Man, I'm excited for this. My writer's block has officially been overcome.
I know exactly what's gonna go down. ;D
This chapter's a little shorter than normal, but it's filled with drama~.
Enjoy, guys! :)

School had officially ended, and I had successfully managed to stay out of my friends' sights. In between classes, I practically sprinted to the next class, taking shortcuts and paths that my friends didn't. And it was working out pretty well until the principal called me into his office. On the announcements. Meaning everyone now knew where I was going to be. Sigh. I just really hope Kendall doesn't wait for me.

I knocked gently on the door to Principal Golding's and stood there, awaiting for his consent.

"Come in, the door's unlocked."

I slowly turned the cold, metal handle and pushed the heavy wooden door, slipping in and closing it gently. The middle-aged man was sitting in a nice, presentable suit, not making eye contact. He was scanning his computer screen when suddenly his eyes darted towards me and gestured for me to sit down. I took the seat across from him, feeling rather uncomfortable.

"Is there any reason you wanted to see me, Mr. Golding?" I asked nervously, clearing my throat a bunch of times. I changed my position plenty of times during those long, agonizing seconds.

"Yes, actually there is, Mr. Mitchell," he finally spoke, removing the pair of super dorky glasses he probably had since the '80s and placing them gently onto the oak wood table. "It says here that you weren't present in sixth period. I just wanted to clarify and confirm it was just a mistake. I mean, you couldn't have skipped class, right?"

Now I was sweating, borderline passing out from the intense stare he was giving me. Like he was anticipating for me to say "Of course I was there! I'm Logan Mitchell, I don't skip class!" But of course, that would be lying. And I couldn't do that without vomiting. Never could. I sucked real ass at lying. I can't say that I wasn't thinking about lying though. If I just tell him I was present, he would just change it and my chances in getting into Yale would return. But for some reason, I quickly removed that option from my head. Getting into Yale was never really my dream. I thought it was. It was my mom's dream. Nothing in her life had turned out the way she had hoped, and she obviously wanted to live it through me. She wanted me to live a happy, successful, and wealthy life. She has good intentions, I know that. But sometimes, it's too much. There's only so much I can handle. She just didn't trust me. She assumed I would screw everything up. Then I realized she was right. Here I am in the principal's office, screwing up my bright future. I guess my mom does know me better than myself.

"Mr. Mitchell?" I looked up to meet his eyes, but it was difficult. I hadn't realized I had lowered my gaze and was looking at my hands.

"Sorry," I apologized. "But the truth is I wasn't there. I skipped class."

I swear to God I heard a gasp escape from his lips, like he didn't know I would ever think of doing something like that.

"Mr. Mitchell, I don't understand. Why would you skip class?"

I could hear the disappointment in his voice. This angered me so much. Everyone in my life has thought of me as a disappointment. I've never made anybody proud, and I hated it! Absolutely despised it! And I'm sitting in my principal's office, feeling like the scum of the earth. What a crappy day...

"Look, I know this is no excuse, but I'm having a really rough day." I bit my lip, trying to stop them from quivering and from my voice breaking.

Principal Golding's once cloudy dark eyes were now clear and returned to looking tired and worn out. The wrinkles on his face seemed to relax and he sat back into his chair, fingers interlocked.

"Mr. Mitchell, I'm sure you understand there is never a good reason to skip class. Never. But this is strangely out of character, and I expect it won't happen again right?"

Oh, how I wanted to scream, "Yes, it will happen again! I'm sick of being... me! I'm sick of always striving to be perfect in every aspect. I'm sick of my mom never rewarding me for my efforts, as if I should be getting spectacular grades! I'm sick of being scarred for life, and I'm sick of Minnesota! All I want to do is to return to LA and leave my past, leave Minnesota behind!" But I didn't. That would be stupid and rash, and not me.

"Yeah," I mumbled.

"I'll let this one slide because you're such a studious student. Next time, though, you won't be let off the hook this easily, understand Mitchell?" He leaned forward now, against his desk and looking me straight in the eye.

I nodded and hurried out the door and into the halls.

"Logie."

Shit. Kendall.

I swallowed a lump that had formed in the back of my throat and continued walking, picking up the speed a little.

"Wait! Logan?"

I heard rapid footsteps, making my heart quicken and I broke into a run. I had to get away from him. I didn't want to confront him. I pushed the clear glass doors of the school and raced out into the parking lot. My breath hitched and I yelped as I felt a hand grab my wrist and jerk me down onto the asphalt. This reminded me of my last few days of school...

"What?" I screamed, sobbing. I didn't know why, it was like I didn't have any control over my tear ducts. They had just decided to release every ounce of tears they had, for kicks and giggles.

"Logie, stop!" His voice was gentle, but firm. He was still gripping onto my hand as I was trying to squirm free. "What's going on?"

Kendall's P.O.V.

He didn't answer. He just kept crying and crying, and I really didn't understand why. I've always knew Logan was a complex character; I could never seem to solve this kid. But this. This sobbing wasn't normal. I just wish I had known what caused all of this. I pulled him into my arms, stroking his soft dark hair. He was fighting even more now, practically thrashing in my embrace. I could tell he wanted nothing more than to break free from me.

"Shh..." I cooed, still petting his hair like a delicate kitten. He stopped fighting now, which was a relief, but he cried even harder. "Baby, what's wrong?"

"Fuck off, Knight," he spat, hiccuping from all the crying.

I pulled away and my eyebrows shot up, completely caught off guard. Did he just tell me to 'fuck off?'

"Logie, are you okay...?"

He pushed me away from him and started slowly shaking his head. Okay, now I'm officially scared.

"Stop. Calling. Me. That."

At first, I thought this was a cruel joke. I mean, no way this was serious right? If anything, I should be upset. I wanted to go public with our relationship, especially after seeing Carlos and James just snuggling in public. I didn't care at all about what people thought of me. Well, first of off, no one smart would mess with me. Although I'm not exactly a bully anymore, I can still beat up whoever I want, whenever I want. Everyone knew that. But I was upset at lunch. Now I'm not. I knew Logan couldn't handle the pressures, so I was doing this for him. He was worth it.

"Logan, if this is a joke, it's not funny." I took a small step towards him, and he flinched.

"It's not a joke, Kendall. You know me, I don't play games," he said, trying to be menacing. I could easily tell he was just trying to hide his fear. Really badly, too.

"You're playing a game right now, Logan. Because I honestly don't know what's going on. Please tell me what I did wrong," I bargained, taking another step closer.

"I'm not playing a game, Kendall. You know why I can't trust you, I've told you many times before. All I ask if you stay away from me, and keep your sick games to yourself." He took a step away from me.

I was stunned. I was confused. I was... a lot of emotions. "Huh?" I finally managed out. Like, what? "I-I don't get what you're saying..."

"You hurt me, Kendall. Too many times. Remember my last few days here?" His eyes were starting to water again. He had finally stopped crying and talked, and now he's going to break down again.

But I knew what he meant. I wished I didn't, but I did. That was the meanest thing I've ever done, and I've been trying to forget about it. Until now. He just had to bring it up, didn't he?

He must've noticed my change in demeanor when my shoulders dropped along with my gaze because he seemed to relax. I was staring at the floor in front of me now, unable to speak. How could I? If I could take everything back, you know I would in a heartbeat.

"Logan, I thought you forgave me. I thought you knew I was sorry," I choked out. Now I was the one fighting tears.

He shrugged. "Maybe I do, maybe I don't. Who really knows?" Now he looked sickeningly happy. Like he was glad he was having the upper hand, like he was taking advantage of me and kicking me when I'm down. He knew how to break me now, just like how I'd broken him years ago.

"Don't do this to me, Logie," I pleaded with my green eyes, the eyes he loved so dearly. "You know I'm sorry, and you know I love you."

"Honestly, Kendall, I don't give a fuck if you're sorry or not. You ruined my life, period. And for that, you should never be forgiven," Logan snapped, hurt and anger swirling in the dark brown eyes of his. Tears came back. "And I know you're not sorry. You're just using me for your own entertainment."

My mouth gaped in complete shock. It was like I was talking to two different sides of him! It was insane. First it's angry, vindictive Logan who's talking to me, telling me my apologies weren't worth a fuck. Then suddenly, he cracks and out comes sad, self-loathing Logan who insisted I was playing him. What was going on?

"Logan, you're sick. You need to see a doctor. I don't know what's going on in your brain, but you need help."

He was staring at me with disbelief now, obviously not expecting this. "Are you serious? You're telling me this? You get your joy from watching people suffer and you're telling me to go see a psychiatrist? Kendall, go to fucking hell." He scoffed and began to walk the other way.

But I couldn't let him leave. He needed help. I took a deep breath before I lurched forward and grabbed him by the shirt. He squealed and started to hit me, even scratch and dig his nails into my skin. Yeah, it hurt and I was bleeding, but I had to do this. I didn't care if he hated me, I just wanted to help him. I wanted to fix him. I broke him, I made him like this, and I needed to fix everything. And if that means I have to step out of the picture forever for him to become him again, I'd do it without a second thought.

Aw poo. :(
That was sad...
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