Author's Note: I realize I'm updating this story fast, but that's just cause a lot of the beginning of the story came at me really fast. Also I want to please your voracious appetites' for Kogan lust. Lastly, I'm just straight up excited to start my first story, dorky right. Anyway, let's get going cause we're finally to Logan's first school day in Minnesota. Enjoy. Love You. XoXo
It was my first day of school and I was really nervous and James wasn't any help because he told me that everyone was waiting for the new, out gay guy to come. He said I was a headliner and I better not fail to make a big scene with clothing so people knew who I was. Because being in a bigoted town wasn't hard enough, no pea cocking in High School that you were gay to a bunch of jocks was the way to go. Thanks James. And since he was so adamant on the phone last night, I decided not to fail him and I went all out. I went to the Wal-Mart done the street to buy a quick, cheap jacket (and let me tell you, it wasn't pleasant, but I was desperate, so don't judge) for tomorrow. It was bright blue. I then raided my closet and then the boxes left in my room for the shirt I would use. It was the Old Navy, 2011 Pride fest edition that had the words "Love Proudly," plastered down it in each color of the pride flag. Those with a pair of leather gloves Camille gave me that I cut the fingers out of and tight gray skinny jeans with pink converses really set me up to show like a unicorn. I realized the pink converse was a little overdone, but I wanted to make sure every single person knew. Why the hell not. If I was gonna get judged, might as well get judged like a champ. I started by going to the secretary's office to pick up my schedule and information. The secretary honestly didn't know how to respond to me or my outfit.
She just said, "Be careful out there Bam… I mean Logan….. you might be coming on a little to strong." I got what she was trying to say, but I already knew that, and I was ready to go and be the center of attention. And oh how I was. I walked to my locker and opened it and while there, some football players told me to just call if I ever wanted to blow anyone. Cause you know sometimes I just can't fight the urge. Then the Hockey Team felt my ass up after one of them knocked my books out of my hands and I bent over to pick them up. Someone put a sticker that said, "God hates Fags" on my locker and I got in trouble for religious references. Did I mention this all started before the day began. Then classes started and that's where things got intense. A few guys dressed in leather came up and crowded around my desk. Then the ring-leader started to talk, "We don't like your Girly-Boy types roaming our halls."
I didn't really know how to respond. I was still traumatized from the fact that Kendall might have grabbed my ass. He got in my face and the ring of people got tighter when he started again, "Why don't I let my fists straighten you up, if you catch my drift." I just realized what was going to happen when he drew his fist back. I tried to cover my face but gave up and just decided to take the hit. It wasn't my first one, and it wasn't the worst on to happen to me. Being threatened with death and rape was the worst thing to happen to me. Even if the rape part never was even gonna happen. The fist was only a few centimeters from my face when all of the sudden, he fell back, he fell back hard on his ass. And then I saw her. She was a beautiful girl who was tall with blonde hair and brown eyebrows. She looked like a girl version of Kendall, and I didn't know why, but I like it.
"Back the Fuck off, Or I'll fuck the rest of you up." Her voice was soft, but at the same time, it demanded authority.
"Back the Fuck up Dykey-Wykey, were here to beat up the fag; you don't matter anymore" the second boy said after their leader was still on the ground. That's when it happened. The thing than would confuse me forever. Kendall came over and gave one look. Not to me or the girl. But to the bully's around us. They ran. They all ran with their tail between their legs. And then he turned to the girl and said to her roughly, "Tell your rainbow friend to tone it down Jo, or I'll beat him up myself." He walked away without a second word. I bent over to get my books when she got down on he floor with me.
"You okay," she said gently to me as she spoke up.
"Yeah, just dandy," I said grimly to her as she handed me the books.
"I'm Jo, what's your name," she said still smiling.
"I'm Logan, I'm new," I said quietly.
"That's obvious," she responded chuckling.
"Can I ask you a question," I responded, looking at her with scared eyes.
"Only if I can as well," she said as she lead me to the front two desks. We sat down getting ready for our first period math class.
"Why'd they call you a .. 'dyke'" I said, but I couldn't look her in the eyes.
She was blunt about it, "I'm an out Lesbian. You know your not as revolutionary as you think, but now it's my turn. Really? Pink Shoes." She said, still slightly chuckling.
I giggled and then said, "Really, you think too overdone." "All you need left is you different colored hair to finish off the stereotype," "Thanks, that's what I was going for,"
Then she looked at me, looked around, and then looked at me again, "Don't do this again," she said softly, but with authority, "I get you wanted to make a show day one, but people don't respond well to that. I still get shit for going by 'Jo' and Josephine." I nodded, understanding exactly what she said and taking heed. She was right, I didn't expect this level of frigidness on day one and yet here it was.
I turned to her again, "We're both gonna take a lot of … shit …. For this I know, so you wanna be friends."
"If you mean LGBT sticking together, than hell yeah, but I was planning to be your friend from the get-go," she gave me those honest eyes, "I loved Bambi."
I didn't get it at first till I thought of Kendall. He's been calling me Bambi around here hasn't he. I bet he gets some sick pleasure out of it. Beating me up and then protecting me from bullies. Giving me a pet name and then threatening to hurt me. I was so confused, and I like it. Even when he did what he did to me, I had a weird yearning for Kendall. Its love and hate. Hurt and Care. And it made me sick to be in love with such a homophobe. And then I was forced to admit it. I was kinda in love with him and I didn't know how. The Professor rushed in with his papers going everywere and got straight into the lesson. I felt like he didn't know what he was saying so I watched as he bounced around the board erratically, writing random equations and calling people to the board to answer as he threw the lesson together. I thought it was hilarious. I loved school, specifically math, and it was weird to have a teacher I felt superior to. But I knew if I was gonna make a splash my first day, I was gonna have get in the zone, so I hummed my favorite song under my breath,
"the Fame, Fame, doing it for the fame, fame, cause we gotta live the life of the rich and famous…" and I was ready, I was ready to dominate that class. And I did, and I did the one after that and the one after that. Because a secret very dear to me was that music helped every aspect of my life. I completely depended on it for everything. It became my friend when I had none and stayed with me forever. When everything was gone, I still had music. A really nice part of my first periods was the fact that Jo was with me for all of them. We exchanged cell numbers during a dull moment in science while the teacher was lecturing on homework. And it made me think. I still don't have James's or Camille's number. I couldn't get Camille's number because she went to a private school, but I could get James's here at school today.
So at lunch I walked up to him at his table, with his friends, and asked, and then it hit me what I had done wrong, "Dude, I'm not gay" He said defensively, Carlos punching his fist while he continued, " and I better not once find you checking out my ass or I'll go psycho." Carlos was egging him on. "Tell him, put that no good homo in his place." And that's when I started to break again. The flood gates started to fall and I knew I couldn't take one more word so I just looked at my bright pink shoes. Then James started again, "For such a smart ass kid, you don't know when to stop do you. You were nothing but a way to get my rocks off and you know it. You may have liked it, but I sure as hell didn't," and then I remembered what he told his friends. He was gonna have his way with me. And in his mind with them, he did. And I just started to cry. About everything. About how much I needed James's friendship. About how much I wanted this town's acceptance. About how I wished Jo would bail me out again. About how I possibly-could love Kendall. And it all hurt. It all came pouring out. That's when I felt two arms scoop up my shoulders and half drag me to a table as I continued to sob. I heard her yell fuck off and I felt her blonde pony-tail bounce against the back of my head.
"Why do you act so innocent all the time Bambi," Jo started, "Stand up for yourself and don't let those bastards put you down." I looked up and she smiled, "We have each other don't we." I nodded silently as she tossed me the roll off her plate. "It up dough-eyes, we wanna keep you beautiful." I giggled and so did she and we had a nice lunch together. As time went by, I finally responded to her comment.
"I'm not always so pitiful and innocent. I have quite a potty-mouth around friends," I confessed aloud.
She bowed her head, "Oh, we're just not that close a friends. I get i…."
I smirked, "You don't get it at all, bitch."She laughed and I laughed and it felt like my time with James all over again. And that's when we started going by 'Bambi and the Bitch' around the whole school. It was super-cool to have an out best-friend. We were each other's heroes.