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Chapter Four

Kendall Knight & Logan Mitchell = My heroes

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After I finished my mini-episode I stood from the cold floor and flushed the toilet, grossed out but feeling slightly better. My mind was still whirling with the weirdness of it all- hadn't I read on every teen gossip sight (not that I'd ever been on one…) that Logan Mitchell was single? What was this, anyhow? As soon as I opened the bathroom door I was greeted by a frowning Kendall, who looked obviously worried.

"Are you okay, Jenna?" he asked.

"Now that the hospital food's out of me, I'm better," I half-joked, half-stated. His face turned to disgust but he shook it away.

"Why did you throw up?"

"I-I'm not sure." That was a lie.

"Was it because of Camille?"

"Who?"

"The girl who almost made out with Logan," he explained. "She's the Palmwoods Queen of acting. She kisses him almost every day, claiming it's practice for her next role. Who knows with her, though."

"Oh," I said. It wasn't satisfying to hear that she practiced on Logan, but at least she wasn't madly in love with him.

"Yeah, she's kind of madly in love with him," he told me. I could practically hear the voices of BTR from their hit "Big Time Rush"….oh oh, oh oh.

"Wonderful," I muttered bitterly. "Is there anyone else who's in love with Logan….or the rest of you?"

"Hi Kendall," said a blonde girl brightly out of nowhere. She leaned up and kissed Kendall on the cheek, and he blushed cutely. Well, I wasn't too surprised to find this out- he was a nice-looking guy and he seemed genuinely caring.

"Hey Jo. This is Jenna," he introduced. I smiled at her, but she didn't smile back. The old adage If looks could kill popped into my head, and obviously this girl had it out for me already. Even though Kendall had never been my target love.

"Hello," she said through clenched teeth. Kendall was oblivious to her dislike of me as he just kept up his smile. "You're new here?"

"Just for a few weeks," I answered. She released a breath I didn't know she was holding and she did smile. "I won a contest, and-"

"-OH! You're that Jenna!" she said, sighing in what I guessed was relief. "Sure, most of us at the Palmwoods saw your picture already, thanks to James. He says you two are an item."

"No, no, no," I said quickly. "We're not an item. We haven't even gone on a date."

"-Yet," James added, swinging an arm around me from nowhere. I groaned and shook my head. "She's just playing hard-to-get. She likes me."

"'She' is right here, James, and she's not saying any of that," I told him bitterly. He just laughed and squeezed his arm tighter. Then I felt someone press between us, and James' arm retracted quickly, replaced by another. Logan smiled down at me, and my eyes turned gratefully up at him.

"Oh," Jo said. "So, Kendall, about that dinner date…." And the two blondes walked off happily at that.

"I got an idea- let's go play some hockey!" Carlos shouted, jumping in front of us. "Jenna and Travis haven't seen 2J yet!"

"Carlos, I hate to break to you the bad news, but I don't think Travis will be seeing 2J anytime soon," I laughed, looking out at my friend. The Jennifers were circled around him like he was a god. "He's a little busy. But I would love to see your apartment."

"I don't get it," Carlos groaned. "How did he do it?"

"Sheer luck and eighteen years of practice," I answered.

"Race you up there!" Carlos challenged, and James took the bait. They both ran quickly towards the door marked "Stairs" and left Logan and I alone in the lobby. It felt slightly awkward for a moment as he rocked back and forth on his feet and I kept playing with my hair, but I'm glad he had the courage to speak up.

"So…elevator?" he asked. I nodded and followed him into the elevators. As soon as the door closed he turned to me very seriously. "Are you okay? Why did you run away?"

"Uh….," I started, lost for words. Oh crap. "I think I ate something bad at the hospital."

"Oh." He sounded relieved. "I was worried that it was Camille."

"No, that's fine." Sure it was, Jenna. And unicorns are swimming in the Palmwoods pool.

"Uhm, just so you know…we aren't dating or anything," Logan said. "Camille just, I don't know…likes me. And there aren't really many girls who do, so I kinda…I dunno…freak out when they do that kind of stuff."

"What kind of stuff?" I asked, intrigued.

"Kiss me," he answered. "You know, stuff like that."

"So if some other girl kissed you or stuff like that, you'd freak out?" I challenged.

"…Who's the other girl?" His grin was melting me. The courage I'd just gained was lost in his brilliant white smile. Mental note- invest in some Crest Whitestrips. I wasn't sure if I would be able to admit that I really liked him yet, so I just shrugged my shoulders.

"Any kind of girl."

"Huh. I don't know. I guess she'd have to be the right one," he told me. I watched as he stretched, his arms raising to the ceiling. They were extremely muscular and bulged out under his shirt. Then, as he raised his arms, his shirt lifted and I caught a glimpse of some abs. Six pack? Four pack? I didn't care, those things looked freaking awesome. I had to turn away so he wouldn't catch me drooling, which was probably going to happen soon. Who knew the smart one was the strong one? Finally the elevator let out a tired "ding" and the doors opened, revealing an over excited James. He reached in, grabbed my hand, and started to lead me down the hallway.

"So, how about that date?" he asked again, trying to raise an eyebrow as sexy as possible, and was he honestly trying to flex his arm muscles, too?

"How about later," I answered, releasing myself from his grasp and massaging my hand. He had really gripped it hard. "James, I just want to soak in Hollywood without any relationship drama." Well, from you, at least. His face dropped and I instantly felt bad.

"Sorry," he mumbled. I was the super-sensitive type, and I honestly did feel some sympathy for poor, adorable James, so I gritted my teeth and smiled.

"Okay, James, what if we do this," I started as we walked down the hallway. "What if we go on a date as a group. Kendall and Jo can come, and uh….Logan and…Camille."

WHAT WAS I THINKING? CAMILLE? SHE WOULD RUIN EVERYTHING! Already she'd made me throw up and my heart break even just a little. Why did I say that?

"That sounds great," he replied, smiling another unusually white smile. He opened an apartment door that read "2J" and walked in, examining the room. Kendall and Carlos were already in there, playing with a hockey game machine, yelling and screaming and cheering at the tiny plastic people. The room itself was really huge, which was not what I was expecting at all. The best part was definitely the yellow swirly slide sitting on the side of the room. There was an older lady standing in the kitchen area, pulling fish sticks out of the oven. I instantly walked over to her and smiled. She gave me an odd look, then smiled back.

"You're Jenna," she said.

"That's right," I smiled. "I'm sure James has told you about me."

"No….actually, Kendall did," she answered, laughing. "It's nice to meet you. You won the contest, right? I'm Mrs. Knight, Kendall's mom."

"Oh! Your son is great."

"Thanks- I don't hear that often." We laughed together and I already really liked Mrs. Knight. We watched as James joined Kendall and Carlos' intense game of hockey and grinned. Logan entered the room and my eyes turned to him again. He didn't head towards the game, though…he walked right up to me.

"Did James ask you out on a date?" he asked.

"Unfortunately," I answered, looking to see that Mrs. Knight was gone.

"What did you say?" Logan said hesitantly.

"Well….I actually said yes…..," I told him, and watched as his face turned to horror. "No! It's not bad. I was thinking a group date so I could get him off my back! Kendall and Jo, James and I, and uh…you and Camille?" His face dropped the horror and he did this awkward half smile, half grimace thing.

"I guess that would be okay. As long as you and James don't, you know, start making out or jumping on each other or anything like that," he said. I laughed.

"No jumping. Got it. I'm taking notes."

"Good, then you might want to take this one….DUCK!" he grabbed my hand and pulled me under the counter as a black hockey puck sailed barely over our heads. We both breathed a sigh of relief and noticed that we were holding hands. It felt perfect, my hand in his, and I tried to cherish the moment as I was finally meeting my huge star of a crush. It ended as I noticed his face was nearing mine. My breathing became quicker, more irregular, and I froze, unsure of what to do. Just as his lips were about to near mine the counter above us shook and we flew apart. Kendall's head poked out from above us and he raised one very dark eyebrow.

"And what were you two doing, may I ask?"

"Oh, you know, just talking about math!" Logan quickly covered. I pulled a calculator out from the floor beside me and grinned.

"Yeah, I love math," I told him. Kendall looked at both of us weirdly then disappeared. I dropped the calculator and looked at Logan, who was smiling at me knowingly.

"You hate math," he stated.

"Yes. I'm sorry. Do you hate me?"

"Why would I hate you?"

"Because you're a genius and I'm not."

"That has nothing to do with anything," he said. I smiled and we stood up to find the boys staring at us intensely, all wearing matching maroon-and-gold uniforms and holding hockey sticks. This might surprise them, but I played hockey a bit on my off time from college.

"Game on!" Carlos cheered, and Logan threw the hockey puck in their direction from behind me. He put a hand on my shoulder and gave me a look.

"I hope you came ready to play," he said. My eyes fell into slits, and I felt the familiar sensation of competition rushing through my veins.

"Oh yes. Bring it on." The boys all went "whoooaaa!" and laughed, and the hockey game began.

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Oh, too cute. Time for a hockey game! Anyways though, the real reason I wanted you to stick around is to go check out the story Big Time Competition by futureisbright. Not only is it a brilliant story, an OC character that I actually created is still in the running. If you can, please go vote Hayden Hale on futureisbright's poll on her author page! (And check out her other stories- they're awesometastic!)

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