Chapter Two: How's School?

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*Katie's POV*

I sat on the couch with Logan and James and finished the movie. As soon as the credits rolled, I sprang up.

"Come on," Logan pulled me back down.

"It's midnight," I said.

"I don't care. I want to talk with you." He said. James was nodding off. I crawled into James' lap. He smiled at me and put an arm around me.

"How's school been?" Logan asked.

"Boring," I lied.

School was anything but boring. Whether I was getting my face mashed into the school floors or getting shoved into a locker, school was awful. School was horrible. It made me feel sick at my stomach.

"How come you won't friend us on Facebook?!" James frowned, looking at his phone. "This never happens to James Diamond!" He said. I grinned.

"Well, that's just too bad." I smirked. "I'm tired. I'm going to bed." I said. I hugged them both and left for my room.

I locked my door after me. I changed into my pj's and laid down on my bed. I pulled my laptop out and pulled up Facebook.

'Dirty Slut!'

'Dude, have y'all seen Katie Knight?! How can she be related to Kendall!? He's so HOT, and she's just flat out ugly! I say she's adopted!'

'We locked her in my locker! Look;)' A picture of a locker with obviously some one in it was posted.

'I swear, she was all over my bf. I'm gonna kill her on Monday! Watch out, dog face!'

'There are some people. And then there's Katie Knight. She's such a nerd! I bet she spends her days studying and reading cuz she doesn't have friends! I bet not even her brother wants to talk to her! Let alone James Diamond! LOL.'

I wiped away my tears. Why did this affect me anymore? Why did I fall for the traps? Why did I even care?

I put away my laptop and turned off my lamp. Why couldn't people pick on someone else? Why me?

I cried myself to sleep, again. Crying was a daily thing now. Not the good kind of crying either.

I used to cry every once in awhile, just healthy tears. But ever since I've moved to LA, I've cried every single day. Mostly at nights.

People love to pick on me. I try to come across as tough and strong, but I guess kids at school see right through it. Kendall and the boys don't! Bitters doesn't! Mom doesn't! Gustavo kind of doesn't! Kelly doesn't! So, why are a hundred thirteen year olds any different?

I woke up to banging on my door. I rolled away from the door. The sun blinded my eyes. I groaned. I got up and stumbled to the door. I opened it.

"What?" I glared at Carlos.

"Come on! Kendall is getting doughnuts! He'll be back any minute!" He said, tugging on my arm.

"I'm not hungry." I said and shut the door. Logan stuck his foot in the way.

"We don't care." He said, his hands on his hips. I pouted at him.

"Shower, now," He demanded. I pushed past him and went to the bathroom.

I took a fast shower and ran into my room. I closed the door and changed into skinny jeans with a white tee shirt. I threw my hair into a ponytail and slipped my grey converse on.

I walked downstairs right as Kendall entered the apartment.

"Oh, you're up!" He ruffled my hair. I fixed it and stared at them all.

"You're surprised?! i usually wake up before you!" I said, watching them carefully.

"Katie, we have work in thirty minutes. We're mature young men. Accept it." James said, shoving a sprinkled doughnut in his mouth. I smirked.

"Yeah, you're definitely an independent young man eating a sprinkled doughnut and still sleeping with your teddy bear." I said as I grabbed a doughnut.

"I do not!" He said with a mouthful. The other boys laughed.

"Denial's the first step." I grinned.

"At least I'm not addicted to stocks!" He said, spraying us all with spit and doughnut bits. I froze.

"Yeah, you got me." I said, raising my eyebrows.

My 'addiction to stocks' was all a lie. I told the boys and my mom that just so they wouldn't watch me on the computer. If they found me crying over it, I said I lost a stock. But they never did. If they set foot in my room, I shut the laptop and slide it under my bed.

"You're coming with us to the studio." Kendall said.

"No," I smiled.

"Come on, you can take your computer." Logan nudged me.

"That won't help." I mumbled.

"We only have to record five songs." Carlos said.

"Only?!" I stared at them. They were silent.

"You're coming with us!" Kendall glared at me. I rolled my eyes.

"I'm thirteen, come on!" I said.

"Katie, it's not under negotiation!" Kendall said sternly.

"You aren't my dad." I snapped and ran to my room. I locked the door.

I loved Kendall, very, very much, but sometimes he just didn't understand. I hated how he acted so paternal over me. I was fine with his brotherly protection, but he wasn't my dad. He shouldn't be telling me what to do and how to do it. He shouldn't boss me around. I understand he's been the man of the house for eleven years, but I can handle myself. I don't need a dad, anyway.

"Katie, come on, we have to go!" Kendall banged on my door. I said nothing. I knew it hurt him when I wouldn't speak.

"Katie! Logan's getting the key to the doors!" He warned.

Silence. Dead silence. This was the kind of silence that scared me. The silence that sent chills down your spine. The kind of silence that makes you want to turn music on really loud and talk to yourself. The kind of silence where you feel that in a matter of minutes, someone's going to burst through your closet door and kill you.

Click!

"Katie!" Logan gave me a stern look. Kendall was completely still. He ran over and picked me up.

"Come on, don't be that way." He said. He was still bothered. I could tell.

I didn't speak the entire way to Rocque Records. I didn't even say hi to Kelly. I sat on the couch and let my thoughts sink in as the pretty boys sang.

Kendall watched me the entire time he sang. Soon enough, they were on a thirty minute break so they took me to McDonald's where I refused to eat or talk. Kendall and Logan ordered the pounds of food while Carlos, James, and I sat in a plastic booth.

"I'm about to pee my pants." Carlos said, holding his crotch. I bit my lip so that I wouldn't say something.

"Then, go to the bathroom, Carlos," James said slowly. Carlos nodded.

"I know. I was trying to get Katie to talk. It didn't work." He sprang up and flew behind the bathroom doors.

"Come on, Katie," James nudged me. He was sitting right next to me.

"Don't be that way, boo." He looked down at me. I ignored it.

"Katie, you're upsetting not only Kendall, but Logan, Carlos, and I." James now gave me a stern look.

"Quit being selfish and talk to us! It's not fun that we have to get yelled at like we're dogs, and it's awful that you're gonna ignore us!" James glared at me. I nodded, wiping away the tears. I got emotional when they called me selfish.

James had a slight talent at speeches and getting the point across to people. Sure, he didn't have Logan's vocabulary, but he was a good speaker. He just needed a thesaurus. And probably a dictionary to spell thesaurus.

He put an arm around me, pulling me closer to him.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"You're fine," He rubbed my back.

Carlos came back and sandwiched me in between himself and James. Logan and Kendall came back with their food. Kendall threw a cheeseburger at me and gave me a look as if saying, 'eat before I force it down your throat'.

I ate the cheeseburger, slightly grossed out since I was in health class and we had just talked about fast food restaurants. But, I decided not to tell anyone else about it.

We walked back to the studio and I talked with Logan and Kendall while Gustavo had just Carlos and James sing into the mic.

"How's school?" Logan asked in the silence, again.

"It's ok. I like high school." I said. I'd rather not get into the game of, 'you all ready asked that!' 'Well, answer it anyway!'

I went to a public high school. My mom didn't think it was right that since Kendall didn't go to a private school that I shouldn't. I honestly didn't want to go to a private school. Cliques are worse there. And, to be honest, I hated school, so either way I wouldn't enjoy it anymore.

I was picked on all the time. It was just physical abuse, though. It sucked. I only had one friend who was, of course, a complete outcast. She had bright pink hair, that was died every month a different color, and she has almost every possible piercing except for on her face. Her mom hates nose rings and lip piercings. Her name is Brit. Her actual name is Britney, but she says ever since Britney Spears became famous, she goes by Brit.

High school, honestly sucked. It was either four years of getting high or drunk, or four years of suffering, and for me, it was suffering. I hated it with a burning passion. I had only one friend and she was extremely weird, not that I'm normal, but! High school was supposed to be the time of my life where I'm friends with everyone and nobody picks on me. But it's so far from that, that it's almost a dream to wish for more than one friend.

People constantly picked on me. Every. Single. Day. They wouldn't just shove me into lockers or call me a dweeb, and all of the generic stuff. They would pick on my for being Kendall's little sister, too. They said he was just a faggot and the apple doesn't fall to far from the tree. And, they accused me of dating James. They also said Logan helped me cheat, and that Carlos was all around an idiot, which is probably where I got all of my idiocy.

They also attacked me on Facebook. They knew the guys didn't have Facebook account, so they wouldn't see it. But that was wrong, because they do. their Facebook names are so random that no one can find them. example, James' Facebook name is Semaj Dnomaid. Anyways, the bullies actually abused me on Facebook more than in school. At school, I could handle it, but at home, too...? No. That's enough to make a priest break. And I've almost reached my breaking point.

When we got home, I immediately went to my room. The guys were too exhausted to care.

I locked the door behind me and laid on my bed. I pulled out my laptop and logged onto my Facebook.

I was addicted to Facebook. Even though people posted pictures of me from the locker room, and they constantly messaged me or posted on my wall telling me I'm worthless, I could spend five hours on there. Just looking at what the people are saying.

I had four messages. All the same thing.

'Dirty fucking whore'

'Ur disgusting! God, look at urself...'

'No one likes you, just kill urself!'

'Can't u just be homeschooled or sumthin?'

And a notification from Melissa posting a picture of me in the locker room. Of course, it was zoomed in to show the scars covering my thighs.

'Ew! What's her problem!?' You. Melissa. People like you are my problem.

I wiped away my tears and slammed the laptop shut. I tossed it underneath my bed.

Yes, I cut. I used to cut on my wrists, but I knew Kendall or one of the guys would catch on quickly, so I cut my thighs. Nobody except the girls in the locker room new about it. Until now. But the guys didn't know, so I was good. For now.

"KATIE, PIZZA'S HERE!" Carlos screamed from downstairs.

"We had pizza last night." I mumbled. I threw make up onto my face before heading downstairs.

"I'm really not hungry." I said.

"I said we should make tacos." Carlos frowned.

"I wouldn't eat those either." I snapped at him.

"Oh, come on, Katie, just eat with us!" Logan said.

"No, I'm not hungry. Why waste my time, sitting here watching you eat?" I snapped.

The guys all knew that Carlos could irritate easily, so when someone snapped at him, they over-looked it, but when I snapped at someone else, they didn't.

"What's wrong?" Kendall asked softly.

"I have a project due Monday. It's major. And I can't waste time with you all." I snapped once again before leaving for my room.

A/N: hey, guys! Sorry for such a long wait!

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