Big Time Rush

Big Time Reason to Stay

Chapter 5

Logan's Not Right

Previously: The elevator doors opened and she stepped into the hallway. Logan stared at the doors as they blocked his view of Camille and he had the sinking feeling that his list was more accurate than he thought. She had all but confirmed that he wasn't good enough for her. The elevator opened on his floor and stepped out of it. He walked down the hallway in silence and entered 2J. Without saying a word to his friends he went to his bedroom and closed the door. He got on top of his blankets with his clothes still on and put his head on his pillow. He felt his eyes fill with tears.

Logan woke the next morning feeling like he hadn't slept that well and when he moved he cried in pain. He had slept on his arm and it was completely numb. He tried to move it but the tingles that coursed through it caused him too much pain. He sat up on the bed and started rubbing his arm lightly trying to remember if what happened last night with Camille was real or a dream. It was real. He remembered her waking him by the pool and telling him that she wasn't a "Minnesota" girl, what does that even mean? He wondered as he waited for his arm to return to normal.

There was a knock on the door and Logan saw Carlos pop his head into the room.

"Hey, buddy; are you coming to get breakfast? Ms. Knight is getting ready to put it away," he said.

"Yeah," Logan said as he rubbed his arm and got out of bed. He scratched his head and noticed that his hair was particularly messy. It didn't bother him as he joined his friends in the kitchen of their apartment.

"Hey Logan," James said without looking up from his breakfast of eggs, pancakes, and sausage.

"Hi," Logan said as he took a seat at the kitchen counter. He grabbed a glass and poured himself a glass of orange juice.

"What can I get you?" Ms. Knight asked with a warm smile.

"I'm not really hungry, but thank you," Logan said as he sipped at his orange juice.

"Are you sure?" Ms. Knight asked.

"Yes. Thank you though," Logan said.

Ms. Knight started to put the food away and Logan watched James shovel the food into his mouth for a minute. He wondered if James had just finished working out. He usually got really hungry after a run or a few hours at the gym. Logan looked at the clock and noticed it was almost 7:30. School would start soon.

"Is everything okay, Logan? You seem kind of out of it," Kendall asked as he put his plate in the sink.

Logan had to decide between a meaningful conversation with his friends or taking a shower before class. "I'm gonna jump in the shower. I'm fine, I just didn't sleep right last night," he said as he stood and made his way to the bathroom. He closed the door and stood in front of the mirror. He looked at his reflection and tried to stop himself from remembering last night and the way that Camille's hand felt on his cheek. He tried to stop himself from wondering if that would be the last time they kissed. He definitely didn't like that he was watching himself start to tear up. He tried to clear his head before he started to actually cry by focusing on the task in front of him; getting ready for school.

Logan emerged from his bedroom 15 minutes later with his backpack flung over his arm. He looked like he was ready for another day of school and he hoped it would fool his friends. He wasn't looking forward to seeing Camille, especially since he had no idea what he would say to her if he did. He started making his way to the door when he heard Kendall clear his throat behind him.

"Logan? What are you doing?" Kendall asked.

"I'm going to class," he said turning around to look at Kendall.

"Okay, but why are you wearing a swimsuit?" Kendall said.

Logan looked at himself; he was wearing a black swimsuit instead of jeans. He nervously laughed. "Well, this is awkward, I'll be right back." He rushed to his bedroom and changed quickly before rejoining his friends in the living room.

"Okay, that was weird," Carlos said as he shoved his books and pens into his bag with wild abandon.

"Are you sure you're okay, Logan?" Kendall asked once more.

"Yeah, I just didn't get a lot of sleep last night. I guess I'm just tired," he said avoiding eye contact with Kendall.

"Okay," James said as he opened the door and the four entered the hallway. James and Carlos walked ahead of Logan and Kendall.

"Are you sure you're just tired? Did something happen between you and Camille?" Kendall asked.

"Nothing happened between Camille and me," Logan said, only half lying to his best friend. Technically nothing did happen. She rejected him.

Kendall seemed to accept the answer without question as the four of them rode the elevator down to the lobby to join their classmates.

They quickly took their seats as the bell rang. Logan noticed that Camille wasn't there. It was like her to miss school. It was required for her to act.

His mind started to wonder where she was and he assumed she must have been sick. But what if it was something more serious? He thought. What if she moved away? What if her parents took her back to her home state? Logan couldn't even identify it now because he wasn't sure they had ever talked about it before. What if she-

"Logan, do you have the answer?" He heard their teacher ask.

"What?" he asked.

"The answer to the math problem?" she said.

"Logan looked at the board and tried to figure it out quickly. He spat out a number.

"That's not right, Logan," she said.

"I'm sorry, I didn't sleep well last night," he tried to explain.

"Perhaps you should spend less time daydreaming and more time focusing on the subject at hand. Remember, you have to keep a C+ average to keep Big Time Rush working," she said.

"I know, believe me do I know. I'm responsible for making sure that we keep our grades up. I'm the brains! That's all I'm good for, right? Getting people out of trouble and solving math problems. Well I'm sick of it! You guys can do your own work from now on!" Logan yelled at his friends.

He noticed that he was standing and the realization that he had just yelled that in front of his whole class washed over him. He felt his face burn and he decided he had to get out of there. He grabbed his bag and quickly made his way to the door.

"Logan, where are you going?" Kendall asked clearly shocked by his friend's outburst.

Logan didn't answer as he continued into the Palm Woods and to the elevator, he wasn't sure where he was going, but he wanted to get out of there. He felt dizzy as he stood waiting for the elevator and a migraine was taking over his head as he processed what he was doing and what he had just said to his friends. The doors opened and he quickly entered the elevator. He leaned against the railing for support and slowly slid to the floor. He pushed the button for his floor and waited.

The silence was nice. He felt the dizziness subside a little but his headache seemed to grow. The doors opened on his floor but before he stepped out of the elevator he realized that he couldn't go to the apartment because Ms. Knight would be there.

He stayed in the elevator and tried to think of his next move. Nothing came to him. All he wanted to do was scream. He took a deep breath and prepared to do just that when he felt the elevator move and then stop on the next floor below his. He was getting ready to scream at the top of his lungs when the door opened and he saw Camille standing in front of him.

His angry scream turned into a small sigh as she stood there.

"I'll get the next one," she said.

"It's okay," Logan said rubbing his neck. "Really."

"Are you okay, Logan, you look really pale," she said, genuine concern in her voice.

"I'm fine, just tired," he said. He felt himself lurching forward as everything suddenly went dark.

Authors Note: Thank you to everyone who has reviewed or followed this story. I'm really glad this didn't take as long to write as the last chapter. I hope you like it. I know not much interaction between Logan and the guys but the next chapter is going to be more involved. So now I wonder if Camille caught him or let him fall. Thanks again for reading.