Chapter 11

Kendall didn't feel the way he had with all the other tapes. The other tapes, he had ended them pissed off and ready to punch someone. Except James, though. But for James's, he just felt neutral.

But this time, Kendall didn't know why, he wasn't pissed off at the person in the tape, aka. Carlos, but he was pissed off at the person talking in that tape.

His baby sister, Katie Knight.

Maybe it was because Carlos was like his little brother just like Katie was his little sister. Maybe it was because Carlos's innocence was what made him unique and pure and loveable, and he didn't want Katie insulting it.

But Kendall was pissed at Katie for going so hard on Carlos. Calling him stupid, an idiot, retarded… no one called Carlos something like that and got away with it.

Except for her, maybe.

Who was she to judge Carlos like that? Who was she to just go and say that-

Then he stopped himself. Who was Katie? She was a dead girl who had killed her own soul, destroyed her own body. She was his baby sister, his only one, the girl he didn't take good enough care of. The girl he had betrayed. The girl he had hurt.

Katie didn't deserve hate from him. She'd gotten enough of it already from others. She didn't deserve to be blamed for any of this.

But Kendall couldn't bring himself to get mad at Carlos, sweet and innocent little Carlos. Carlos, who had always clung to him for protection. Kendall felt like he had to protect him. He hadn't been able to bring himself to get mad at James, either.

They were his best friends, and what they had done wasn't that bad. It wasn't their fault, really. James was just… indifferent, not in a bad way, though, and Carlos was just too oblivious.

This was no one's fault. Things just happened sometimes, and Kendall just had to learn to accept that.

Even though it was hard to.

But what if they had done something bad? What if they had done something worse? Would Kendall have gotten mad at them? His best friends?

No. Absolutely not.

At least that was what Kendall tried to convince himself of.

But who would he choose if he had to: His baby sister or his three best friends? Even though Katie was dead, if she wasn't, who would he save if he could?

Kendall was ashamed that he didn't know the answer.

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"Carlos? Can I come in?" Kendall knocked lightly on Carlos's bedroom door.

For a few seconds, he heard no answer. He was about to leave when Carlos called out, "Yeah. You can come in."

Kendall hesitantly entered the room. Carlos was sitting on his bed, leaning on the bedpost. He looked tired. Everyone was tired these days.

"Hey, buddy. How are you?" Kendall asked gently.

Carlos shrugged. "You-you saw it, didn't you?" His voice cracked. "You hate me now, don't you?"

Kendall sighed, sitting down beside Carlos. "No, I don't hate you. I'm not even mad at you. You didn't do anything wrong, Carlos. You didn't know."

Carlos shook his head. "Sh-she's right, Kendall. She was right about everything. I-I'm too stupid to even know that she was trouble." He whispered sadly.

"No. No, don't say that. She was wrong. She was so, so wrong. You're not stupid. You're the sweetest guy I know, Carlos." Kendall said firmly.

Carlos sniffled. "But-but I killed her, Kendall. If I had been smarter, n-none of this would have happened."

"Carlos, did you not hear the other twelve tapes? You weren't the sole cause of it all, buddy. It still would have happened even if you had done something. This isn't your fault, Carlos, and I'm not mad at you." Kendall told his youngest friend.

Tears streamed down Carlos's face. "B-but you should be! I deserve it, I should have known there was something wrong… I-I'm so stupid, Kendall, I don't even know why you stick around with me anymore." He sobbed.

Kendall took Carlos's face and cupped them in his rough hands. "Hey. Stop crying. Listen to me. Carlos, look at me." Carlos sniffled and obeyed. His eyes were red and puffy.

"You are my best friend, Carlos Garcia, and nothing will ever change that. I don't blame you, just like I don't blame James for anything. You are my best, best friend, Carlos, and I would sacrifice my life for you."

"Do you understand? This is not your fault." Kendall emphasized each word to get it through Carlos's head. Carlos breathed heavily, but he nodded.

"I-I understand." He whispered. There was a ghost of a smile on his face. "Th-thanks, Kendall." He said, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt.

Kendall stood up. "You promise you'll be okay here?"

Carlos nodded. "Yeah. I'll be fine."

Kendall nodded back. "Alright, then, I guess I'm going to find out who number 9 is." He said, more to himself than to Carlos.

Carlos tried to smile back, but Kendall knew something bad was coming.

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Hello, ladies and gentlemen, it's time for number 9. Ooh, look! We're getting close to the end. Aren't you guys glad?

But for those of you who haven't been mentioned yet, I guess that's not good. Because with every tape coming and going, your chance of being lucky number 13 is increasing.

Enough of that. You guys already knew that, though, didn't you?

Anyways, let's just get started. You guys shouldn't be surprised by this one, if you knew the last two people on here.

Number 9: Logan Mitchell.

Logan, you're not as nice as Carlos, but you aren't mean. So why would smart, nerdy Logan be on here?

Well, that's what I'm here for, isn't it?

If anyone knows Logan, they'd all describe him in one word: smart.

And yes, Logan, you are very smart. And that's kind of how you got onto this tape. See? Being smart isn't always good. You always used to tell me being smart would never be bad for you.

But it is. And you're learning that the hard way.

I guess you could Logan was motivated by reason number 10, coming up soon, but I think he also had another reason for doing what he did. I'm not saying this is the only reason, since there is number 10, but it is a big part of why.

He wanted to be cool, to have popularity. To not always be "nerdy Logan" to those around him.

And I understand that, I really do. You even downloaded that swag app to make yourself cool, Logan. Isn't that all people want these days?

Even I wanted that. But I just didn't use other people to try and earn it back.

Because really? You went to far this time.

I first saw it when I came home from school one day. You guys were at rehearsals with the feared Gustavo Rocque (though really, he isn't actually all that scary). I logged on to my email, and there were a bunch of invites.

I was surprised, because really? At that time, who would send me any sort of invite unless it humiliated me?

That should have been a warning to me. But I opened it up anyways, in hopes that maybe, just maybe, I could restore some of my previous friendships.

I was wrong, just like I always was. It was stupid of me to even open it up.

Just so you guys aren't in the dark any longer, it was a blog. A blog about me. And someone, a certain someone, had posted certain videos of me on it.

Yes, Logan, I'm talking about you. I don't know how you did it, but you posted a bunch of… strange videos of me on that blog. Like, ones that mess with your hormones.

And yes, they were fake. I'm not that kind of person, even though everyone seems to think so.

I still today have no friggin' clue how you did that, Logan, but you are smart, aren't you? You can pretty much do anything with a computer and a little bit of brain smarts.

The comment beneath were one hundred times worse than the video, if that's even possible. There were at least a few hundred on there, Logan, laughing at me. Calling me names.

Did you know that, Logan Mitchell? Did you know what your stupid attempt to bring popularity did to me? But I should've known. People are selfish these days.

Especially to me. At least it seems that way, don't you think, Logan?

Your other two friends before you, Logan, were nowhere as bad as you. James and Carlos put together aren't even half as bad as what you did to me, Logan.

First of all, you did it intentionally. You knew what the consequences would be, even if you didn't know that I was already being hated on. You knew they'd be bad. But you still went ahead and did, didn't you?

Second of all, what you did was just selfish. Thinking of yourself and not anyone else kind of selfish. Well, what other kind is there? Logan, you completely tossed me aside just to get what you wanted.

Did you get your swag, Logan? Did the stupid blog make you a better person? I doubt it.

Did you get your revenge, Logan? Only you and I know about the revenge you wanted to plot on me, after all.

That's reason number 10, and I'll get to it soon. And once you find out the real story, Logan, it'll be too late. Your revenge has already been done, even though I did nothing to you in the first place.

You know what I'm talking about, don't you? You should, or else you're stupider than I thought you were.

And yes, I said stupid.

Oh, Logan, you've never been close to me, but you were still like my big brother. We didn't usually talk, but I still went to you for advice.

After all, I used to think you were real smart.

But after doing this?

Oh boy, do I take that back.

Logan Mitchell: The Dumb Genius

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