Chapter Ten

Kendall walked around LA aimlessly. Once he had left the Palm Woods, after yelling at his girlfriend, he had gotten a cab and gave the driver some money. He didn't care how much it was, he just wanted to get away from the Palm Woods, as far as he could go, and that got him into the center of LA. Which was fine, as he wanted to be around people that didn't know him, people that would just barely glance at him and continue on their wary. That was just fine. That was what he wanted.

He kept his head towards the ground, shoving through people as he walked along, not caring when they turned and glared at him. It's not like he was able to see them anyway, his eyes were glued to his feet. He didn't deserve to look at anybody in the face.

"Kendall?" Kendall's head whipped up and his heart started to even more when he saw Camille, Logan's girlfriend, standing in front of him, a yoga mat in her hand. Kendall started to move away, not wanting to look at her. "Kendall, don't go!"

Kendall froze where he was, staring at his feet. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Camille look at him, eyes heavy with sadness. He knew that she must be hurting. Her friends, her boyfriend, were in the hospital and they weren't allowed visitors yet. She couldn't see, she couldn't know how any of them were doing.

When Camille had gotten the call about what had happened, it was the next day and she was alone in her apartment, as her dad was out at a meeting. Jo was the one that had called her. She had been crying when she tried to tell Camille what was going on, and it took her a good ten minutes of trying to calm down until she could say those dreaded words 'there's been an accident.'

And at those words, she knew that it was her friends that had been hurt and in that accident. The phone had dropped from her hand and she started to sob hysterically. It could have been her with them; it could have been her, Stephanie, and Jo that had been in the accident instead. She and Jo and Stephanie were at the party with the boys but they had left early as they had an audition or a movie to shoot the next day. Needless to say, they didn't go to the auditions. They had been sitting around the Palm Woods to see if there would be any word. Eventually, Camille started to grow restless and decided to still go to her yoga class, even though the only thing that she could think about was Logan.

And now here they were, and Kendall was about to run away. She could tell from the little bit of information that she was given that Kendall blamed himself. She could tell from the way that he had started to turn away that he couldn't face her. She could tell from the way that he was gripping his hands in tight fists that he was still agonizing over everything.

In other words, Kendall Knight was a wreck.

Camille had never seen him like this before, not even when he and the guys had lost the charity hockey match that they had played in. He just smiled and said that because the four of them were playing together that it was still a good game and that he had fun.

"Stop looking at me, Camille." Kendall said, barely a whisper. "I can't stand it when people look at me like that." He shook his head. "Not since what happened."

"Look at you like what?" Camille questioned gently, tightly holding onto her yoga mat.

"Like they hate me, like the accident was my fault." Kendall closed his eyes and grabbed his hair. "I know it was my fault! And I'm sorry!" he stared to shake his head back and forth faster as he held onto his hair.

"Kendall," Camille frowned, hating to see her friend act this way. "Kendall, no one but you are blaming you for what happened."

"That's the thing," Kendall felt strangely calm as he lowered his hands again. "I don't' remember what happened. All I remember is leaving the party and then waking up in the hospital with cuts and bruises. I don't remember." He cried out in frustration as he sank to his knees, causing people to stare at him as they walked by. "Why can't I remember?" he whimpered. "What's happening to me?"

"Kendall, you're going to be ok." Camille kneeled down by her friend and wrapped her arms around him, holding onto his tightly. "Everything…everyone's going to be ok."

"You don't know that!" Kendall hissed back, harshly. Camille ignored his tone, knowing that he was hurting.

"I don't know it for sure, but I believe that everything is going to be ok." Camille replied.

"No!" Kendall tried to push his friend away, but Camille tightened her grip on him. "Let me go! Let me go!" he started to whimper again. "It's my fault, it's my fault."

"Kendall!" Camille cried as she held onto her friend tightly, trying to keep him from running away. Tears were falling down her face, as they were on Kendall's. "Kendall, I don't blame you for what happened! It wasn't your fault!"

Kendall finally burst out into sobs and buried his face into Camille's shoulder, allowing her to gently rub his shoulders, calming him down…

A/N: Chapters get longer after this one.