So, I actually had this done 2 or 3 days ago, but I was too tired to read over it to make sure it made sense (and I was really, REALLY lazy). But it's here now, and it's here pretty quick, right? Right. Yay. :) Enjoy the chapter!

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Logan was furious. How dare his so-called best friends treat him like he's some sort of idiot! How dare they treat him like a child! How dare they! He was 18-years-old, and if he wanted to go out and enjoy life with his peers, he was going to damn well do it! They didn't get to decide what he did with his life. They weren't him! If anything he should be chastising them for not even bothering to enroll in college! At least he knew that going to college was the right thing for his future! Unlike them! They were too dumb to even give college a chance. And when this whole stupid boy band thing ended, they'd be screwed because they didn't bother going to college. And he would be the only one that actually went on the right path in life!

Okay. No. That was wrong. He shouldn't be thinking like that. They were his best friends, and they were only trying to look out for him. And not going to college right away was absolutely their choice, it didn't make them dumb. What was he thinking? These were his best friends! His brothers! And now he was thinking badly of them because they hadn't woke him up to go to class, which wasn't even their responsibility.

He owed them a serious apology.

But first, he had to go to class, his two remaining classes of the day.

He quickly parked the Big Time Rush Mobile and ran into one of the buildings in search of his halfway-over class. Luckily, it was a big lecture class, so Logan could easily sneak in and sit near the back, without the embarrassment of having a ton of people awkwardly stare at him and be confronted by the teacher.

The instructor was saying something about…Newton? Sure. This was his physics class, right? God, he hoped so. He didn't want to be in the wrong class. That would just be the cherry on top to an already shitty morning…afternoon, whatever.

Whatever the instructor was talking about, it all just sounded like a loud foghorn in Logan's ears. He wanted to cover his ears. He wanted to put in ear plugs. He wanted to go back to bed.

But he sat in that lecture hall, with one of his hands on his aching head, trying to listen to the droning teacher. He really wished he'd brought his sunglasses, because if he thought the sunlight outside was bad, the florescent lighting of the lecture hall were absolutely treacherous.

Why, God, why had he decided to go to that stupid party?

Finally, the professor dismissed the students, and Logan booked it out of there, only to nearly bulldoze into a petite girl.

"Oh, shoot, I'm so sorry—are you okay?" Logan frantically asked the girl. He recognized her then. Krissy.

She smiled at him and waved off his questioning, "It's fine. You look like hell."

Logan's arms visibly fell as he replied, "Thanks. I know. I slept in this morning because of the party."

She nodded understandably, "Totally get it. But you were awesome last night! You should definitely hang out with us all again." She grinned, obviously remembering how hilariously drunk Logan had been the previous night.

He shook his head and gave a nervous laugh. "I don't think I'll be partying again for a while. I missed 3 classes this morning, and it's still the first week."

Again, she blew off his comment, "Hey, you had fun, that's all that matters." She looked behind her, at the clock hanging above the big doors, then back at Logan. "Where ya headed?"

"Book store," he automatically replied.

She gave a confused expression, and he obviously knew why. Nobody buys books the first week of class, unless your instructor specifically tells you to.

"I forgot my sunglasses at home," he quickly explained.

She laughed in understanding. "Mind if I walk with you?"

"No, by all means," he politely gestured for her to walk out the door ahead of him. She did so, and the two walked side-by-side across campus to the book store (which really should have been called a "random overly-priced shit you need" store).

"So, do you have any more classes today?" Logan asked as they walked. It was sort of awkward to be around just her. She was usually quietly standing near Paul. Even last night, she'd hardly spoken, and just quietly stayed by Paul's side. Logan wondered what exactly was going on there.

"Not until 6:00," Krissy answered. "Communications 101."

"Sounds God-awful," he replied with a disgusted look. "Not just the class part, but the time. Why so late?"

She shrugged, "I didn't want morning classes."

He let out a slight laugh, wishing he'd thought that far ahead and not planned morning classes. It sure would have helped him out this morning.

"What about you? Class after you get your hangover shades?" she joked with a twinkle in her eye. Logan realized she had really pretty eyes, especially with that twinkle. It made her have some innocence and also some mischief at the same time. It was a nice change from the usual quiet and reserved Krissy he'd seen before.

"One more. In about a half hour, till 3:30. Then I'm home-free."

She laughed again, as they reached the store. "Well, would you wanna get a late lunch-early dinner after your next class?" she asked him.

"Yeah, totally, that'd be cool," he answered.

They exchanged cell phone numbers, and Logan headed to class, promising to text her when he was done, so they could meet up in the student center to eat.

He had a smile on his face as he entered his final class, slightly early. But, he realized, if you aren't at least 10 minutes early for class in college, you're basically late, because everyone comes to class early, and teachers start class early often, too.

When he finally got out of class, he found that he was really excited to get something to eat with Krissy. Not only because he was absolutely starving, but because he really enjoyed having a friend around. It really felt like they were good friends, despite the fact that they'd only known each other for a few short days.

He sat down at one of the tables in the student center (which had various places to get food from), and waited for Krissy's arrival. He wondered if she'd bring Paul, or any of the other people he'd met last night. He couldn't say he'd particularly remember them, but he knew he'd had a good time at the party, and that he'd made a lot of friends. Now if he could only meet them sober…

"Hey!" Logan's head shot up a little too quickly at the voice and hands banging on his table. He saw Krissy with a smile on her face. "I brought you a present."

Logan raised an eyebrow, which she couldn't see, due to the fact that he still wore his sunglasses to block out the wretched lighting. "What?"

She handed him a bottle from her purse. It was small and shiny purple, but other than that it just looked like a regular water bottle.

"A purple water bottle?" he questioned, taking the figure from her hands.

"They were all out of boy colors, purple was the only choice—I figured you wouldn't want pink. Anyway, it's more of what's inside the bottle, boy band genius," she answered with a smirk. He'd told her and Paul and their other friends all about how he was considered the genius of his friends.

Logan was still confused as he unscrewed the lid and peered into the bottle. He sniffed. "Is this what I think it is?"

"Well, what do you think it is, Mr. Mitchell?" she asked innocently, then flashed a grin. "Alcohol cures hangovers, fun fact."

Logan shrugged, and put the bottle down. "Let's go get our food?"

She agreed and they were off.