"So are you gonna tell me who it is or not?" Camille prodded. They were lying on the floor in Logan's bedroom doing homework. Or rather Logan was trying to do his homework and Camille was distracting him. He didn't know why he bothered ever trying to study with her in the first place since they never got any work done.

"I can't," he told her. "At least not yet."

"Why not?" she pouted.

"Because it's a secret," he said. "And it's kind of embarrassing. It's not like he'd ever like me back anyways."

"So I finally get you to admit that you have a crush on someone and you won't even tell me who it is? You suck."

Logan just shrugged and turned his attention back to his homework. "Hey what'd you put for number six?"

"Wha-" Logan looked over and saw that Camille's book wasn't even open anymore and she had her phone out, texting.

He sighed. "Never mind."

"Will you at least tell me what he looks like?"

"You're not gonna let this go are you?"

"Nope."

"Fine, I'll tell you what he looks like and you can try to guess who it is. And if you get it right I'll tell you."

"Okay!" she agreed, with a grin. She was sort of creeping him out with how excited she was about all this.

"Alright, umm, he's tall. And blond...and he's really, really, smart."

Camille paused to think for a moment, running through a list of guys in her head. "Drew Gallagher?"

"The swimmer? Uh, no, I said he was smart. And besides, he's not in our grade."

"Oooooh an older man," she teased. Logan rolled his eyes. "You know if you just tell me who it is I could probably help you. I could found out if he's seeing anybody."

"I'm pretty sure he's not. I think he and his girlfriend broke up over the summer..."

"Then why don't you just go for it?"

"Because he'd never be interested in me. He barely even noticed I existed before this year and even now we're only sort of talking," he said. If you could even call it 'talking' if the only reason they were doing it was because he was tutoring him. "And besides, I don't even think he likes guys. It's just a stupid crush and it doesn't mean anything."

Logan had been trying to convince himself of this more than anything. That his feelings for his brother's best friend weren't anything special and didn't go beyond slight admiration from afar. It was okay to find someone attractive and want to be around them all the time and it didn't have to mean you were in love with them. As long as it wasn't love it didn't matter whether the other person felt the same way or not. And they could go on coexisting peacefully and Logan wouldn't have to get his hopes up over something that was never going to happen.

"But maybe he does like you and you're just too afraid to find out. Maybe if you just follow your heart for once it'll all work out. And maybe we'll both have boyfriends this year."

"I thought you were done with boys after last summer?" he asked. The whole reason Logan was failing math was because of Camille and her stupid boy drama. Logan had geometry during the same period Camille had study hall with the guy who had broken up with her over the summer and the girl he'd dumped her for. Camille couldn't stand seeing them being all cute and coupley together so she started blowing off her morning class and Logan, being the good friend he was, went with her. And then it sort of turned into a habit.

When Logan's teacher told him that his grade was suffering due to his lack of attendance, going for tutoring had been her idea. Logan had spotted Kendall in the tutoring center more than once, but for some reason it never occurred to him that going for tutoring meant that he and Kendall would be working together, alone in a room. That he'd finally been given a reason to talk to him that didn't involve James.

It really only took a day for Kendall to help him get caught up in his class. And Logan knew it was stupid to keep going back so many times, and that he was just digging himself in deeper and deeper. He still kept the notes Kendall had given him to help him do better on his next test, folded in a drawer in his nightstand with Kendall's perfect writing on them. Logan thought about how easily Kendall could make him blush just by looking at him. Yeah, he was in a little too deep.

"Did I say that? I meant that I was done with that boy in particular, not boys in general," Camille informed him.

"Right."

"So what grade is he in?"

"He's a senior," Logan accidentally let slip. He knew once he told her that she'd figure it out.

"Wait...it's not Kendall Knight is it?" The slight tint on Logan's cheeks at the mention of his name pretty much gave her her answer. "Oh my god. Well that makes sense. Everyone's in love with Kendall."

"I'm not in love with him. I just think he's cute..."

"..and smart and perfect," she teased. "You totally love him."

"Can we talk about something else please? Like this biology test we're supposed to be studying for?"

Camille glanced at her watch. "Actually...I have to go."

"But we barely even started. What was the point of you even coming over here?"

She shrugged. "So we could hang out. And so I could get you to tell me who you were in love with," she smirked.

Logan ignored her last comment and stood up while she started putting on her coat. "Do you really have to go?"

"Yeah I have a late dance rehearsal. I was actually supposed to be there ten minutes ago. Sorry Loges."

"Oh, it's okay." Logan followed her down the stairs and to the front door. "So I guess I'll see you at school?"

"Yup. Bye Logan," she said and then she rushed out the door.

As soon as he shut the door behind her, Logan sighed. It wasn't really that he didn't want her to go, he just hated how empty his house was sometimes. Logan's father was a kind of famous doctor/medical researcher of sorts who did a lot of humanitarian work. Meaning he spent a lot of time in third world countries developing new ways to bring nutrition to sick children and working with organizations to bring awareness to the issues. Logan understood how important his dad's job was but he hated how he had to spend so much time away from home. And Brooke was a bit of a workaholic too so she was always gone a lot too.

Even James, who would normally be around to hang out with him, had become unavailable since he and Lucy officially became an item. Logan could tell that Lucy wasn't like all the other girls James had dated because for one thing, James never dated a girl for more than a week. And now it had been almost a month and they were still together, hanging out almost every single night. It was weird seeing his brother in an actual relationship for once, but Logan had to admit James did look happy.

And he liked seeing his brother happy, but Logan didn't understand why they had to spend literally every second of every day together. Because if James spent all of his time with Lucy then where would that leave him? Maybe he'd just have to get used to the fact that he couldn't be the only important person in James' life anymore.

Logan stopped on his way to his bedroom when he heard the sound of the house phone ringing. But when he picked up he was met with nothing but silence on the other end. That was weird, he thought. He realized this was the third time this week someone had called their house and not said anything when he picked up. And it always happened seemed to happen to him when he was at home alone. It was probably just a prank caller, he figured. He hung up the phone and went back upstairs to his room to finish studying.

The party where Kendall was supposed to meet Jo that night was happening at Mercedes Griffin's house. He and Mercedes didn't really get along too well but they were "friends", sort of by default. Because Kendall was the only one who knew what Mercedes looked like before she got her nose job (and had photographic evidence) and she was the only one who really knew about Kendall's past habit of promiscuity.

He'd been tired by the time he'd gotten off work so he hoped he wouldn't have to stay long. But so far he'd been there twenty minutes and there was no sign of Jo. If this was another one of her ploys to try and screw with his head he was about to be very, justifiably pissed off.

"What are you doing here Knight? I thought you were too cool to hang out with us now," Mercedes joked.

"I'm supposed to be meeting Jo here, have you seen her?"

"Maybe..."

"Just maybe?"

She shrugged. "How badly do you wanna know?"

Kendall rolled his eyes. "Look I'm not in the mood for your bullshit okay? A simple yes or no will be fine."

"Jeeze you're so touchy lately. What do you bother with that for anyway? I mean what is so special about Jo Taylor that she could turn you of all people into some pathetic, lovesick puppy."

"Well you're her best friend, you should know."

Mercedes responded by downing the rest of her drink. "Whatever. I've known you way longer than I've known her. And yet somehow you and I've never..."

She started edging closer to him, a little too close for his liking. Kendall remembered why he usually liked to avoid Mercedes after she'd been drinking, because occasionally she'd forget that the two of them didn't like each other. "Umm. Just so we're clear, any touching that happens between you and I won't be happening without the aid of a ten foot pole."

"And that is exactly why Jo dumped you. Because you're a jerk."

"She didn't dump me," he pointed out defensively. "And you're drunk so I'm gonna forgive you for saying that and pretend this conversation never happened."

"Well, do you want to know where she is or not? I'll give you a hint. She's not here.." she sing-songed.

"She left?"

"Yeah I saw her getting in the car with this guy..."

"What guy?"

"I don't know, just some guy. I didn't see his face. But they left about half an hour ago."

Part of Kendall hoped that Mercedes was just being obnoxious and trying to mess with him as usual, but something told him that she was telling the truth. And that Jo was the one who was screwing him over this time. "Are you sure that's what you saw?"

"Yes, I swear. What reason would I have to lie to you?" she said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Kendall, this might be hard for you to hear but maybe it's time you moved on. It looks like she already has."

Kendall shrugged her off. He decided he wouldn't believe it until he saw it for himself, or until she came out and told him. Kendall left the party and headed to Jo's house where he figured she'd be, but he was becoming more and more disturbed as he went. The thought that the guy she left with could possibly be there with her wasn't exactly comforting to him. If there was one way for Jo to try to mess with his head, it would be to play on the fact that Kendall got jealous really easily.

Fifteen minutes later he was on her doorstep. Jo didn't look surprised at all to see him when she opened the door. "I figured you would show up here eventually."

"Are you gonna let me in?"

She crossed her arms over chest. "I don't know if that's such a good idea."

Before she could shut the door on him Kendall put his hand out, stopping the door from shutting. "Please? Can we just talk for a second?"

Jo softened a little at his tone and sighed. "Fine, come in."

Kendall walked into the living room and took a look around the room. To his relief he found that it was empty. "There's no one here?"

"...Were you expecting someone?"

"The guy you left the party with. Mercedes said she saw you..."

"Oh you mean Dak? He was just giving me a ride home." When Kendall just looked at her, slightly skeptical she added, "You do know he's gay right? Figures you'd only show up here because you were jealous."

"That's not the only reason I'm here. Why do you keep blowing me off?" he asked.

Kendall sat down on the couch and she sat down beside him, curling her legs up underneath her.

"Kendall...I left the party because I wasn't sure if I could see you yet. Because I've been doing a lot of thinking and I think I want us to get back together."

Kendall furrowed his brows. That made literally no sense to him. "Okay...then what's the problem?"

"I just don't know if we're ready. It feels like it's too soon."

"It's been three months. What do I have to do to prove to you that you can trust me?"

"Kendall, when we first started dating people warned me about you. They said that I should be careful because you use people. I wasn't sure what to believe, but I believed you because I thought that what we had was different. You made me feel like I was special."

"You are," he said.

Jo smiled and looked down at her lap, nervously wringing her hands together. "I want to try this again. But it has to be different this time. No more screwing around."

"Okay."

"I mean it Kendall. Don't embarrass me like that ever again."

"Alright, are you finished?" Kendall grabbed her hands so she'd stop wringing them and she let out a breath.

"Yes, I'm finished. Do we understand each other?"

"Yes. Now can we stop all this going back and forth?"

Jo nodded and scooted closer to him, letting him pull her against his chest. "Kendall why do you want to get back together so badly anyway?"

"Because we're good together," he said, like it was simple.

"I suppose we are..." she pondered. "Is that the only reason?"

Kendall could hear the hopeful tone in her voice. And he knew what she was expecting, that she wanted him to tell her it was because he loved her. He could have just came out and said it but what would be the point of that if he wasn't even sure he meant it. Just to make her happy?

"And I missed you. A lot," he said, which was true. He really did miss her when they were broken up.

Jo smiled. She seemed to deem this an acceptable answer. "Yeah. I missed you too."

So I wanted to post this last night after I finished writing it but I was too lazy to proofread it. But anyway, leave a review and tell me what you think!

And just FYI the next chapter probably won't be up until this weekend because I have a lot of exams this week. Wish me luck!(pray for me)