"I still am having a hard time believing you ended up in bed with a senior, the first night of college." I smirked over to Carlos who was pouting. Pouting because James has been non-stop bragging about the hot piece of ass he fucked two nights ago. His words, not mine. I mean…yes, she was pretty. But I wouldn't consider her a hot piece of ass. Besides…it was a one-night stand as far as James was concerned. Why did it matter?

"Just because you brought your high school relationship to college without realizing there is a whole new playing field of chicks doesn't mean I'm not allowed to have some fun." I rolled my eyes looking straight ahead of me and glanced around my mom's office. Just like James and Carlos promised, they were at the hospital with me, applying for a job. After filling out our applications my mom took them up to her HR person and made us wait in her office so we…rather James and Carlos didn't run around the hospital acting like idiots. "Besides…it was a one-night stand. I'm pretty sure she had a boyfriend."

"You're disgusting." I snapped my head over to James who shrugged and glanced down to his phone. "Do you have to play with your phone in front of me?" James laughed and raised his phone in my face shaking it.

"Ha. Ha. Ha." I shoved him away and stood up from the couch the three of us had been sitting on and walked to my mother's desk. I smiled at the pictures of myself with her, and then of the ones of my dad with her and I. As I sat down James stood up and walked to the Minnie fridge in the corner of my mom's office. "Why don't you just tell your mom about your phone? I know she won't be as pissed as your dad will be. And just tell her with your job, you'll pay her back the other 500. You really shouldn't be without a phone dude." I shook my head quickly pulled up the solitaire game on my mom's computer and started to play. "Also…when you going to tell your parents about you and…"

"Okay boys!" We all snapped to the door to watch my mom walk in, doctors coat on, three separate stacks of paperwork in hand and huge smile on her face. "I may be the hospital director of this place, but you boys wrote all the right answers on your applications. You are now hospital employees!" I stood up grinning and walked to my mom as Carlos and James did. "Carlos, I got you a job as a patient transport…in the pediatric wing. You'll be helping little ones to and from surgeries…up to the cars with the parents. That kind of thing." Carlos grinned big and took the stack of papers from my mom. "James you are going to be…against my better judgement helping in the ER with the security team." James frowned taking the stack of paper from her and I laughed.

"Why against your better judgement?" She gave him a typical mom look and I shook my head reaching for the stack of paper with my name on it, but she pulled it back quick and glared at me.

"Can you two give us a quick second?" I sighed out loudly walking back to her desk and sat down hard huffing out, watching my two best friends walk out giving me sad looks. "So…you want to explain why you put down Carlos's phone number for yours?" She started even before the door to her office shut, and once it did I sat up and went back to playing solitaire on her computer. "Logan Mitchell…"

"My phone broke yesterday." I looked up to see her let her mouth drop open and I shook my head fast. "I ran into one of the linebackers on the football team. He was nice and gave me half to get a new one. That's why I wanted to get a job, so I could pay for the other half."

"And did you honestly think your dad and I would wait that long for you to get your phone back?" I shrugged looking back down and sat back. "Here…scoot over." I watched her walk around her desk, and I pushed back in her chair watching her open the top drawer of her desk and pull her purse out of it. She pulled her check book out and I stood up, feeling uncomfortable.

"Mom…"

"Logan you need a phone. You're going to be getting a job, you are going to be starting school…your away from home. If you need to contact someone, and Carlos isn't there, you need your phone." I nodded softly letting her put the check in my stack of paper and hung my head down low. "Now…here is all your paperwork for your job which will be front desk." I looked up smiling small and she sat on the edge of her desk crossing her arms over her chest after giving me my papers. "I figured You would be a little easier to train with the computer system and you have a much softer demeanor than the other two." I laughed nodding and sort of flipped through the packet. "So, you're going to get a new phone right now, right?" I looked up and nodded again making her smile. "And are you going to tell me about the boy who gave you that?" She pointed to my neck and I quickly covered it, blushing. "I just wonder if it's the same boy you were texting all summer long while we were on our road trip?" I opened my mouth, but she jumped off her desk and grabbed my arms. "Oh my God I forgot to tell you. I met Christopher's new wife!" I swallowed hard as she pulled me to the chairs in front of her desk and sat me down. "Your dad and I went over there for dinner last night. You know Chris Diamond. Dinner isn't just a meal. It's a show. He had beautiful landscaping done while we were gone." I raised my eyebrows at her and she giggled shaking her head. "Anyway…his new wife, Jennifer, is the sweetest women I have ever met. She has two kids, one who still lives with them, a little 15-year-old girl Katie. But her son…he's 22 I think…his name is Kendall…wait until you hear about this Logan." I tensed up not sure I wanted to hear whatever was about to be said and sat back, clutching onto my papers. "The reason Chris and Jennifer met is because he was her sons lawyer." I froze and furrowed my eyebrows together as she shook her head softly. "I guess about three years back, Kendall got mixed up in the wrong crowd and was dealing drugs. Hard core drugs like heroine. When he was arrested he claimed he was just a runner and not an actual drug dealer, and his mom got him a lawyer. Well Chris made quite the case for the kid, but he still got sent to prison for one year. Can you believe that? Chris married this woman who has a criminal for a son. Talk about irony." I frowned looking down and felt like I was going to throw up. "I'm pretty sure James lives with his new criminal step brother. Have you met him yet? If so just keep close to James. I don't want the guy any where near you." I closed my eyes looking away from my mother and stood up.

"I'll keep that in mind mom…I gotta go. Get my new phone and all." I opened my eyes and walked to her closed door, not looking back once.

Instead of going to the AT&T store, I told James I wanted to hang out with him and Kendall and thankfully Carlos came with us. I only say thankfully because if I questioned Kendall about this and we got into a fight, I would at least have both my best friends there with me. Maybe, subconsciously I wanted both to overhear our fight, so they tell me I'm crazy for being with him. Neither of them questioned me as soon as we got to James's apartment and I didn't see Kendall in the living room, and said I was going to go talk with him. I kicked my shoes off by the front door and set my paperwork from my mom, along with the check on the coffee table and walked down the hall to Kendall's half-closed door. I stepped in quietly pushing the door open and squinting in the darkness of his room. I know Kendall works weird shifts, mostly nights. He is a bartender at a big fancy club and is on his feet for 8 sometimes 10 hours at a time. On top of that, he is always lifting heavy kegs, and sometimes, eh told me over the summer, must break up bar fights. Honestly that's probably why I was so attracted to him. He was such a dude's dude. Something I wasn't.

I shut his bedroom door completely and pulled my black hoodie off my body putting it on the dresser as I walked by. I tried to figure out the best way to get on his bed with him, seeing as he was sprawled out over it, each limb nearly touching every corner of his mattress. I decided to just carefully climb up from the bottom, between his legs, and as soon as I was on it all the way, he raised his head and blinked several times at me. "Am I dreaming?" I laughed quietly, putting my head down and crawled up to him, over him, putting my legs outside his body. He closed his own legs and stretched his arms over his head yawning quietly. "Did you get a new phone yet?"

"Not yet." I paused as I sat down on top of him and put my hands on his bare torso. "I wanted to see you. To talk about something." He lowered his arms and slowly pushed himself up sending me back on my butt, on the mattress. He put his hands on my arms as my own hands fell onto his clothed crotch. "I…" I paused again as we locked eyes and he chuckled.

"This can't be good." His raspy, just woken up voice turned me on and made me frustrated. "Logan…what's going on?" I looked back up to his eyes and groaned quietly falling back between his legs covering my face with my hands.

"My parents had dinner with your mom and James's dad last night." The room went quiet which just validated why I kept my face covered. I couldn't' look at him. Not without knowing how pissed he would be that his mom aired out his dirty laundry.

"And?"

"And…my mother found out that you went to prison." I said it as quiet as I could and tensed up feeling his hands leave my body. "I want to tell my parents I'm dating someone but the way my mom talked about you was like you were this cold-blooded killer who sets puppies on fire or something." I heard him chuckle and it made me lower my hands from my face and stare up at him. He was shaking his head looking out towards his window, swallowing hard. "How come you never told me?"

"Because it's not something I'm particularly proud of." I frowned pushing myself back up and held myself up with my hands behind my back, giving him space. I raised my legs over his and watched as he turned to me, face blank. "Yes…I did go to prison for a year. On a drug charge that has haunted me ever since I got out." He shrugged looking down and fiddled with his hands on his lap. "My dad has always been a real piece of shit but when I graduated high school I decided to go live with him, so my baby sister could have a shot at a better relationship with him, than I did. I wanted to fix him. I wanted to help him. But he was a ragging alcoholic and stubborn as hell. He refused to get a real job and when I found out what his job was I…" He looked up at me and I carefully set a hand on his cheek leaning forward. "He was selling drugs for some gang and I lost it. I told him he had to stop, or he'd never see his daughter again and he told me there was no way out of it. Except there was." I put my other hand on his neck and shook my head. "I knew if he got out of that situation he'd have a better chance at getting help. So, I offered to pick up where he left off, and a year later I was pulled over for a busted tail light. They did a search of my car because it smelled like weed and found 6 ounces of heroin in it." I looked down quick and tense dup as his hands touched my sides. "Chris…James dad took my case and talked me up something sweet. I could have gone for 5 years for conspiracy to distribute but he got me only one year." I moved both hands to his neck and held gently as he leaned into me and set his forehead on mine, forcing mine to raise up. We locked eyes in the very dimly lit room. Both his hands went behind me and locked over the small of my back sort of pulling me into him. "I would have figured James would have told you to sort of detour you away from me." I shook my head softly on his and rubbed my fingers on the skin of his neck gently. "I get it…I am not the best guy in the world. But I'm trying to get my life on track and there is something about you that makes me think having a normal life is possible." I felt my heart swell and he kissed my lips softly. "After spending three months texting you non-stop and after our first night together I can't help but feeling like…you were supposed to come into my life. Like you were supposed to met me at that party. Your innocence and your brain and…and your heart makes me have hope that I could be a good guy again."

"Kendall…" I scooted on my butt closer to him, so close that I was basically sitting on his lap and shook my head. "You don't need to try to be a good guy. You are one. And I don't care about your past. All I care about is that you make me feel safe and special. Two things I've never had before in a relationship. Not that I have a lot of relationships to base that off but…" I paused and raised my hands putting them on the sides of his face. "I don't care what anyone thinks of you. And I don't care if people, like my parents and my friends think that us dating is a bad idea. I don't care." He pulled me in tight and kissed me hard forcing my eyes closed. I gently pushed his lips away from my lips, so I could smile and continued talking. He just put his lips on my neck and started sucking. "All summer long you told me about your life…about how your parents divorced, and your mom struggled to support you and your sister…and I told you about how scary it was for me to come out to my parents and my friends. Even after everything you told me…and now finding out about this…" I moaned quietly as one of his hands reached down and palmed over my crotch in my jeans. I quickly grabbed his face and made me look up at me, panting slightly. "It doesn't change how I feel about you. I don't think a whole lot could." He laid back quick, pulling me with him and turned us fast, so I was lying under him. I gripped onto the blanket under me as he sat up on his knees and started to tug at the button and zipper on my jeans. "Are we okay?" He chuckled leaning down to me and kissed my nose softly as he continued to tug at my jeans.

"As long as you want to be with me and don't mind my past we are better than okay." I smiled putting my hands on his face as he trailed his kisses down my face and down my body. He kissed over my shirt and as he pulled my jeans and boxers off, my dick popped out and he put it in his mouth, moving down ever so slightly. I groaned out loud, and turned my head to the side, running my fingers through his hair, tugging gently.

I dare someone to try and stop me from being with him.