Wow I update this story quite frequently haha.
I've been really busy lately, due to my lack of focusness and procrastination. :P Whoopsies.
But anyway, here's the next chapter YAY.

"Hey James," Carlos chirped, Kendall standing beside him.

No response from the brunette who was robotically exchanging binders and textbooks with the locker, lost in his sea of thoughts.

"Watch this," Carlos whispered to his blonde friend. He lightly pushed James, not hard enough to hurt him but firm enough to jolt him back to reality.

James staggered forward and yelped.

"What the hell, Carlos?" James growled and turned around, ready to smack his friend in the face. He raised his hand, but then lowered it back down when he saw an unfamiliar blonde boy standing beside Carlos. "Oh hi, you must be the new exchange student."

"He has a name you know," Carlos scoffed. He looked up dreamily at the tall German and sighed. "Tell him your name."

"I'm Kendall," he grinned, reaching his hand out for a handshake.

James took it and shook it nice and firmly. "Nice to meet you. I'm James."

"I've heard lots of things about you, like how you're a big turd!" he exclaimed in his thick accent.

"Erm, excuse me?" James laughed lightheartedly, shooting a confused glance Carlos' way.

Carlos leaned into Kendall and whispered something indistinct.

"Oh, I'm very sorry," Kendall gasped. "I mean nerd!"

"Anyway James," Carlos quickly interrupted, "we just wanted to know if you have time to hang out with us right now."

"Can't; I have Thespian Club."

"…Thespian Club? When the hell did you join Thespian Club?"

"Recently. I've always wanted to work on the school play, so now I'm actually going to make time to do that," he replied, shutting his locker door.

"Right," Carlos sighed. "Alright, suit yourself you geek."

James rolled his eyes and smiled.

"Have fun with Kendall, Carlos," James teased. "It was nice meeting you, by the way."

"You too," Kendall said.

Carlos and Kendall left James and walked out of the school doors, laughing and giggling about something Kendall had said in German. James chuckled to himself and turned on his heels, walking towards the drama room.

He was in charge of helping out with prop and set design as well as the lighting for the play as he is quite apt with technology and equipment. The usual lighting technician was in the hospital after a soccer injury and wasn't in the best shape. The drama teacher, Mrs. Parker, decided it would be best for James to take over.

He turned the corner and crashed face first into something tall and firm. Initially he assumed he had just walked right into a wall, but walls definitely don't talk.

"Hey, what where you're going, square."

James sat on the floor rubbing his face, glasses in his left hand. The frames had dug into his skin from the impact of the collision.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, geek," the boy huffed again, this time louder.

"Yeah, okay, I heard you the first time," James snapped. He finally got up from the ground and slid on his glasses, only to get pushed back down again.

James sank into himself as he heard everyone laugh at his misery. He peered upwards and witnessed the smug hockey players guffawing and staring down at him. He shifted his gaze a little to the left and noticed a certain team captain standing there solemnly with a sympathetic look in his eyes. James stared at Logan and gave a silent plea of help with his eyes. Logan immediately broke eye contact and averted his eyes to his shoes.

"Jett, what do you want from me?" James barked, not exactly sure where this surge of confidence came from. Or maybe it was anger?

"I believe an apology is in order."

"For what? Just because you're an idiot, doesn't mean the whole world needs to apologize for that."

James noticed Jett's face darken in color. Nope, he shouldn't have said it, but damn, it felt good.

"You have a death wish, dumbass?" Jett sneered, pulling James up by the collar and slamming him to the lockers.

James winced from the forceful contact between the back side of his body and the hard lockers, held down by the co-captain of the team.

"Alright Jett, calm down…" he heard a familiar voice quietly order.

"Back off Logan. This little punk deserves all the shit that's coming to him."

Logan retreated and didn't say anything else. James felt his heartbeat pick up in pace and sweat trickle down his face. That's it? That's all Logan had said? Unexpectedly, James began to laugh, body shaking.

"What's so funny?"

"You all are. You guys are just a bunch of cowards. You guys push me around and call me mean names, and threaten to kill me but you never even hurt me," he spat bitterly. "What are you guys afraid of? You guys are the most loved people in school and I'm a nobody. What are you all so scared of?"

Logan's eyes widened and he directed an incredulous expression at the poor boy pinned to the row of metal lockers, as if asking 'what the hell are you doing?'

"Excuse me?"

Jett seemed really fucking pissed.

"I said you're all talk. You wouldn't dare to hurt me because you guys are all a bunch of pussies."

Oh my God, their faces were priceless. Jett threw the first punch in James' cut, making him lurch forward. He coughed as he tried to regain air and refrained from letting any tears slip out.

"Is that all you got?" James challenged, clutching his stomach.

"You're a little fucker aren't you?" Jett hisses through gritted teeth before dropping James back onto the floor and kicking him in the leg. Hard.

James crumpled onto the ground as he held his stomach and leg. His breathings got heavier as pain shot up his being, but before he had must time to recover, all of them, aside from Logan, began to join Jett, delivering kicks left and right and cackling like the idiots they were.

"Stop it guys!" Logan yelled, seeming very distressed.

He pushed through and stood before James who was lying curled on the ground with his eyes closed. One by one, his eyes fluttered open to see what was going on. Logan was standing in front of him, protecting the hurt boy.

"Guys, this is ridiculous. What did he ever do to you guys?" Logan demanded, voice trembling.

"He called us idiots. And come on, look at him," Jett laughed, pointing at James. "What a geek."

"Honestly, Jett, you guys are acting like dumbasses. You guys are only proving him right," Logan said.

James caught himself smiling a little. Logan finally defended him. Maybe he does care about me more than I thought…

"We have a championship to win, and we can't get disqualified now."

Wait what? James furrowed his eyebrows.

"If you guys get caught with this, we're not going to be able to play. Is that what you want? To throw away everything we've been working for?"

Of course, James growled under his breath. Logan doesn't care about me. Just his stupid hockey game and his stupid reputation.

James pushed Logan forward away from him and forced himself up, despite his bruised body that was numb with pain. They were all gaping at him.

"Fuck all of you guys," he muttered, eyeing Logan in particular.

He limped down the hallway and went into the drama room where everyone was already starting on their jobs. The chattering died down and the students all stared at the bruised and battered boy standing in the doorway.

Mrs. Parker instructed them to continue with their jobs and approached James. She placed a hand on James' face and sighed sadly.

"Honey, what happened?" she inquired in a motherly tone.

"Nothing, just a little accident," he mumbled.

"Is there anyone bullying you, James?" she demanded, stern all of a sudden.

James considered the option of ratting the douchebags out, but couldn't bring himself to. No matter how angry he was at the jocks, he couldn't be the one to ruin championships for the school.

"No, I'm fine Mrs. Parker. Is there anything I can work on?"

She remained quiet, her lips pressed in a thin line as she suspiciously eyed James. Finally, she responded, "Yes, could you get three cups of water for the backdrop team?"

James took the three red cups from the teacher and went back out into the halls. By now, the hockey players had dispersed and the halls were empty. He entered the bathroom and began rinsing the paint cups, filling them with fresh water. Just then, the door swung open.

At first, James was too stunned to speak.

"Logan… are you stalking me?" he accused, taking a step back from the door.

"No, I'm not. I was waiting for you, that's all."

Logan stepped into the bathroom and shut the door.

"Look, we need to talk, James."

"No we don't," James said, gripping the edge of the sink to keep him off his left leg.

Logan dropped his eyes to James' injured leg and frowned.

"I'm fine," James insisted impatiently before grabbing the cups and dragging his leg out the bathroom.

James had hoped Logan would take the damn hint and leave him alone, but Logan followed him out and into the hall.

"Leave me alone."

James tried to hop away faster, but Logan with his two fully functioning legs caught up to him effortlessly and pushed him into a nearby classroom with no teacher in it.

"Shut up and listen to me, James," Logan sighed, closing and locking the door behind him.

"NO! I'm so sick and tired of this 'friendship,' Logan. I don't want to be your friend if you're ashamed of me," James cried, shaking. You don't understand how it makes me feel."

"James, you brought this onto yourself!" Logan argued, gesturing at his wounds. "If you hadn't provoked them—"

"If you had actually stopped them like a real friend would—"

"You agreed to this, James! You said you were okay with our friendship being hidden and a secret!"

"Because I—"

James stopped talking and clamped his hand over his mouth.

"What? Because you what?" Logan pushed.

"Nothing."

"That wasn't 'nothing.' Tell me why you had previously agreed to keep our friendship a secret if you didn't want to."

"You wouldn't understand," James snarled, heading for the door.

"Well, then help me understand," Logan yelled, grabbing James' arm and pulling him back.

James lost his balance and fell backwards. Logan rushed forward and caught him before he hit the floor.

"I'm sorry," Logan sighed, helping James stand up again, wrapping his arms around James' waist and hoisting him up.

"Whatever."

"James, please, I'm sorry, okay? I want to make it up to you. Just tell me how!"

James grew silent for a bit, racking his brain.

"I want you to never tell anyone about what I'm going to do next," James finally decided.

"Huh?"

James grabbed Logan's face and kissed him on the lips. Logan froze and let go of James' waist, his mind racing yet no thoughts were able to be processed. James pulled back and wiped his mouth, stepping back from Logan.

"That's why I agreed," James admitted quietly before racing out the door.

Oh snap. ;)
Thoughts on the Jagan? Heehee.
Next chapter is Kenlos! I'm actually excited to write the next chapter. Kenlos is going to be so fun. :D
And then you can find out how Logan deals.