Author Note: For those of you wondering where the updates for Hidden Journal and World's Apart are... I haven't written them yet! I have some kind of problem at the moment where my right hand shakes really badly. I was told by one stupid hospital that it was an allergic reaction, but that was five days ago so I doubt it. But Im going to see a specialist today so hopefully they can fix the problem. Anyway, shaky hand means its very difficult to type. The backspace has become my new friend! So this is the only story being updated because it already has about 20 chs written and all i have to do is edited it here and there.

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Chapter 10: Rejection

"Hey guys!" Kendall grinned as he threw his paper bag lunch down onto the table before taking a seat between Camille, across from Jo and Dak. Dak huffed, turning his head, refusing to look at Kendall.

"Hey, Jo, come with me to the bathroom?" Camille said, nodding her head eagerly towards the door.

Jo looked around warily, unsure what was going on, but agreed standing up and walking away with Camille.

It was silent as Kendall tore through his bag, searching for his sandwich, mumbling to himself that he knew he saw his aunt through it in there and smiling brightly when it revealed itself to him, buried deep inside his satchel, having must of fallen out sometime during the morning.

"A little squish, but all good!" he beamed, unwrapping the clear plastic before shoving it into his mouth, "You alright, man?" he asked Dak who sat across from him, his arms crossed over his chest as he glared.

"Shouldn't you be sitting with your new friends?"

"What do you mean? You are my new friends."

"I was talking about them!" Dak nodded his head towards the corner table where the so-called Clique were just arriving with what looked to be Tai food. "You are one of them now, aren't you?"

"No, I'm not one of them," Kendall scoffed. "What makes you think I would ditch you for them?"

"You were with Carlos Garcia all weekend weren't you?"

"He gave me a ride home on Friday and I hung out with them for a few hours on Sunday, but that doesn't mean he's my new best friend or anything."

"Wait! You hung out with all of them? It wasn't just Carlos?"

Kendall shrugged, "It was mostly just him. The others just showed up," he wasn't exactly lying.

"Kendall I told you, you don't just hang out with them! Either you are one of them or you're not! You cant have it both ways!"

"I'm not one of them, alright!"

Dak smiled, happy about the answer, but frowned when he noticed the two brothers strutting there way, "In that case, you might want to make it clear to them," he pointed.

Kendall turned around, a smile lighting up his face when his eyes fell upon Carlos, "Hey Knight," the latino greeted, pulling out a chair, flipping it around before straddling it, resting his arms across the back of the chair as he faced Kendall. James mirrored his actions on the opposite side of the blond, both boys paying no mind to the fourth guy sitting at the table.

Kendall cringed suddenly feeling trapped by the two brothers.

"We're having Tai, today. You are more than welcome to join us," Carlos offered.

Kendall's stomach lurched, that odd sensation returning as the smaller teen placed his hand on Kendall's arm. It was meant as a friendly gesture, but they both knew it meant more. They had a connection that neither of them could explain and neither of them was about to try to fight it either. It was a part of them. Together they were meant to be something more. Accomplish more. They just didn't know what that meant.

Kendall opened his mouth to speak, something ringing in his ears telling him to say 'yes' while his head was screaming 'no'. He wanted to be near Carlos. He wanted to know him, learn more about him. He wanted to tell him about the image he had seen the last time the two had touched, perhaps together they could figure out what it meant. There was just something about the smaller teen that made Kendall want to tell him his whole life story, spill out his deepest secrets and hear Carlos' secrets in return.

He was just about to open his mouth to accept the invitation, when James clear his throat, breaking the trance of the strange power the boy had over him. James felt like the exact opposite of Carlos. He made Kendall want to be far away rather than near. He wanted nothing to do with the hazel eyed brunette and he found himself saying this out loud.

"I'm fine, thanks. I'd rather stay here with my own friends. I don't need someone controlling my life and I don't like Tai food anyway."

James' eyes widened in surprise. It was obvious that no one had ever defied him like that. Kendall waited, a bit shakily for James to respond, react, something, but instead he just walked away without a word.

Carlos nodded, the tiniest of grins crossing his face for a the littlest of seconds before turning serious, "You just pissed him off," he whispered, patting Kendall on the back before getting up and walking away.

Kendall watched the latino's retreating back as he walked past the corner table and out through the doors, into the hall. He wanted to follow. He wanted to talk to him, but he knew he shouldn't. He had to distance himself, no matter how alike they were. Even if they were the only ones who could help him with his 'abilities'. He had lasted seventeen years without their help, why would he need them now?

"Nice work!" Dak nodded in approval, taking a bite out of Kendall's roast beef sandwich that laid discarded on the table. "James probably just made you enemy number one! Welcome to the club!"

Carlos strutted through the empty halls alone, sweat creasing his brow as he hurried towards his locker. He was relief that Kendall had said no. It was for his own good, but unfortunately, what was good for Kendall was bad for Carlos and he knew he had to get away. He had to give James time to cool off, but James had other ideas.

"What did you say to him?" his voice came from in front of Carlos as James appeared in the middle of the hall.

Carlos shrugged, pushing past his brother, bumping his shoulder on purpose, "I didn't say a word to him! Just what you told me to say!"

"And what did I tell you to say?" he growled as he stood in the middle of the hall, panting in anger.

"You told me to tell him about us! What we would have to offer him and that's what I did!"

"Then why didn't he accept? You made it clear that to be apart of us, he would have to leave those losers behind, didn't you?"

"Yes, of course I did! Apparently he actually likes his friends," Carlos threw his arms in the air before pointing at James, "I don't know, James! ?He was your friend once! Why don't you tell me! Maybe if you weren't so pushy and so God Damn bossy, he would give us a chance, but why would anyone want to have to put up with you other than the fact that we don't have a choice!"

James turned furious at the defiance his brother was showing. He was the leader of the group and he was going to make that clear. To show that he meant business, he focused all his attention and energy on the younger boy, using his mind to send Carlos flying backwards into the set of lockers behind him, "You had a choice and you chose me remember! I could of left you on the streets, but I took you in when no one else wanted you! You would be nothing without me!"

Carlos glared back, his nostrils flaring in anger, not even flinching from the sudden impact before he repaid the gesture, only James flew back fast and hit hard. So hard, the lockers folded into him on contact, "I was thirteen! I didn't know any better!"

James pushed himself away from the lockers, staggering slightly and a bit dazed as he held his right shoulder, leaving the metal boxes with an imprint of himself. When the hell did he get so strong?

Carlos stared back, crouched low as he waited for James to attack again, but instead, James approached him, his arms up in surrender. Carlos nodded, accepting the offer before James laid his hand on his shoulder and the two were flung through time and space landing seconds later in the dingy old flat they called home.

Carlos sat down, his head between his knees as he breathed deeply, giving the dizziness time to dissolve.

James sat down next him their backs against the empty wall. The older boy placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, but this time they stayed put. Speaking softly, James pleaded with him, "We need him Carlos! And you know it! He has the answers we need!"

"Answers? James he didn't even know what he could do until two days ago! You really think he's going to know anything? He probably doesn't know he was adopted or that his parents were murdered! He thinks it was just a car accident!"

"He sees things, Los. Not just the future, but the past as well. If we help him, teach him how to focus his energy to use his powers correctly, maybe, just maybe he could help us."

Carlos sighed, he knew James was right, "I'm sorry, J. I know how important this is to you. To all of us. It's just-"

"You feel the need to protect him, don't you? Like he has some kind of power over you?"

"How do you-"

"There's this change of energy when ever the two of you are you are in close proximity."

"Do you think it's part of his ability or something? Like he's controlling me and doesn't even realize it?" James shook his head, "Then what does it mean?"

"I don't know! That's why we need him. To help us answer these questions."

"But it's dangerous! He's not as controlled as we are. You know what happens when one of us gets out of control."

"Which is why he needs us. We can help him, Carlos. He needs us just as much as we need him."

Carlos nodded, "Zap me back to school. I'll go talk to him," he said standing to his feet, but James stopped him.

"No! You're staying here. Away from him for a while."

"What? James you can't do that! You need me!"

"He has too much power over you! I can't have you making the same mistake again."

"But, I'm the only one he trusts!"

"Well, we're just going to have to change that, now aren't we?"

Carlos groaned, closing his eyes as he tilted his head back against the wall, "Just promise me you won't let him get hurt?"

James smiled, patting Carlos on the shoulder, "I promise! Besides, by the looks of it, you can kick my ass now!"

Carlos chuckled shaking his head, "I know, I think I was just as shocked as you were. I didn't hurt you too bad, did I?"

James shrugged, "I think you might of popped my shoulder out of place, but nothing too serious. I'll have Logan fix me when I get back."

Author Note: this chapter is a bit short but the next chapter is nice and long and is where the Kenlos really picks up! We're spic Kenlos moment ;) followed by a chapter where you see another side of Jagan and actually get to see Logan for a change. Hope you liked the chapter. I loved writing the brother's little argument scene! Carlos is as little as James thinks he is :)