2 weeks later
Thank God it's finally March; I thought it'd never come and to be honest, I wasn't really sure why. February was a pretty crappy month for me this year, and about the only good thing to happen was Kendall coming back. The Month started with a Play. I spent Valentine's Day at the love of my life's funeral. Fell in love a few days after and felt guilty about it. Jo left about a week ago and then there is now. I think the main reason I was excited was because I was starting back at school after what happened with James. I had been kind of going when I felt like it, but I was back full time and I know it's super dorky, but I was giddy. I liked school; it was my place to be the leader of the pack. It was the place where people really wanted me and when is that a bad thing. I would get to go to choir again and theatre and even though without Ja- him, it would be different, I think I was finally ready to handle it. I had Kendall by my side and Camille and Carlos had become an unstoppable duo of oxymoron's. Two very opposite people that absolutely loved to hang out together and tease each other and have fun. They were like the new Joe and I and I felt good for them, even if I was slightly lonely now. I'd made a habit as soon as she left to call her every night and she was enjoying school in the new town because she had finally found a total group to fit in with and be herself. I told her that I was a little scared to go back, but happy, which she laughed at and called me a nerd. I freakin loved that girl. But right now, I have to rush to get ready for school to catch the bus, which wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't so nervous. Camille walked in while I was digging in my closet and laughed when she saw me so torn up about a simple outfit.
"You okay Bambi," she grinned, "You look like you're about to cry over which one to wear."
"I just want it all to work today," I responded, still thinking about the shirt over shirt or the jean vest with a black long sleeve outfit. This wasn't going to be easy.
"Look, you're making this a bigger deal than it is," she said as she walked up and looked at the two outfits I had sat out. "I'll pick while you work on your hair, which you really need to start soon cause you slept hard on it." I laughed nervously before taking the comb and brush with a water spritzer and working on doing my do. It was a little weird, but I felt like at this point, it was a trademark of me, like the chain I liked to wear like my dad. What these Minnesota kids must think of me. I finally had it good when Camille rushed over with her choice, a simple white, long sleeve, button-up shirt with a black vest and my black skinny jeans with my supra shoes that were black to go with the ensemble. I stripped down as fast as I could to get it on while Camille started to hairspray my hair into place. Oh how I was beginning to love this girl. Nothing better than a friend who'll hold your hair, or spray it together. Finally, after a record time of twenty minutes, I was ready and apparently, so was Camille.
"You're gonna wear that," I said, a little to snarky for my own good.
"Got a problem with that," she said, pursing her lips together.
"No, It's just a little Goth for your normal style, that's all," I said, examining the simple black dress with black stockings and black boots with the black, fingerless gloves.
"Sometimes, you can totally Queen out on me, you know that right," she said laughing, "it makes sense you grew up in L.A."
"That's not an answer," I stated simply.
"Fine, Carlos and I are going with a Goth theme together today, but I'm waiting to see if he does heavy eye-liner. If he does, I'll just do it at school."
"Why are you guys doing that," I asked as we climbed into Camille's small, electric blue Honda.
"I forget you haven't been to school lately, but Ms. Wainright got another play ready to replace Romeo and Julian since the incident. I'm going out for the main character."
"What's this one called exactly, because I don't know any plays about Goth kids that are classics?"
"It's called 'Scene Kids' to be exact, and that's why I'm putting these different streak extensions in my hair," she said, pulling into a stop light and attaching the extension, "Are you just gonna sit and watch or help?" Immediately, I took the highlights from her hand and started putting them in, giving a little space between each to let her naturally dark hair show. It was a little harder on the other side of her head, but I was committed to doing this. I mean she spent her morning dressing me, it was the least I could do.
"You know, you really like getting into character don't you," I said as we pulled into the school parking lot, "You acted like a Kardashian right until the first play and now this."
"I'm a method actress Bambi," she stated back, putting her nose in the air like she had said something exquisitely important to life in general. "When you go to Hollywood and become super famous, I plan to be too, but I won't ride your coattails. I plan to do it all on my own." We both got out of the car as fast as we could and I helped adjust some of the extensions I hadn't done my best on. She was like my little Goth baby; I was so proud for some weird reason. Carlos ran up with a huge pink streak in the middle of his hair and was wearing a black, skin-tight tank top with big black bracelets, blue gloves, black skin tight jeans and combat boots, but the real kicker was the gallons of eye-liner he had on. I had no idea he had joined theatre too, but dear God, I barely had any idea what was going on at all today. He ran up to Camille and they started jumping up and down at the geniusness of their outfits which made me laugh a little. Kendall came up behind me and put his arms around me waist before kissing me on the cheek, which made me blush. This time it was Carlos laughing at me while applying Camille's eyeliner. When had my friends become so interesting? And gotten seemingly recast.
"Hey Logie-bear," Kendall started, still behind me, "miss me."
"Last night was our first night apart," I said, turning to his chest as he gripped me tighter.
"Yeah, and it felt like hell," he whined, planting kisses on my forehead, "come on, stay over at my place, or I'll stay at yours, but we can't just separate. Not when we're an old married couple all of the time. We're even sexless. We're more married than most of the people in this town." He could always make me laugh when I was trying not to and boy was that obnoxious. We all started to walk in before that joy faded.
"Hey, Fag boy's back," one person yelled.
"Who's the new Boy-toy, Kurt," another person said.
"Kendall and Logan fucking in a true, f-u-c-k-i-n-g.."
These kind of taunts rang threw the hall as Kendall carefully walked me through to my locker, which someone had vandalized with a big penis on it. I decided to ignore it and just go on with my day when a person I didn't really recognize or talked to walked up to me. At first I thought it was Kendall, but when I looked across the room, he was still at his locker, getting his books.
"Hey, Bambi," the tall boy started, "Watcha doin back already. I thought you just lost a boyfriend."
"Um, hi," I looked down, embarrassed at what to say next, "what exactly is your name again?"
"You don't recognize the Captain of the football team," he said, "Dak, you know Dak Seavon, number 77." I just shook my head and gave him a smile while still getting my books. "Look, that's not the point, I know you just lost your boyfriend and wanted to know if you were free sometime, maybe we could hook-up. I saw the pic of you and Ken over there and it was pretty frickin hot. I wanted to know if you'd come over and reenact it with me. I know you like acting." He said it so smugly I wanted to punch him, but he was getting to close even for that. "I could give you exactly what you need," he said, just an inch from my ear, "I could punish you like you like."
"I'd prefer to not get punished," I said coyly back, waiting for Kendall to arrive and get him to back off. Kendall might have stopped homophobic bullying, but I was pretty sure he'd beat the crap out of Dak if he got any closer.
"Oh, I think you would," he responded and grabbed my ass before walking away a little. "Hey, This is yours," he said, tossing a lollipop at me which I somehow caught, "if you get nervous in Math again, go ahead and use it. I won't mind at all." He said as he turned and finally walked away, leaving me bright red. He went and high-fived a few of the other football players before walking to class. What a giant jerk. I had all my books and walked up to Kendall's locker, upset in general when he slammed it shut and turned to me.
"You okay Logie," Kendall started, "You look a little shaken up."
"The captain of the football team just hit on me and then felt me up," I said, still glaring, "what a pervert. And then he gave me this sucker and told me to use it during math. I don't get nervous in math."
"Yes you do honey," Kendall said back chuckling, "That's when you do your best work on the pencil, oh and the things you've done to that dry-erase marker. Unspeakable."
"Well, I think it's highly inappropriate for everyone to be watching and enjoying so much of a habit of mine," I said back, turning around to start walking to my first period math, just starting to get the joke.
"Well, I'll beat him up later for it if it makes you feel better, but I bet he felt your ass-up because it's perfect for that kinda shit. You're built like a little model. For a nerd, I still don't know how you stay as slightly toned as you do." He felt my bottom up, which was still a very bizarre feeling, but it was Kendall's to do. We walked into Math and Kendall took the seat next to were Joe usually was and looked at the black board. This was going to be a difficult day for everyone, but of course not for me. Cause I don't care what anyone says, I don't get nervous in this class. This is my best subject. The teacher started the lesson and I got lost in the material, more than usual and before I knew it, I was awoken from my equation filled trance to Kendall's hand. He pointed to the pencil eraser tip that was in my mouth, nearing the back of my throat. Nasty habit. But then I realized what he was really pointing out to me. My eyes grew wide when I looked at the whole class whose eyes were fixated on me and my actions. I would have blushed, but I remembered the lollipop in my pocket that the Football captain had given me. If this is what I did when I got in the zone, well so be it. I undid the wrap and put it in my mouth before getting back to the books and after hearing a soft moan, I realized I was putting on a show again.
Author's Note: I don't know why, but I like putting these at the bottom like a little commentary for you to understand what I wrote. My writing usually reflects my mood and right now, I'm feeling pretty good, especially cause I just got back from going out with friends and was inspired. Not really by them, but just inspiration if general. Anyway, I know lately I've been focusing on Logan's naughy tendency, but I enjoy thinking that such a perfect little smarty could have a few sexual deviancies' he doesn't even know about. It's a delicious thought for me. Anyway, I'll probably be writing a little more fluff than usual to build up for the grand finally that will come in a few chapters. Just put up with the lovey-doveyness cause soon, shit's totally going to go down. And it's gonna be a total game-changer. P.S., I noticed that people dedicate chapters, so I'm going to dedicate this to someone whose so awesome and constantly reviews, TheClaire24. I'm gonna make dedications regular, so I hope to get everyone. Luv Ya. XoXo