A/N: Chapter 11! Woo! So guys, you all should participate in Big Time Rush One shot day on February 6, 2012. It's being held by JaylaHeart. It'll be a lot of fun! All you have to do is post a BTR one shot and put in your description that your story's for Big Time Rush One Shot Day. Yay! And enjoy Chapter 11 now :)

Warning: abuse, implied rape, some cursing

Disclaimer: See previous 10 chapters

September, Monday 24th, 2012

School had been in progress for a month now. Because the boys kept driving away all the teachers Gustavo and Kelly hired, they had no choice but to send them to James Monroe High School. This was now there second year there. Logan absolutely adored it (the school had a fully equiped science lab and one of the biggest libraries he had ever seen in a school), James loved it (there were plenty of girls to date and tons of people that practically worshipped him), Kendall thought it was pretty cool (there were lots of sports to participate in, plus New Town High filmed scenes there about twice a week which meant more time with Jo), while Carlos couldn't stand the place. At Palm Woods High he was in the same class as the other boys, but here, because he was a year younger than James, Kendall, and Logan, he was now also a grade younger. He was in 10th grade while they were in 11th. And because they weren't in his grade, the older boys couldn't protect the small Latino when he was being bullied. The only upside he could find of the hellish high school was that Piper also went there. But now with her stupid new ginger jock boyfriend, school was worse than ever.

Jennifer quickly drove up to the curb in front of the large school. She had to go grocery shopping right after dropping off Katie at her school and because she hadn't gone in a while, and they were completely out of food now, it'd have to be a pretty big trip. She'd need as much car space as possible which meant, for once since school had started, Ethan wasn't in the car with them; it was his first time alone since they took him home. And frankly, Jennifer was freaking out. Every other minute she was checking her phone, almost crashing them into oncoming traffic more times than she was willing to admit, practically pushed them out of the car when they reached the campus, and again rushed off to get some food then get home to her son as soon as possible.

Kendall chuckled as his mom drove off to the middle school, with Katie clutching to her seat belt and door for dear life.

"Poor Katie," he commented.

Carlos smirked. "More like poor Ethan...I can only imagine how mom's gonna react when she's home." He turned to smile and joke with the boys more, but they were gone. James was already swarmed by tons of girls and guys, his head hardly visibly bobbing in the center of the crowd, Kendall was walking inside the building holding hands with Jo, and Logan was already darting to the library. Carlos frowned a bit and sighed. He began trudging inside, slightly picking up the pace to his locker to maybe, hopefully avoid his regular morning beating.

However, as usual, fate wasn't that kind. He reached his locker and immediately 17 year old Axel Finn was there with his crooney, 15 year old Justin Brankson.

"Hey faggot," Axel greeted him with his usual evil grin.

Carlos didn't respond. He just wasn't in the mood this time. Today, he was going to pretend they didn't exist as hard as it might be. He just grabbed his algebra book and notebook, closed his locker, and turned to leave to class. But as soon as he faced them, they just slammed his books out of his hands, laughing a bit as they did. But he still just ignored them and picked them right back up. It clearly upset the bullies that they weren't getting a response out of their punching bag this time, so Justin slammed his books away again, while Axel threw him against the locker.

Axel growled near Carlos' ear, "I was talking to you, retard." And he knocked him harshly into the locker again.

Carlos winced as his head slammed against the hard metal twice now.

Justin punched him in the stomache, making Carlos wince again, and Axel smirked. Where were the teachers? Where was Kendall? Logan? James? Anyone?

"You answer when I talk. You understand, fag?" Axel again crashed him against the locker.

Carlos quickly nodded, not wanting this to continue.

"He said you answer!" the younger bully barked, again punching him the stomache.

Carlos cringed "O-okay. Okay," he stuttered.

Being satisfied for the moment, Axel punched him once more in the eye and threw him to the ground. The two larger boys then left, as did everyone else did, as the bell rang.

He stumbled to his feet, grimacing as he did so. His chest was still tight (as usual), his stomache was aching, and his eye throbbed. He went to the bathroom to see the damage. He looked in the mirror and already, his left eye was turning blue and prurple. He sighed and muttered a curse under his breath. He should probably find James; have him help cover it up...his mom was already dealing with so much and he didn't want to give her something else to worry about. But before he could do anything, his sight began to slightly blur and the world began to turn and spin around him. He grasped the sink for support and suddenly felt sick. He paused, waiting for it to pass. It did, but only slightly. Only enough where he could walk without running into too many things. And even then he was so clumsy he could pass it off as his normal antics. He began staggering out of the bathroom and to class, but not before he coughed into his arm. He felt something wet against his skin and made a face. Ew. It was probably that gross clear stuff...what did Logan call it? Film or something? He looked down and noticed a few red dots shining in contrast to his tan skin. That's not good. Okay. This was a lot worse than originally thought...okay, he just had to tough out the dizziness and try not to cough too much or at all for the rest of the day, then he'd tell mom. He nodded to himself, sounded easy enough, and headed to class.

A few hours later...

Carlos was in P.E. with Piper; for once her dumb boyfriend wasn't there. They were sitting uder the bleachers, waiting for class to be over. Usually this was his favorite class, but after the morning's incident in the bathroom he figured it probably wasn't a very good idea. Luckily, the class was so big that it was easy for them to slip away.

Carlos laughed loudly. "C'mon. Say television!"

Piper rolled her eyes, her arms crossed. "Just because I'm from England, doesn't mean you can keep asking me how to say things. And besides! I've already said that word before! At least be original, Carlos...sheesh. You know, I could very well ask you how to say tellie in Spanish."

Carlos smiled wider, clapping his hands in triumph. "Ha! You said it!"

She looked confused for a moment then her eyes widened slightly, realizing she had just said it. Her mouth hung open a little in shock, then she quickly closed it, pouting.

"I hate you," she stated.

Carlos smiled again. "No you don't. And besides, you shouldn't be that upset. It's a compliment really...It's sexy." He had, again, talked without thinking about it first.

Now it was his turn to look shocked with wide eyes, and blushing a deep red shade, while she smiled, also a bit shocked, but mostly in some unconscious triumph.

She giggled. "You think I'm sexy, do you?" she teased.

Carlos' face turned an impossibly deeper red. "You...you know, I think we really should be getting back to class...the...sit-up's and...and pull...up's...good stuff..." He was stumbling on his words as he stood up to quickly leave and avoid further embarrassment.

She giggled again and stood up with him. She smiled and slgihtly ran her hand over his chest. He felt himself blush even more as his skin felt like it was on fire wherever her fingers danced; what was she doing? Was she insane!

"You know..." she said slowly, watching her own hand. She then stood on her toes and whispered in his ear, "You know, I think Spanish...well. Spanish anything is pretty sexy...but that's just me." She then gave him a slightly daunting smile and skipped out from under the bleachers and back to their class where they were now playing flag football...or rather, the boys were chasing the girls, almost tearing their skirts or pants off or getting a feel of their ass, pretending they were trying to grab a flag.

Carlos had to take a couple breathes before also joining the class again. Did that just actually happen? What was she thinking! Last time he checked, she was still dating that ginger...Kacey or something...what kinda name was that anyway? What kinda self-respecting guy had a girl's name? If he had that name, he'd make sure people only called him by his middle name. What a douche. He shook his head, only making him dizzier; he was getting distracted again.

'Yes. Focus on the burning sensation in your chest and not the fact that Piper has completely lost it,' he thought to himself. He thought about it more and, in fact, his chest was hurting more than it had before. He shook his head a little.

'Just tough it out...tough it out...' He kept telling himself.

As soon as he was sure his face wasn't tomatoe red anymore, he walked out to the large feild. But, as soon as he passed the first white line, a stronger wave of wooziness washed over him, and before he could comprehend what was happening, everything went black.