James, Kendall and Carlos held hands as they walked into their first day of kindergarten. Their parents had dropped them off, showering them with hugs and kisses, and now they were standing in line to wait for their teacher, Mrs. Popeo, to show them their seats. Kendall surveyed the class, eyeing a large boy with a mean face and unibrow. The other kid caught him staring and grimaced at him. The two were instant mortal nemesises.

Soon, the boys were in their seats and examining the new boxes of crayons and Ninja Turtle pencils they had found in their desks. Luckily, they had all gotten to sit next to by each other. James was in the front row; Carlos was behind him with Kendall sitting across the aisle. It wasn't long until they were joined by a small kid who had a chair next to James. "What's your name?" Carlos asked, friendly as ever and leaning in.

The short boy fumbled the papers he had in his hands, surprised by the question. "Um, L-l-logan," he stammered, looking down at his shoes.

"How old are you?" Kendall asked, though he figured he was five, just like him. Logan became more intent on studying the floor.

"F-four," he said, ashamed. Carlos fell off his chair, laughing, earning a dirty look from Kendall.

"You'ah only foah-yeahs-old?" James asked incredulously. Kendall whacked him on the back of the head as tears pooled in Logan's eyes. He blushed, embarrassed, and rubbed the back of his neck, feeling awkward. He didn't seem like talking anymore, so our favorite trio went back to their conversation about the smell of a new box of crayons.

"It smells better than you do, James!" Carlos said without thinking.

"Does not!" James yelled, offended. Kendall broke apart their all-out slap war. Eventually, it was circle time.

The three sat together, across from them was the shy kid, Logan, who was cowering next to the big kid Kendall had noticed earlier. A strange wave of protective instinct came over him, and he was about to ask the four-year-old to come sit next to him, but Mrs. Popeo began talking before he could.

"Okay, class!" she started, gaining their attention. "We're going to go around in a circle, and when it's your turn you can say your name and age. But only one person speaks at a time," she explained in the classic, peppy tone belonging to all kindergarten teachers. "Let's start with…" she looked around the circle, "Jenny!"

A blond haired girl, supposedly Jenny, smiled. She threw her arms open wide, announcing her age as five and hitting the poor kid sitting next to her in the face. Mrs. Popeo sent him to the nurse, and they continued. Kendall paid special attention when it was the big, mean kid's turn. "My name's Mark and I'm seven-years-old," he grumbled. The class murmured, astonished, to which he replied, "I got held back a couple years! Suck it up, losers!" Their teacher gave him a stern look and a warning. Then, it was Logan's turn.

The boy's focus once again fell to the floor, and his face flushed. "I'm Logan, and I'm four," he quickly breathed out. His classmates laughed nearly as hard as Carlos did, and his face got even redder. Mark guffawed.

"What a baby!" he laughed, giving Logan a small shove, unnoticed by the teacher. The class finished saying their names and ages. Aside from Logan and Mark, all were five.

Then, they went back to their desks and Mrs. Popeo said she wanted to see how smart they were. "Alright! Who knows the alphabet?" she inquired. Every kid raised their hand. Her eyes widened as she put a pretend, surprised look on her face. "All of you?" she asked, acting shocked. "Well then, let's say it together!"

The class complied. "A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, ellemeno, P…"

Mrs. Popeo's mouth dropped open, feigning surprise. "That was so good!" she complimented, smile never leaving her face. "Next, I want everyone to count for as long as they can with me, okay?" A sea of nodding heads greeted her instructions. "1… 2… 3…" she got them started.

"4…5…6…" the class was pretty solid on their way to ten.

"Uh… 14…16? No, 15!" struggled Carlos and a few others who dropped out before twenty.

By 37, the only two left in the class were Logan and Mark. Kendall raised his eyebrows. How could a four-year-old be so smart? But the kid just kept counting, much to a certain seven-year-old's displeasure.

Logan and Mark had soon reached 64, and the shy boy was starting to look uncomfortable as he noticed everyone staring at him. He stuttered as he counted, rubbing the back of his neck red. His voice grew quieter and quieter as he went on, and Kendall had the feeling he was going to drop out, and he could not let that happen. Something about Mark irked him, and he didn't want to see him win. "You can do it, Logan! Don't give up!" he cheered, despite the class's and his friend's dirty looks. The shy boy counted louder, and Mark was starting to look uncertain. They rounded the 100 mark, and the genius four-year-old kept counting as his competitor hesitated before each number. At 134, Mark fell silent, facing defeat by a four year old, who hadn't even gone through kindergarten once.

Kendall offered Logan a high-five, throwing a sneer at Mark, taunting him with Logan's win.

And just like that "Lame Logan", as he had already been nicknamed by his peers, had a new enemy.

Will the boys become friends? Will Mark be mean to Logan? What will the other kids in class do? That's right folks, this is actually a two shot. Stay tuned for part duex!