I sighed before knocking on the door.
Today, we would be working on our group project at Logan's house.
After his meltdown yesterday, I dreaded having to deal with him again
but school was important to me and I wasn't going to let Logan
Mitchell get in the way of my A.
"Come in, Knight," Logan said opening the door. So, we are back to
the last name thing I thought as I entered his house. "We can do the
project in my room." Logan said, heading up the stairs before I had
time to object.
Given what a douche Logan is, I was expecting his room to be a pig sty
with holes in the wall from his fits of rage, however, that wasn't the
case. The room was clean with no trash whatsoever. The light red
walls were in perfect condition but the thing that shocked me the most
was the shelf with Batman stuff on it.
"I didn't know you collected Batman stuff." I said.
"I told you yesterday I liked Batman." Logan answered before going
over to his bed and taking a seat.
"Yeah, but you don't seem like the type who would collect Batman
memorabilia." I replied taking a seat on the floor next to the bed.
"Oh and what would someone like me collect?" Logan asked in a
mocking tone.
"Body parts." I said without thinking. Once I realized what I had said I
began to freak; he was going to kill me now or, so I thought, but
rather than attack me, he just laughed.
Naw, I am good with my Batman." Logan said once his laughing
calmed down. "I bet you collect lame-ass Spider-Man crap."
"Spider-Man isn't lame: he actually has powers, unlike Batman."
"So, he is still lame." Logan said, showing that lop sided smile of his.
"Can we just start on the project?" I asked, taking out my notebook
and the sheet of questions we were allowed to ask our partners.
"Sure, I'll start." Logan said, taking his own stuff out. "So, I know Jett
and Carlos are your best friends, but how did you meet?"
"You sure you want to ask that one?" Logan never seemed to care
about my friends so I was confused as to why he would select that
question out of all the choices we had.
"Yup, they seem way to overprotective of you, so I am curious how
you became friends." Logan answered, shrugging his shoulders.
"If you say so," I replied, before beginning the story of how I had met
my friends.
"I had been going to Tiny Tots Preschool for about three months and I
still hadn't made a single friend. One day, we got a new kid in our
class. Our teacher introduced him to all of us before she had him take
a seat at my table since it was the only one with vacant seats. I could
tell this kid was different because he was wearing a hockey helmet and
hadn't stopped smiling since he walked into the room.
Carlos, being the talker that he, is spent the rest of the day talking to
me. By the time it was time for us to go home, I had made my first
best friend." I said finishing the story of how I met Carlos.
"So, Carlos has always been a talkative, hyperactive goof." Logan
stated.
I smiled. "Yup, and I wouldn't change a thing about him."
"So what about Jett?"
"With Jett, Carlos and I didn't get a choice in the matter."
"What do you mean?" Logan asked raising his eyebrow."Well, it was a few weeks after Carlos and I became friends that we got
another new kid. Unlike Carlos, who had worn a smile when he was
introduced, this kid was pouting and had his arms crossed. Once the
introductions were done, he was put at the table with me and Carlos.
Of course, Carlos had to talk to him but Jett never said a word back.
He just stared at us the whole time.
"At lunch, Jett walked up to the table we were sitting at said 'I like you
both: you're my best friends now.' And that was that." I chuckled a bit;
recounting how we became friends with Jett always made me laugh.
"So, Jett was a bossy impulsive person, even back then." Logan said
through his own laughs.
"Pretty much." I answered. Just like I wouldn't change a thing about
Carlos, I wouldn't change Jett for anything.
"The three of you are so different. I mean, they both have the
potential to be popular yet they are still your friends." Logan said. His
statement wasn't meant to be offensive, it was genuine curiosity.
"We complement each other. Our families like to joke that the three of
us are like a puzzle and that we just fit together. You and your group
are different too."
"Yeah, but I only count James and Dak as my best friends; the others
are acquaintances." Logan said, shrugging his shoulders.
"So, how did you meet Dak and James?" I figured since he asked me, I
would ask him.
"Well, I moved here from Texas when I was six and started attending
Honeysuckle Elementary school. James and Dak were bullied by the
larger kids. I watched for a week as no one did anything to help them.
One day, I got tired of seeing Ozzy Grover mess with them. So I
stepped in. Turns out, Ozzy was as tough as he liked people to believe.
I was sent to the principal's office and before he could punish me
James and Dak walked in and told him how I stood up for them when
no one else would so he let me off with a warning.
Once we were back in the hall and on our way to class, they both
stopped me to thank me and the rest is history." Logan said.
"So, wait, your friends were bullied and you stood up for them, yet,
now you all bully me?"Pretty much." Logan answered.
"Where is the logic in that?" I asked. I was mad: I mean at least two of
them knew what it felt like to be bullied, yet they did it to me.
"There isn't any logic; it helps keep us popular. You are an easy target,
Kendall, it is as simple as that."
"So popularity means that much to you?"
"Yes. When you're popular, you tend to hold all the cards. When you
hold all the cards, no one can hurt you." Logan whispered the last part
and if I hadn't been listening I wouldn't have even heard it.
"Like you have ever been hurt. Your life is sunshine and rainbows; you
walk over whoever you want and have everyone bowing down to you."
I scoffed. As if Logan knew anything about being hurt.
"That's what you think. I have been hurt in ways you could never even
dream of." Logan sighed.
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing, just know I have to be this way."
"But why?" I asked. I had never seen this side of Logan. He seemed
vulnerable and broken.
"That isn't on the sheet and I won't answer. Now can we just get back
to the questions?" Logan's voice held a pleading tone to it. I couldn't
say no.
"Sure, back to the questions."
LINE
"We're here." Jett announced as he and Carlos walked into my room. I
had left Logan's an hour ago and I had been up here thinking ever
since.
"When aren't you here?" I asked, sitting up so they could sit on my
bed.
"You know you love it when we come over." Carlos said as he tossed
fruit smackers in his mouth."I do, but could you at least knock before invading my privacy." I
whined.
"Why would we knock? Family never knocks." Carlos said.
"Gee, I don't know; how about so we don't have a repeat of what
happened last time." I stated.
"Are you still mad we walked in on you jacking off? Dude, it was a year
ago get over it." Jett said giving me a smirk.
"Well, if you had knocked it never would have happened." I replied,
trying to hide the blush that was making its way on my face. That had
been a very awkward and embarrassing night.
"We didn't mean to walk in on you." Carlos said, giving me a
sympathetic glance.
"Besides, it was funny as hell." Jett said. I could tell he was trying not
to laugh.
"Bitch." I said, giving him the finger.
"Aw, you hear that Carlos? I'm Kendall's bitch." Jett said.
"Nope, you and Kendall are my bitches." Carlos stated.
"Oh, how do you figure that?" I asked.
Carlos laughed before answering. "Neither of you can say no to me."
"Damn, he has a point." Jett mumbled.
"He does. Why can't we say no to him?"
"Because I am freaking adorable; I mean, look at me, I look like a
teddy bear."
"Los, you have been around Jett too long, you are getting almost as
cocky as he is." I said trying, but failing, not to laugh.
"It's not being cocky when you are right." Carlos answered.
"And I am not cocky." Jett mumbled, crossing his arms.
"Jett, babe, yeah, you are, but it is one of the things we love about
you." Carlos said before he kissed Jett's check."Must you two always do that?" I groaned. I did not need those two to
start making out in front of me again.
"You're just mad because you haven't done anything since you dated
that loser Kurt Willison back in ninth grade." Jett said.
"Jett." Carlos sighed, before smacking Jett.
"Ow! What was that for?" Jett whined.
"You know, I said no bugging Kendall about relationships." Carlos
answered.
"Carlos, I love you." I said smiling.
"Love you too, Kendall."
"Hey, Carlos is mine." Jett said pouting.
"You can't blame me, Carlos is attractive." I said winking at Carlos
letting him know it was time for our favorite game: Torture Jett.
"Thanks, Kendall, you look pretty hot yourself." Carlos replied.
"Um, hello, I am right here." Jett whined.
"So you wanna watch us?" Carlos asked.
"Oh, Jett, you are kinky aren't you?" I asked wiggling my eyebrows.
"You both suck, you know that?" Jett groaned.
"Oh we know." Carlos and I answered.
"What did I do to deserve such and evil friend and boyfriend?" Jett
asked, staring up at my ceiling.
"I think he has had enough." I said through my laughter. Carlos was
laughing too hard to speak, so he just nodded.
"You guys are so mean to me."
"You know we do it out of love." Carlos said, finally composing himself
enough to talk."Yeah, besides, think of it as payback for walking in on me." I
answered.
"I apologized for that." Jett mumbled.
"Yeah, you apologized for walking in but you never apologized for
offering to do it for me." I said sticking my tongue out.
"Because I am not sorry for that, sheesh, you ask your best friend to
have a threesome with you and your boyfriend one time and that is
suddenly a crime." Jett said, throwing his arms in the air.
"Must you always be so dramatic?" Carlos asked, shaking his head.
"Yes." Jett replied, clenching his chest and falling over.
"Oh look, he died: looks like we don't have to hide our affair anymore,
Carlos."
"Your what!?" Jett shouted as he sprang up. Carlos and I couldn't stop
it; we started laughing all over again.
"It is so fun to mess with you." Carlos said through his laughs.
"Why do I put up with you two?"
"Because no one would put up with you, Jett." I said giving him a
smirk.
"Plenty of people would," Jett said, pouting.
"They would return you after two minutes." Carlos answered.
"Would not."
"You're right, Jett, they wouldn't; they would return you after twenty
seconds." I answered.
"I am going to go find nice friends who aren't jerks to me." Jett said
getting up.
"Chill ya big baby." Carlos said, grabbing Jett and pulling him back on
the bed.
"Not that this hasn't been fun, but why are you guys here?"
"Oh, we wanted to know how things went with Logan today." Carlosanswered.
"You couldn't have just called like normal people would have?" I asked,
shaking my head.
"Where is the fun in that? Besides, when have we ever been normal?"
Jett asked.
"Good point," I replied. "Well, he didn't blow up today. In fact, he
seemed kind of sad at one point."
"Logan Mitchell: sad, that's a new one." Carlos said.
"Yeah, I didn't think heartless creeps got sad." Jett stated. "Are you
sure he just wasn't gassy?"
"I'm sure," I said, nodding my head. There was more to Logan than I
had originally thought and I am going to do whatever it takes to figure
him out.