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We broke apart after only a tiny second, and I instantly punched him in the stomach.

He swallowed, and coughed. "What was that for?" he asked.

"What was that for?" I retorted, shouting.

"I like you." he mumbled.

I put a hand to his head. "You feeling alright?"

He rolled his eyes, pushing my arm away. "I thought you should know." He put his hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes. "I like you. Listen to me!" He said when I tried to pull away.

"No!" I shouted, shoving on his chest, pushing him away from me. "I have a boyfriend now! Why didn't you tell me before?"

"I didn't think I had as little time as I actually did." He mumbled.

"Well you lost your chance." I turned around and started to walk away.

"Wait, Kat!" I didn't turn, but his hand on my arm stopped me. I glared at it till he moved it.

"Sorry. But listen to me! I need to know, do you feel the same way?"

I dropped my head into my hands. "You don't get it, do you?"

"Kat?" a voice called.

I looked up, turning around. "Hi, Carlos! Hi, Logan! Where are James and Kendall?" I headed towards them, away from Luke and his mental breakdown.

"Wait! Kat, you didn't answer my question!" Luke said, grabbing onto the back of my arm.

I pulled my arm from his grip. "Don't touch me!" I shouted, ignoring his hurt expression. I didn't care that Logan and Carlos were growing steadily closer, I turned around, and yelled at Luke, "Yes, I know I didn't answer, okay? I have a reason for not answering. And you know it!"

"Can you just answer the freaking question?"

"No!"

He was angry for another moment, and then shock and confusion wiped his face clear. "No, you won't or no, you don't feel that way?"

I just stared at him, my face only just more than expressionless. Some slight confusion lingered there. What? Wait…

He furrowed his brow, and took a breath. "Um, okay, I should go." he mumbled, so fast and murmuring that I couldn't quite be sure what he said. Then he shoved his hands in his pockets, and turned around, his shoulders hunched.

I watched in horror as he walked away, knowing he took my 'no' the wrong way.

Once he was gone, I turned around, my face probably still horrified. Logan and Carlos both had a look of surprise, confusion, and a tiny bit of maybe my horror.

"I'm a horrible person." I whispered.

"Someone needs a hug." Carlos said.

They both hugged me, and I just managed to hug them back. "God, I am so screwed!" I whispered.

"Why?" Carlos said as they pulled away.

"He... I..." I had nowhere to start.

"It's okay; you don't have to say anything." Logan said, patting me on the back. "But... Why aren't you at school?"

"I ditched the last two periods..." I said hesitantly, looking down, ashamed.

To my surprise, they laughed. "We used to ditch school all the time to go outside. We just don't approve of the people who ditch to play video games." Carlos said.

"'Course." I said. "Why are you guys out here?"

"Oh, just hanging out." Carlos said.

"James and Kendall are out shopping and we didn't feel like going."

I laughed. Carlos put an arm over my shoulders, and Logan put on his sunglasses, handing me a pair and telling Carlos to put his sunglasses on.

I tied my hair up, pulling it into a long ponytail. Then I tucked it into my jacket, pulling it up and then my backpack down, and it officially looked like I had just hair that went to my neck, instead of my elbows.

"Wow." Logan said. "Transformation." he laughed.

I giggled. "It gets annoying having this much hair sometimes. But other times, it's like the best thing in the world."

"When it's cold?" Carlos asked.

"Exactly." I playfully punched him on the shoulder. The boys laughed. "Um, what now?" I asked.

We were halfway down the street, heading for what seemed like nowhere in particular.

Carlos shrugged. "Oh, we were going to go buy a fish."

I looked at him. "A fish?"

"A fish."

"A fish."

"Yeah."

"A fish?"

"We wanted a dog, but the place we're staying at won't let us, and we wanted a fish." Logan laughed. "We were wandering until we found a pet shop."

I laughed, stopped, waited till they stopped walking as well, and pointed the other way. "We're going the wrong way."

Carlos and Logan exchanged a glance. "We missed it?"

"Apparently."

We laughed, and then started walking.

Fifteen minutes later, when we walked into the pet shop, Carlos bounced in excitement and disappeared into the rows of stuff. Logan and I rolled our eyes and headed for the fish. He was just picking an angelfish when I felt Carlos tap my shoulder. "Look! They let me hold it."
I turned, and instantly screamed, scrambling backwards and narrowly missed knocking Logan over.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, there." Logan grabbed my arm so I wouldn't fall over.

I didn't let them say anything; I just pushed myself behind Logan and hid myself from the GIGANTIC tarantula that was crawling on Carlos's arm.

Logan didn't move, he just glanced at the huge-ass spider and then over his shoulder at me.

"Um, Carlos maybe you should put that back. Are you afraid of spiders, Kat?"

"Arachnophobia." I whispered. "I got it bad."

"That's like insane fear of spiders." Logan translated when Carlos gave me a weird look.

"Oh." he said. "I'll go put it back."

I sighed when he walked away. "God, I hate spiders." I shuddered.

"It's gone." Logan reported.

"Thanks." I sighed, swallowing. "And sorry. They scare me to death."

"Yeah, I get it. Sorry about that."

"It's fine. Not your fault. It's not Carlos's fault either."

He shrugged and sighed. "Alright."

I sighed again when Carlos came back and showed me his spider-free hands. "Sorry, Carlos, I just really, really, really hate spiders."

"Its fine, I totally get it."

Logan bought a beautiful white angelfish, and I followed Carlos and him out of the shop, as they tried to name it.

"Bob?"

"I like Joe."

"How about Gwayne?" I said.

They looked at me. "You don't just name a fish Gwayne." Carlos said.

I smiled, giggled and fake-pouted, crossing my arms over my chest. "I do!"

They laughed, but before we could continue the conversation, some unidentifiable person yelled, "Look! It's Big Time Rush!"

As if it was instinct, Logan and Carlos snapped their glasses on and their hoods up, and Carlos tossed me some glasses, Logan pulled my hood up, and Carlos grabbed my hand, pulling me down the street behind Logan. "Ah!" I gasped. "Where are we going, where are we going-"

They opened the door to a car, and Carlos said, "Quick, before the paparazzi show up!"

Oh.

I jumped in the car, and they jumped in too. Logan started the car and pulled away from the curb, turning down two streets. I checked my watch out of habit.

"Oh, crap! I need to get home! School just got out."

Logan instantly changed the direction of his blinker and turned the other way at the stop sign that we had just stopped at. He pulled out onto the main street.

"Thanks Logan." I said.

As we were driving back, I saw Luke's friends. As my eyes automatically searched the group for him, I saw him, sitting on a bench, looking down at the ground, his eyes unfocused.

Pain tightened my chest, and I felt weak, my hands lying limply in my lap. I stared out the window, wishing something would cheer me up before I randomly burst into tears. Why did it have to be this complicated?

I looked harder, for something to make me smile.

Instead, what I saw, was a little girl skipping down the street, her braids done perfectly, hand and hand with her mom and dad, all three of them laughing and having a great time.

Ouch.

I tried not to swear aloud, and then bit my tongue when I felt a tear streak down my cheek. I quickly scrubbed it away with the back of my hand, but it was too late. I was crying now, and it wasn't going to stop. I stared down, hoping they didn't turn around.

Of course, that was too much to ask for. "Hey, Kat is it better to turn this way or go…" Logan's voice trailed off as he saw my face in the rearview mirror, streaked with tears. "Kat?" His voice was worried, and Carlos turned around. "Are you okay?"

I nodded, wiping the tears away again, and squeezing my eyes shut, trying to stop the tears.

"Are you sure?" Carlos asked. "What happened?"

I just shook my head.

Carlos jumped into the back seat with me, and said, "What's wrong?"

I knew they weren't going to let me get away unless I gave them an answer, so I scrubbed the tears away with the back of my hand and said, "It's a long story…"

"C'mere." Carlos said, and he sat next to me and put an arm around my shoulders.

I leaned into him, letting him take my weight. He patted my head.

Logan pulled up to my house and cut the car's engine. But he hit the lock button, and I couldn't figure out how to unlock it.

"Logan…"

"Scoot over."

We followed his order, and he jumped into the back seat with us, so I was sandwiched between him and Carlos.

"Are you going to tell us?" Carlos inquired.

I shook my head.

They gave me puppy dog eyes. It reminded me of how I used to give my dad puppy dog eyes when I wanted something, and a fresh wave of tears flowed down my face. Carlos's face was shocked and worried, Logan's face reflecting his, only with some fear mixed in.

"Can we do anything to help…?"

"I'm okay. Can I just go inside?" I whispered in my broken voice. I didn't want them to have to see me like this.

Logan immediately jumped out of the car and let me out, and I wiped my face again. "Thanks for the ride. And the fun. I'll see you guys soon. I'm… I'm sorry." I turned around and headed inside, feeling their stares on my back.

Once I was inside, I threw my backpack onto the hook in the hall closet and ran to my room, trying to hold the tears in. I slammed my door to let my mom know that I wasn't in the mood for talking, and ran for my bed.

Out of habit, I dropped to the floor and grabbed the edge of my bed, pulling it out about a foot and a half from the wall. Then I shoved two blankets behind the bed, in the crack that had now formed, and dropped myself into them, hugging my knees and letting all my tears out, sobbing for a long time. This had become a habit after my dad died, for the past year. This was my most private spot in the whole house.

I only stopped when my eyes were dry, I couldn't cry another minute. I wanted to get a glass of water, but I didn't want to leave my spot, so I lapsed into a dazed state, my face and shirt and pants drying. I knew I was probably a mess, my hair tangled, my eyes puffy, my face flushed… It didn't matter. I was alone. It felt nice, to finally be able to show my feelings on the outside. I stared at my hands, wondering why this had to happen to me, my family. This was always the stuff that happened to someone else. But, I guess, to someone else, I am someone else.

I sighed, and ran a hand through my hair. It was rough beneath my hand, tangled and knotted. I let myself fall into a depressed state, staring at the floor.

Only did I look up when there was three small taps on the door.

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