Fourth Chapter of Dirty Little Secret!
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Story based off Ms. LaurenNicole's challenge
"Study my icon. Think about the many ways this girl is in Kendall's arm. The reality of things.
Who is the little girl? Where did she come from?"
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Jo/Logan hints of Camille/Kendall, Jo/Kendall, Brunette Jennifer/Carlos and Camille/Logan
Warning: *This is a Future Fiction and there are flashbacks (in italics) and swearing, and a bit of 'suggested themes'.
A/N: For all those who begged, and there were a lot, I put in- LOGIE ANGST! . . . (Kind of) :P
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush. No matter how bad I want it.
A few more weeks passed and it was now July 19, meaning Camille was nine weeks. The pregnancy was kept a secret, but Kendall figured it wouldn't be long until the word got out.
Kendall, Carlos, James, and Logan were spending the day by the pool. Although, none of them were talking to one another. Even if they weren't as close as they used to be, they could at least pretend they were, for the sake of their careers anyway.
It was relatively noisy, the sounds of kids laughing and screaming filling the air. Kendall was soaking in the warmth of the sun. He felt a light tapping on his shoulder. As he looked up, he saw the three Jennifer's. He quirked an eyebrow and sat up. What did they want with him?
"We heard a rumor." Blonde Jennifer stated bluntly.
This caught the attention of the other three guys. James whipped off his sunglasses, "What rumor?"
It was the curly-haired Jennifer's turn to speak, "That Camille is engaged to Kendall."
The three Jennifer's turned to stare at Kendall. He coughed awkwardly at the uncomfortable stare the two Jennifer's were giving him.
"Camille and I are engaged. Where did you hear that?"
"Who cares where we got it from?" Blonde Jennifer snapped. She then turned her gaze towards Logan. "I thought you were dating Camille?"
Kendall's breathe hitched. Would Logan tell them?
No, apparently not.
Logan shook his head no, "We broke up ten months ago. We figured if it didn't work then, it wouldn't work now."
Blonde Jennifer raised an eyebrow, not completely satisfied. A few moments passed, and she sighed. She wouldn't be getting anything else from them. "Come on girls, let's give Camille our blessing." She then turned and walked off, curly Jennifer trailing right behind her.
Only Brunette Jennifer remained. Carlos looked up shyly, "Hi Jennifer."
"Hi Carlos." She whispered her voice barely audible.
A split second passed before blonde Jennifer screeched, "Jennifer! Come on!"
Jennifer took one more look at Carlos. It was a longing gaze. Her eyes held a mix of emotions. Sadness, betrayal, longing. She sighed, walking off in the opposite direction.
An awkward silence took place as soon as she left. James stood up. "Well, the trio knows, meaning soon the whole Palmwoods will know."
Logan stood, pushed James into the pool, and walked away, not wanting to hear about Camille and Kendall's perfect love life, and how they were going to live happily ever after.
It made him sick when he saw how happy and in love Kendall and Camille were.
He growled. Why Kendall? Why did he get everything in life? The looks, the girls, the opportunities. Everything went to him.
Was it his personality, his role as the unidentified leader, the undeniable and irresistible Knight charm?
Whatever he had, Logan wanted it.
For once, just once, he wanted people to be envious of him. To look at him and say 'Damn, I wish I was him'. To have girls want to date him and guys want to be him.
It was always like this.
Kendall was the leader, he had the natural charisma, people looked up to him.
James was the pretty boy, he had the swagger, fashion, and 'The Face'.
Carlos was, literally, the energizing bunny. He was free spirited, the class clown.
Logan lacked leadership, he was a follower, not a leader. He lacked swagger and fashion sense (Which should have been obvious considering he worse sweater vests continuously). Logan was serious, he couldn't be the class clown, let go and have a good time, not caring what others think.
Logan was, in a blunt way to say, a nerd.
And no one wants the nerd. Or wants to be a nerd.
Logan started to run, ignoring the yells from Bitters.
He didn't know where he was going, or care. All he knew was that he had to get out of there.
Somehow, he ended up on the roof. How he got there, he didn't know. But Logan liked it.
It was symbolic. When on the roof he was looking down at everyone, not believing his eyes. He felt the same way in reality.
Logan couldn't believe what he saw in people. Their motives, their personalities, their decisions, their shallowness, disgusted Logan to no end. It was something that he always hated about Hollywood. When you met a person, you could never fully reach them. There was always some interior motive.
Logan sighed. In the corner of his eye, he spotted a small shed. Deciding to sit for a minute, he made his way towards it and let his legs collapse.
The silence was nice. Peaceful. It allowed him to think.
But Logan didn't want to think. He didn't want to think how his best friend, his fucking best friend betrayed him.
He thought he loved Camille, he really did. Logan thought she could be the one, his soulmate, the one he would spend his life with forever.
But no, that hope, that dream, was crushed in less than five minutes.
Damn, how screwed up his life was.
When Logan first heard Kendall, he thought he was joking. It was an elaborate prank.
Then he saw the look on Camille's face.
His heart was crushed into a million pieces right there. It was as if he died a thousand times in this most painful, agonizing, and excruciating was possible.
Only it hurt more. If that was possible.
It didn't add up though.
Logan was logical. It needed to be proven for him to believe it. 'Seeing is believing' after all.
But it didn't add up. The equation 'Logan + Camille= Happy Life' made sense. 'Kendall + Camille= uncontrollably and inevitably in love so much that it was sappy, cheesy, and somewhat cute' didn't.
Obviously, fate didn't agree with Logan and decided to make Kendall and Camille lost soul mates.
Fuck Fate. Who needs it?
It didn't hurt him that Kendall and Camille got together. It should have, but it didn't hit him as hard as he thought it would.
Logan wasn't sure if that was good or bad.
What hurt though, was that Kendall never apologized. It was as if he wasn't even sorry that he stole Logan's girlfriend.
What was even more screwed up was that Logan couldn't even stay mad at them. They were cute with each other, so cute that Logan melted when he saw the love between them.
How screwed up was that?
"What are you doing here?" A feminine voice asked from behind.
Logan turned his head slightly and smirked when he saw whom it was. Jo. "I could ask you the same thing."
She sighed and made her way towards him, plopping right beside him. "I needed to get away. From . . ." She stumbled a bit with her words, not knowing how to put it.
"Drama, Hollywood, screwed up shit?" Logan offered.
"All of the above. You too?"
He nodded. "I can't take it anymore. The drama, the lies, the shit, Hollywood overall. It's too much to handle."
She nodded in understanding, "I know exactly how you feel."
He jumped up, anger fueling his words, "That it though! No one does! Everyone thinks they do, but they don't!"
It was then that Jo did something completely unexpected.
She stood up, grabbed his face towards hers, and kissed up.
Full on kissed him.
And Logan would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it.
It was . . . magical. Her lips were soft and moved in a delicate way. She tasted like strawberries.
Then Logan realized who this was.
This was Jo. As in Jo, his best friend's ex-girlfriend. He couldn't kiss her. 'Bros before hoes' right?
Then Kendall shouldn't have kissed Camille.
He broke away. "Jo we can't do this."
"Why not?"
He shook his head, "It's not right. I'm betraying Kendall." Kendall may have betrayed him, but Logan would be the bigger person. He wouldn't do the same thing to him. It wasn't fair to Jo either. He couldn't treat her as a rebound.
Wait . . . do Jo even know?
"You're not betraying Kendall Logan. We broke up two years ago."
"It's still not right though," Logan argued. "It's like the guy code. Never go for your best friend's ex."
He then muttered, "But obviously Kendall doesn't give a shit about the damn guy code."
"What do you mean he doesn't give a shit?" Jo asked.
"I mean that Kendall and Camille are engaged!" Logan said.
"What?" She screamed.
Logan nodded, "They're engaged."
"That cheater!" She screamed livid, running towards the stairs.
Logan ran after her, catching her by the waist. Jo struggled against his grasp "Let me go!"
"What are you going to tell Kendall? Hmm? You guys broke up two years ago. Remember?" He reminded her.
She stopped fidgeting. "You're right. There was always this little voice in the back of my subconscious whispering to me 'He still loves you.'" She whispered. Jo then snorted, "What a lie."
"I'm sorry." Logan whispered.
"What about you though? I thought you were dating Camille?"
Logan hesitated. Should he tell her? Probably not, this would ruin their image. "No, we broke up ten months ago." He lied.
"Oh." She melted against his touch.
Jo liked it. Logan smelled nice, like laundry detergent. Nice and clean. And he was so warm.
"Logan?" She asked.
"Hmm?"
Jo turned towards him, bringing her lips towards his, "Kiss me."
Logan didn't hesitate one moment. He didn't know what was controlling him. Maybe it was her scent, or the glow about her, or the way her eyes sparkled, or how her lips looked so soft and plump and he wanted to smash his lips against hers and taste her.
All Logan knew, was that he needed to kiss her, or he would die.
He cupped her face in his hands and inches his way towards her. When their lips met, it felt so good. It was ecstasy, magical, enchanting, captivating. Electricity was flowing through his bloodstream.
His arms made their way towards her hips, trying to get their bodies closer. He was desperate for contact. She wrapped her arms around his neck, stringing her fingers through his soft hair.
Logan groaned. It was as if they couldn't get enough of each other. She was his oxygen and if he pulled away from her, he would suffocate. Logan's body, soul, and heart ached for her. His mind was only registering one thing.
Jo, Jo, Jo.
Logan grabbed her hips harder, his lips attacked hers sloppily and passionately, their teeth clashing but not caring. She gasped at his abruptness, allowing his tongue to slip in. Their tongues clashed and battled, fighting for dominance, in which Logan easily won.
It felt good, doing something bad and not caring about the consequences.
So good, yet so wrong.
All he could think of was Kendall's reaction.
'Good. Serves him right.' Logan thought.
But Logan couldn't do it. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't.
He pushed Jo away once more, staggering backwards from shock. "I'm sorry Jo, I can't do this."
"Why not! We're not doing anything wrong!" She exclaimed, tears slipping from her caramel brown eyes.
Damn it, Logan hated it when girls cried. He could never say the right thing. This was probably going to be one of those moments.
"I just can't." Logan whispered. He then took off, leaving a confused crying girl behind.
'Damn it Kendall, you're ruining everything' he thought as he ran down the stairs.