I Hate James

Chapter 3

Oh no. "No no no no no no no no! This can't be happening." It was gone. Gone! "How the hell can it be gone! No one ever looks in the crappy book!" Breathe Kendall. Just breathe. I thought to myself. I close me eyes and take a deep breath. I let it out, open my eyes, and stand there just staring. All of a sudden I lost it. There was a very loud scream, and at the moment I didn't realize it was me, and then papers went flying everywhere.

I'm not sure how long I was at it, but at some point the door opened and closed, which I didn't realize until someone cleared their throat. By then, I was in my room going all Caz Manian Devil on the place. I turned around and faced the door. Looking back at me were five sets of eyes. One set being my mom, one Katie's, and the other three sets being those of my fellow band members. Yes, it's worst then it sounds.

"What are you doing?" Mom asked me with a very scrutinizing expression. "Why does the apartment look like a tornado flew through it?"

"Uh, everything is - Carlos!" I screamed, making the Latino jump. "I need to talk to you." I took two giant steps forward and grabbed his wrist, dragging him to my room. I threw Carlos onto my bed and quickly slammed the door shut, locking it for good measure.

I probably looked like a spazzy, paranoid chimp, but I had bigger issues. I grabbed the book I frantically looked through earlier off the shelf and shoved in Carlos' face. "Do you see this?"

Carlos blinked a few times. It was clear he was confused. "An encyclopedia."

"Exactly! It's an EMPTY encyclopedia!" I screeched putting the large book in his face.

Carlos blinked again. "I...I don't understand..."

"Of course you don't! There was a note! A very important note that was supposed to be seen by no one but me!" I said as I started to pace. "And that note is gone!"

"So, you're having a major bitch fit...for a note?" The raven haired boy pondered. "What are you - a middle school girl?"

I'm not sure, but I think I growled at him. "You don't understand Carlos! This note was not just a note!"

"Then what the hell was it? Because I don't see how a note could cause destruction like that!" He jabbed his thumb towards the closed door, showing that he meant the mess I left in the living room. Then he looked thoughtful before breaking out into a wide Carlos-grin. "But dude, how awesome would that be?" He asked excitedly.

I slapped myself in the forehead. "Focus dude! There's a HUGE issue here!" I grabbed the little Latino by the shoulders. "The note was addressed to Logan."

Carlos only blinked at me.

"Why aren't you freaking? There should be freaking!" I shook him. "The note was to Logan telling him how much I hate James, and love him!"

Carlos made an "o" why his lips, nodding a bit. "Now I'm all caught up." He pulled himself from my hold. "I still don't get the big deal. I mean, you don't know who has it."

I dropped my hands from his shoulders to my sides. My eyes widened, and my jaw dropped. I honestly couldn't believe it. This boy couldn't see the big deal? "How the hell can you not see the big deal! I don't know who has it! Meaning, anyone could have it, and they could show it to someone, who could show it to someone else, who show it to someone who could show it to James, or worse..Logan!"

Carlos raised his brow. "Don't you think you're overreacting...just a tad?"

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in order to calm myself, and keep myself from punching something or someone. "How the fuck do you figure that Carlos?" I asked as calmly as anyone possibly could in that situation...which in reality, really wasn't much.

"If Logan does read this note, he'll know how you feel and as your best friend he'll either tine it down with James or, even better, realize he's in love with you and you two will date and live happily ever after." He replied optimistically.

I stared at him. It was all I could do. "Ok...true. Or...he could get completely pissed off, and yell at me, reject me, and never speak to me again." I crossed my arms over my chess. "Personally I think that's a more likely scenario."

Carlos folded his arms too. "That's because you've somehow convinced yourself that Logan could never love you." He squinted at me. "That's not the same Kendall Knight I knew eleven years ago. What happened to him?"

"Reality hit him in the face." I said looking away from him.

"Nah," The short boy disagreed. "He's still in there, and I know just who can bring him out." He began smirking evilly.

I felt my eyebrow begin to arch. "I don't like that face. Carlos...what are you talking about?" I asked slightly scared.

He continued to grin, slowly advancing towards me. "I'm talking about the...TICKLE MONSTER!" His hands shot out and he began to tickle me mercilessly.

I began to laugh insanely. "Oh...dude!...Dude!..Ok! Mercy! Mercy man, mercy!" I screeched between bursts of laughter.

Carlos continued to move his fingers frantically against my side, stomach, and pretty much every part of me he could reach. Our antics were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. We both looked towards the door where soft knocking was heard. "Um," Logan's voice was heard. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

I quickly threw Carlos off of me, stood up, and straightened my clothes and hair. "No. No, y-you're good. Not interrupting a thing. Just Carlos being stupid." I said breathing a little heavily from laughing so much.

"Oh, okay then." He sounded awkward. I smiled at the image of Logan being adorably, but awkwardly shifting, his feet. "Uh, Mama Knight wants you guys to come help us."

"Okay, we'll be right out." I called. I waited a few seconds, listening to his footsteps retreating. When it was safe, I let out a loud, frustrated groan and fell onto my bed, my hands covering my face. "This is bad. This is so bad." I kept mumbling to myself.

"Dude, this isn't the end of the world."

"Yes, it is." I moaned into my hands.

He sighed. I could tell he was losing his patience. I must have been really annoying because Carlos never lost his patience. "You know, this never would've happened if you had just been honest with Logan in the first place."

"Oddly enough, that doesn't make me feel any better Carlos." I responded, still not moving from my depressing position.

We were quiet for a minute before I heard Carlos snap his fingers. "I got it!" I uncovered my face and looked up at the gleeful tan boy. I raised my brow, urging him to continue. "When I lost my helmet, me and my Papi watched the security tapes to see everyone who went into the apartment and could have possibly taken it..."

I was starting to connect the dots. "And we should go watch the security tapes to see who went into the apartment from the time we left for the pool, to the time we came back!" I grinned.

"I was going to say that Lightening took it...but that works too!"

Sorry it took so long. Me and my friend hopped on this and cranked something out for ya.

We're sorry if it sucked. It seems sort of like a filler...but...oh well.