Another short update!
I know, I'm gone for forever and I only give short chapters...
I promise, though, shit's going down ohkay? In the next chapter, Hurricane Drama blows the everything up.


Logan's P.o.V.

"So what did you want to talk to me about?"

Jett sounded impatient and I wanted to kick him in the nuts so hard all his unborn babies would die. But that would deem me a murderer, at least in my conscience.

"Maybe I wanted to chat with an old friend."

I nonchalantly sipped my coffee and set it down gently, never taking my eyes off of the arrogant brunette that was there before me.

He scoffed at my ridiculous statement, which didn't surprise me at all. If I were him, I'd be laughing too. Old friends? Hardly.

"You're still as funny as your face, Mitchell," he sighed, taking a moment to pause from his laughter.

I rolled my eyes. "Nothing's funny about messing with my friends though."

The accusation definitely captured his attention.

"This should be interesting."

He smirked and clasped his hands together, leaning forward. I leaned forward too.

"I wanna know what's up with you and James," I demanded, eyes narrowed in a threatening manner. Well, as threatening as I could get.

"He simply found a friend in me when there was no one else," the bombastic actor replied coolly, leaning back into the seat. "No one has been helping, you know?"

"You may be a mediocre actor—at best—but you're an appalling liar."

He cocked an eyebrow. "And you're an even worse friend. You don't know about his ongoing internal warfare, do you? No, because you failed to serve as a good friend."

Whoa, did he just make a complex sentence?

"I'm sorry?"

"You should be," he furthered, now really perturbing me, acting like a fucking know-it-all. "No one has been there for him. No one has even known what's going on in his head. He's sick, and it's nice to know none of his friends care."

"I-I care!" I stammered, feeling defensive. I knew Jett fed off of my annoyance and anger, but I was starting to get defensive anyways.

"Do you?"

Jett was the perfect example of a manipulative deceiver. He was so convincing it scared me. He was a great liar, but I didn't want to give him that satisfaction.

"Look, just stay away from James, okay? I know you're up to something, and if you hurt James, I will not hesitate to hospitalize you. Understood?"

"I'm just trying to be a good friend," Jett scoffed.

Obviously my threat had gone in one ear and out the other.

"Right," I sardonically retorted as I pushed my chair back and readied myself to leave the shop.

"Man what's with everyone today? First Kendall, now you."

Record scratch.

"Hold up, Kendall Knight?"

I guess I screamed that out, because people turned their heads to send me a weird look.

The blue-eyed actor nodded. "Yeah. He called me like ten minutes ago asking me if we could talk."

Odd. Extremely odd. Kendall? He took my advice?

"Good luck with that," I simply said and fled the scene, extremely jubilant to be out of Jett's presence.


Kendall's P.o.V.

"Take a seat," I grunted, directing him to the sofa as I sat across from him.

"Thanks. Nice apartment, I guess."

"Yeah, yeah, that's peachy keen. I'm going to be blunt here. I've heard that you're friends with James now, and I'm not okay with that."

From the look on the bastard's face, I knew he was finding amusement in all of this.

"Jealous?" he sang, a smug smile painted on his face.

I felt my cheeks burn and I looked away, scowling.

"No, it's just… I don't trust you okay?" I huffed.

"Kendall, I know about you and James okay? You still like him, don't you?"

I didn't answer until a long time. Well, it seemed like a long time to me. "I hate him."

He chuckled lightly. "Do you now?"

"This isn't your business, so stay out of it!" I snapped, coming out angrier than I had intended.

"I know we haven't been the best of friends, but I've changed Kendall. Regardless of whether you believe it or not, I've changed. I'm not the same person I was. Just give me a chance to prove it."

Was Stetson actually begging me to trust him?

"Um… I don't really know what to say."

"Say you'll let me help! I can be there for you if you need someone to talk. I know you still have feelings, and I know you're probably having some issues dealing. I know you want to hate him so badly but you can't. I can see it in your eyes."

I glanced at him, a bit taken aback. I almost believed him. Almost. I shook my head and stood up.

"You should leave. Just leave James alone. Don't fuck with him," I said through gritted teeth and led him to the door.

Before he left, he turned around and looked me directly in the eyes.

"I have changed, Kendall. Just… you have my number right? Give me a call if you're having any issues."

I muttered something and closed the door. I fell back onto the sofa and ran a hand through my blonde hair, closing my eyes as my brain worked endlessly to decipher Jett's words. Half of me was convinced while the other half was doubtful and reluctant to trust him. I mean, I do need someone to talk about my issues with… But, am I really willing to take his word?


PREDICT WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN NEXT. ;D
I kinda want to see what people think.
Do you think Kendall's gonna pour his heart out to Jett? What do you think Jett is up to? Nothing or what? Are they just being paranoid?
FEAR NOT! You shall discover soon!
The end is probably nearing in a few chapters...