Author Note: We are almost through all the pre-written chapters, so updates might slow down a bit because I will have to alternate between this story and Hidden Journal. Plus I have an idea for a new story I want to get started on :)

Also, I'd just like to say that I know nothing about sports so if anything is wrong in this chapter or future chapters, please don't make a big deal out of it. I tried to look it up, but I'm sure I still messed up something.

Thanks again to everyone for reading/reviewing/following/favoriting. Enjoy!

Chapter 11: Rumor Has It

The weekend went by agonizingly slow for Logan. James and Carlos had stayed the rest of the day Saturday but went home that night. A birthday party for Katie and work for Mama Knight meant leaving Logan and Kendall alone all day Sunday. Logan found himself buried in one of his books for the majority of the day, stealing glances over the pages to where Kendall sat across the room, playing an intense game of Halo. A few times the younger boy must of sensed Logan watching him, because he would pause the game for a second to glance Logan's way. Their eyes locked briefly before both boys went back to their distractions. Even with the progress they had made the previous day, neither of them spoke to one another.

It wasn't until Monday morning, when the extended family was seated around the kitchen table for breakfast, that Logan finally found it in him to speak to the younger boy as Jennifer made a fuss over his black eye.

"Don't you guys think we should take him to the doctors to at least have them look at it. What if he punctured a blood vessel or something?" she was saying as she studied her son.

"Mom, I'm fine," Kendall groaned. "It'll just take a few days to heal."

"Kendall you can barely see out of it! You should at least stay home from school. How do you expect to see the board and what will the teachers say?"

"It's not like it's the first time anyone's gotten a black eye in high school, Mom."

"How did you get it again?" Katie asked as she shoveled a forkful of eggs into her mouth.

Logan gulped, his hand shaking slightly as he looked up across the table, catching Kendall's eye before ducking his head awaiting for the inevitable.

"Carlos was showing me some dance moves and I got too close and he accidentally kicked me."

Logan's head snapped up at the lie. He looked around the table expecting everyone to be calling Kendall out, especially Katie, but no one was paying him any mind. Kendall didn't even seem to falter either as his eyes remained locked on his mother's showing no sign of the fib.

"Still, I don't think you should be driving. I'll drop you off when before I start Katie's car pool-"

"Mom!" Kendall cut her off, "I don't need my Mommy bringing me to school! I'm a big boy."

Jennifer sat clutching her coffee cup tightly, her lips pursed as she challenged her son to argue, but he didn't get a chance.

"You can ride with me," Logan spoke directly at Kendall.

All eyes fell on him.

"That's if you want," he added, his voice wavering a bit at the sudden nervousness. He glanced at Kendall who simply nodded. The younger boy's head was down with his attention focused on his hands as he stabbed his eggs with his fork.

"Sure, thanks," he answered. Logan nodded even though Kendall wasn't looking at him. The room fell silent as Jennifer and Katie rotated their attention from one boy to the other until Kendall stood up, "We better get going."

"Yea," Logan agreed standing to his feet as well.

With in ten minutes, the old friends were in Logan's Jeep pulling out the driveway. Logan expected a quiet ride and nearly ran a stop sign when Kendall said, "Thank you, for the ride." Logan blinked, his mind a haze as he turned his attention to his passenger, "Logan! Look out!" Kendall warned pointing straight ahead. Logan slammed on the breaks, skidding just past the white line, but still behind the crosswalk.

"Sorry," Logan cringed cursing himself for his stupidity. His fear of driving creeping back on him, but Kendall gave him a small smile and the fear vanished. He waited for a car to make a left turn before continuing on. "I should be thanking you for not telling your mom about- you know," he gestured towards Kendall's eye.

"Yea, well… she doesn't exactly need to know everything, you know?"

Logan nodded. It was silent for a moment before Logan spoke, "Why exactly did I punch you?"

Logan was surprised to hear Kendall let out a low chuckle, "Wow you really don't remember anything do you?" he paused for a second, "Well after you fell off the speaker-"

"Wait-" Logan stopped him, "What the fuck was I do on top of a speaker?"

"Dancing!" Kendall said as if it were obvious, "Well I caught you and then you like freaked out and took off, so I followed to make sure you were alright. We started talking, you called me a liar and a whore. Then you punched me."

"Wow, dude I'm really sorry. I don't know what came over me," Logan quickly said realizing what an ass he must have been. "Why didn't you punch me back?"

Kendall shrugged, "I was about to, but then you started puking allover Mrs. Zevon's Roses."

Logan ducked his head, "I've never really drank before."

"Yea, no shit!"

The Jeep filled with more silence until something dawned on Logan that he failed to realize when Kendall first said it, "You caught me?"

"Huh?" Kendall asked taken off guard.

"You said I fell off the speaker and you caught me!"

"Oh- um-" Kendall turned and looked out the window to hide the blush that crept up to his cheeks. Thank god they had just pulled into Logan's assigned parking space, "Looks like Carlos is waiting for me. I should go. Thanks again for the ride!"

Before Logan could say anything else, Kendall was out the jeep making his way through the sea of students until he reached Carlos who waited at the foot of the flagpole.

"Logan! Logan!" a loud squeal had him turning his attention from the Knight boy to a curly haired brunette who was getting out of a silver BMW. Ignoring the blaring horns as she ran across the lot, Camille made her way to Logan throwing her arms around him, "Are you alright? You were so out of it Friday night! How's your eye? Wait- it's not black and blue!" she said pulling away and looking at him closely, his chin held tightly in her hand, "James you fucking asshole! He doesn't have a black eye!"

"I never said he had one," James corrected her as he and Dak finally caught up, "He gave Kendall one!"

Logan rolled his eyes at the reminder.

"Really?" Camille said genially surprised, "And he didn't kill you?"

"I told you Cam, Kendall's not such a bad guy," insisted James as the group began to walk up the steps leading to the school.

"Yea, you saw how he caught Logan. Maybe the fags got a little crush on him or something," Dak piped in.

Logan stopped in his tracks, halting everyone who was walking behind him before turning to Dak, "Don't call him that!" he growled.

Dak threw his hands in the air in mock surrender. Logan simply ignored him as he turned and took off from the group.

"Apparently Knight isn't the only one with a crush," he heard the rich kid mumble from behind him before throwing the doors open and walking inside.

Logan felt like a walking zombie all morning. He went to class, though he couldn't even remember what the lesson was in any of them. He walked through the halls, though he couldn't tell you how he ended up at his class. He did his work, though he doubted any of it made any sense at all. The whole morning was a blur.

Sure the blond tended to wonder through Logan's mind a lot. It was nothing new. Its not like you can spend every waking hour with someone for the first fourteen years of your life, then completely forget about them the next day. But for the past two days, Kendall was all Logan seemed to be able to think about.

Two years ago, Logan knew Kendall better than anyone in the world. Or at least he thought he did. The past two years he had become a complete stranger to him that Logan had become familiar with from a distance, but now that he was in close proximity to the younger teen, he felt like he was getting to know the old Kendall all over again.

Kendall Knight was not the kid that everyone made him out to be and although deep down Logan always knew this, it wasn't until that weekend that he finally let himself accept it. He was so mad- no scratch that- hurt that Kendall could do something like that to him, that he forced himself to see the 'new' Kendall Knight that everyone had created in their own minds instead of seeing him for who he was. Logan was more than certain that the younger boy didn't know he was hurting Logan. Hell Logan didn't even know why at first, but the pain was too much for him that he just gave up on Kendall altogether and walked away without even a second glance. A decision he had instantly regretted, but was too scared to turn back.

"So apparently our Logan here has earned himself a new nickname."

Logan broke out of his trance as he heard his name slip out of the mouth of his best friend's twin sister's boyfriend's mouth.

"What about me?" Logan asked confused as he looked up to find his three friends starring back at him.

"I was just telling everyone about the new nickname you managed to earn yourself over the weekend," Dak elaborated. "Boning Mitchell!"

"Boning Mitchell?" Camille raised an eyebrow just as confused as Logan was, though James caught on quickly and began laughing.

"Rumor has it our little Logan here was spotted going into MY room, first of all which was off limits! But anyway, turns out he came out about a half hour later and he wasn't alone!"

"No way? You and Jo? I knew you'd hit it off!" Camille squealed as her twin's face reddened while he became suddenly interested in his pudding cup. "How was it?"

"Babe, please! Let me finish," Dak gave her hand a squeeze, "It wasn't Jo, but a well known blond junior who was seen holding him on the dance floor just before that."

Logan's eyes widened as it all clicked in. He shook his head, burying it in his hands as he mumbled 'no' repeatedly under his breath.

"You and Kendall?" Camille asked appalled. "You two didn't- you know- did you?"

"Nothing happened!" Logan exclaimed looking up to show off his frustrated look. "I fell off the speaker. He caught me. I took off up stairs to get some fresh air. He followed and we got into a fight!"

"Are you sure that's how it went?" Dak questioned, "'Cause from what I hear, you were so wasted you didn't remember anything. Not to mention there were more than a few witnesses that said you were walking funny."

"I was drunk!"

"Which would give him the perfect opportunity to- you know-' Dak made a gesture with his hands to accentuate his meaning.

"Are you saying that people think Kendall raped him or something?" James whispered with disgust.

"I never said it wasn't consensual," Dak shrugged, "After all, Logan did say he had pretty eyes."

"I what?"

"That's ridiculous!" James exclaimed slamming his fist onto the lunch table. "Kendall would never do something like that, especially to Logan!"

"How do you know?" Dak continued, "You don't know what happens late at night in that basement bedroom of theirs that I hear they are sharing."

Logan had enough of this, "Fuck you Zevon!" he spat out before getting to his feet.

"Oh c'mon Mitchell! You know I'm only messing with you!" Dak called after the retreated teen. "It's not like I'm the one spreading the rumors!"

Logan growled to himself as he continued walking, not even bothering to look back even as he heard James trying to defend him and Kendall back at their lunch table. He continued on, down the halls, a few flights of stairs and through a few doors, his pace brisk until he found himself standing in the stands of the school's ice rink.

Logan looked around at the freshly smoothed ice and smelled the chill in the air. Hockey season just ended a week ago. The Rink now opened to the public after school hours. He took a seat in the bleachers, starring out at all the championship banners hanging around the rink. He remembered the day back in seventh grade when Kendall first made the team. All seventh graders started out on the junior varsity team, but not Kendall. The blond was so good that the coach got special permission to move him straight onto varsity, making him the youngest player on the high school team in the state. For two and a half years he led the team to victory after victory becoming state champs. After the fight, Kendall quit. The school hadn't won since.

Logan made his way down to the ice stopping only to catch his breath as he got a hold of his emotions. Still frustrated, he growled out in anger, banging on the Plexiglas that separated the players from the audience.

"Do you mind? I'm trying to read here," a familiar, yet unexpected voice called out.

Author Note: As I mentioned earlier, I have an idea for a new BTR fic. I have the plot all thought up, I just need a few opinions. First of all, which pairings do you all want to see?

and if I included an Mpreg, would anyone have a problem with that? It wouldn't be the whole plot of the fic, just a minor part to add more drama! I love drama! But i know not everyone likes Mpreg. I have only written one before and it was one of my most popular fics so i thought why not have another go!

Hope you liked the chapter! Off to work on Hidden Journal :)