. I took a deep breath, kept my eyes down, and moved to take a seat. There was always one empty seat for me, in the back. So that I would have to pass by everyone and they could all take their jabs at me. As I moved fists would come out, punching me wherever they could reach.

I winced when one of them punched me in my ribs and quietly thanked god I had made it to my seat.

"Now I feel like I gotta wash my hands to get the faggy off," one of the jocks on the football team laughed. His comment was met with a chorus of laughter and I shrank slightly into my seat. Sometimes I really hated my life.

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I walked through the main hall of the school trying to make it to my locker, when suddenly a foot caught my own and I flew for a bit, before crashing into the floor face first. I winced and moved to stand, only to be shoved back down by the same foot. There was laughter all through the halls and I colored slightly in embarrassment.

"I bet you like being on the floor dontcha cocksucker," Wayne smirked down at me. I glared but stayed silent. Eventually a teacher would come. "What's wrong queer? You like being on the ground like that?"

"Hey," Mr. Rocque yelled, immediately earning everyone's attention. Wayne jumped off me, backing away.

"He tripped," he said nervously.

I kept my eyes down and my face straight, sitting up to gather my back pack.

"Logan, are you ok," Ms. Wainwright asked, rushing to my side to help me up. She was beautiful and strong, but I think she had a weird crush on Mr. Rocque which I would never understand.

"Yeah," I whispered. "I'm fine." I smiled at her slightly, and looked at Rocque.

"Logan what happened," Mr. Rocque asked, staring at me with concerned eyes.

I glanced around the room, seeing the glares from Wayne's friends and already knew what would happen if I told the truth. "I just…tripped," I whispered, adjusting the strap on my shoulder.

Mr. Rocque stared at me before moving closer whispering, "if you don't tell the truth I can't help you Logan."

I smiled at him and shook my head. "Really, I tripped. No big deal."

"Everyone, get back to class now," Ms. Wainwright yelled, resembling Mr. Rocque perfectly. I followed the herd of students, dodging Mr. Rocque and Ms. Wainwright's worried calls.

Once I was down the hall I was thrown into a locker, my eyes coming to rest on Wayne. "Hey, you better not think about going to the principal for this. You'll live to regret it."

I shivered slightly and nodded, staying silent. He shoved me once more before moving back to his own classroom. I took a moment to gather myself before stepping into my first class. I hated Fridays.

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Lunch was always the worst part of my day. I stood in line, waiting to get food, when a hand came down on my shoulder. My entire body tensed. This was it. I'd get shoved, punched or kicked. I waited for the impact but nothing happened.

"Hey, calm down buddy," a light voice behind me said. I turned and was face to face with Kendall Knight. He grinned softly at me. "Want to eat lunch together?"

I stared at him and looked around, noting the few glares we were getting. "I know you're new here and everything, but talking to me in a civilized manner is social suicide."

He laughed softly and shrugged, "like I care." His smile widened as he ruffled my hair. "Come on Logie, eat lunch with me?"

I watched him in shock. "Are you positive?"

He smiled and nodded, moving past me to get his own food. I nodded silently, and followed his motions.

"What's up, fag," Wayne smirked as he shoved into me from behind. I closed my eyes and ignored him, moving with Kendall to the cashier. "Aw come on homo, don't ignore me."

"Leave him alone," Kendall growled, turning towards us and gently putting me behind him. I stared at his back in shock; no one had ever attempted to protect me.

"Oh what's this? You got a boyfriend Logan?"

Kendall glared and leaned closer to him mumbling something softly. Wayne took a step back, staring at the blonde in shock before turning on his heel and leaving. Kendall turned back to me and smiled gently. "Ready to go eat?"

I nodded and held my tray tight, moving with him to the table near the back. "What'd you say to him?"

He chuckled and shrugged. "I just explained how I got into detention." He sat down and smiled moving to grab his burger.

"And how exactly was that?" I sat across from him, ignoring the stares and mummers that surrounded us.

"That is a very good question," he smirked. I rolled my eyes but smiled slightly. I had a feeling I was going to like hanging out with Kendall Knight.

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"So, I was like, Becky that is not how you make a quantum physics chart you totally messed up the x and the y," I grinned.

Kendall laughed and shook his head. "I have no idea what any of that is, but you look adorable talking about it, so please continue."

I blushed and chuckled focusing on the ground. "How did you get into detention?"

Kendall smiled and bumped his shoulder into mine gently. "You're about to pass my house." My eyes widened in slight embarrassment as I turned to look at the humble two story house. I followed him inside and smiled at how it was decorated. Everything was simple and warm. I liked it here.

"Come on, I'll order the pizza and you can get started on your homework while I set it all up." Kendall smiled and moved to guide me to the living room. He pointed to the couch and I chuckled softly moving to take my seat.

"Who are you," a soft girl voice asked from the stairs behind me. I smiled and turned. There was a little girl, not older than twelve staring at me from the railing.

"I'm Logan," I smiled. "What's your name?"

"Katie. And don't chastise me. I'm a big girl." Her eyebrow rose in challenge before she looked at her brother. "I thought mom said no visitors since you got detention."

"And I thought mom said you couldn't watch Fox last night," Kendall countered, his own eyebrow raising.

"Touché," Katie smiled before disappearing up the stairs.

"Sorry," Kendall grinned proudly. "That's my little sister. She's only ten but she acts like she's thirty."

I laughed and shook my head, watching him disappear into the kitchen. This family was amazing as far as I could tell. And if the house was any indication I was positive their mom was just as amazing. I quietly opened my books and began my homework, wondering what exactly Kendall had planned.