After the incident in Math, the day went pretty smooth for me because Kendall was back by mid-second period.
"I was so worried you'd get suspended," I whispered to Kendall while the teacher's shrill voice rang from the board. I didn't particularly enjoy English and today was no better for me.
"Really Sugar," he said, smiling cheek-to-cheek, "You should know better, the teachers at this school are so lazy that the principal didn't even listen. He was on the phone when I explained myself and just let me leave. And I was ready to go anyway, I missed you."
"Yeah, I missed you too," I said, grabbing Kendall's hand he had extended after he finished speaking, "but I told you I had a bad feeling about today; I just know It'll get worse somehow."
"Calm down Logie," he responded, giggling a little at my reaction, "you're acting like someone almost died. I got in trouble; before I met you, I did that type of shit all the time."
"Fine," I gave up, not having the heart or hope that I was right, "I guess you're right, I'm just a little paranoid about the play tonight, that's all. But, please, nothing else like that, I don't want to be away from you any more than I have too."
"Deal," he responded with a smile before acting like he was paying attention.
"Mr. Mitchell, please stop disturbing Mr. Knight," Mrs. Sorch said before continuing on with her lesson.
"Yes Mam," I responded, embarrassed at having been caught; I was never reprimanded in class. It just didn't happen. Kendall snickered when he saw my bright red face and I got it; he had gotten me in trouble just to freak me out more about today. "I hate you sometimes," I said back stone faced, deciding I had the right to be at least a little upset.
"Sorry Sugar," he said smirking, "I'll take the fall next time!" he snickered a little more before Mrs. Sorch shot a glance at him. He was pretty quiet for the rest of the period. But lunch was a different story for us and it all started when the jocks decided to mess with us drama geeks.
Dak Seavon walked up to the Jennifer who was giving Camille some final acting cues and started it, "Hey hot stuff, what's going on?"
Jennifer gave him a disgusted look before responding, "Excuse me; do I know you?"
"Na," he replied smugly, "But if you'd come home with me, you'd get to know me a lot better."
"Listen Fucker," Jennifer said turning to officially face him, "back the fuck off or I'll break the twig in your pants you call a dick."
"Geeze," he retorted, still smug as ever, "I didn't realize Camille over here was your girlfriend," he looked at the lunch table filled with the rest of the drama club and Kendall, "Any of you at this table not Lezzy, I'll give you a nice ride."
"Like in a car," Jenny Tinkler jumped up clapping in her usual upbeat mood, "I'm not a lesbian, but I don't know why that would matter if you are just gonna drive me around." The captain of the football team smiled before grabbing her hand and kissing it.
"Cut the bull shit, Dak," Kendall finally said, pushing Jenny behind him and going face to face with the horny boy, "Why are you really fucking with us. Cheerleaders aren't enough?"
"I told you I'd get you back."
"Hurting Logan wasn't enough for you. You saw him cry after it all. How fucking dare you do that to him and the worst part, he refused to even tell. You got off the fucking hook for hurting him worse than anyone else could. So no, there is no payback from you. You don't even get to breathe the same air as him." Kendall was passionate about this, because it hurt him most of all that it happened to me and he was there the whole time. But I knew I couldn't tell; for Kendall and everyone else that I loved. I just couldn't risk losing it all after already missing so much already and it burned Kendall to the core that I refused to tell him why I was keeping it a secret. I told him my sex life was broadcast enough, but he could see straight through that lie.
"Look Dak, just go away," I thought I said it quietly, but when everyone turned to look at me, I realized that my quiet voice apparently traveled.
"I'd go away for a favor," Dak repeated with that smug look on his gross little face, "I won't even get you back, just one time and this time, no tears. Kay." Ugh I hate him. Ass.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Kendall yelled after hearing what he said, "Why are you even fucking talking to us right now."
"Well, I'm actually buying time."
"Time to do what?" Kendall seethed, obviously becoming more and more angry by the annoyance in front of him.
"This!" yelled a few other footballers from behind me as I felt cold ice and water fall down my shoulders. My hair and clothes were ruined and I was covered in blue Kool-aid when fists started swinging; and Kendall had promised me an uneventful day. A huge fight broke out between the drama club and the football team and from far away, it would have been absolutely hilarious to see a bunch of girls fight a bunch of huge boys. Being in it, not so much; I learned something very interesting that day, don't cross a group of nervous, excited girls. When I saw Jenny kick someone in the gut, I realized that everyone really was in on it, but me. I did my best not to get hit because the ice already really stung and I really started to get worried. There was one secret that I never told Kendall that kind of embarrassed me; I wore contacts. I'd always take them out or put them in before he could notice, but now, I was worried one had slipped out of my eye. Water doesn't wash a contact out, but rubbing your eye can and I couldn't see a single thing while climbing under the table. I just kind of sat there, blind, scared and wet while I watched the fight unfold around me. After three teachers and the Vice-Principal showed, the fight was finally over and no one was really injured, but everyone was in trouble.
"STOP!" screamed Ms. Krenshaw from the table across from the events, "STOP It Right now!" like a scene from a John Hughes movie. Everyone stopped and starred at the wailing teacher with thick glasses across from us. We all got detention for Monday because the Football team had a huge game tonight. Not once did they bring up our big play redebut or the fact that they all started it. But what was more humiliating would be what was coming later.
"There's no clothes in the lost-n-found anymore Bambi," the secretary said, giving up on calling me my name anymore. "See if ya friends have anything for you," and boy did they.
"Well, I have that long sleeve shirt you lent me that was too small, so you can wear that," Kendall said, pulling it out of his locker to me smiling gratefully. Pants were a different issue; he didn't have any and neither did Carlos. No one seemed to have any, but the last person that I wanted to ask. I didn't hate them, but they had a consistence for wearing, 'zany,' outfits.
"Of course Logan," piped Jenny from her locker, still smiling after all that had happened, "I always keep a spare outfit in case something happens to me. 'Always be prepared' is my motto, especially when dressing your very best." She pulled out a small bag out of her locker and immediately, I was nervous. "Yes, here it is," she shrilled out, handing me the pair of short shorts. "I hope you don't mind the length, they're for volley-ball if I actually join the team after all, but I'd really like you to wear them. It'd make my day."
"Jenny, I just don't know if I can pull something off like this, it's just so iconic of you," I offered, putting the shorts back out to her.
She wouldn't have it, "You're making me so sad Logan," she pouted, bouncing her hair, "please wear them, as a gift. You have a great set of legs, I'm sure you can pull them off." It wasn't my legs everyone would be staring at. Hesitantly, I walked to the locker room to shower off the sugar smell and put on my clothes before my next period, and what do you know, the shorts fit nice and snug on my ass; I don't think I'd ever be able to live off wearing booty shorts, but I couldn't stand seeing Jenny sad. She was just too cheerful. I just didn't want Dak getting pleasure out of it; thank god he wasn't in any of my courses after lunch. I pulled the shirt on, which covered half the shorts, making it look more like a dress than a top, and the sleeves went far past my arms. Kendall had stretched it unmercifully. I was lacing my tennis-shoes up as fast as I could when I saw the spaghetti sauce poured all over them. I'd have to get a pair of shoes too now. Slowly, I exited the locker room to an ecstatic Jenny.
"You look amazing Bam Bam," she screamed clapping, "but don't tell me you're going to wear those destroyed shoes. Here, I had some converse with the outfit too, stay right there." Crap! I just knew that it could get worse and it did. Jenny pulled out a pair of black, all-stars that went all the way past the knee; just what I needed to come off more girly. No, being petite and having pale skin wasn't enough today; No, today I'd need to also be wearing girl clothes. I was lacing the shoes when I realized the laces were neon pink; great, icing on the freaking cake. I left my hair down and went out because there was one last thing I'd need to complete this, something to see with. I ran to my locker as fast as I could and grabbed the bag holding my glasses before I thought Kendall had arrived, but when I felt two hands cupping my ass, I realized that I'd failed. I put the glasses on and turned to face a stunned Kendall leaning against the locker next to me.
"Careful Logie," Kendall said smirking, "Cause someone might take advantage of you in those clothes … like me!" HE bent me over like some corny scene out of a forty's movie, but it went a little farther than a smooch; Kendall had decided to force me to let go and go with him as our lips collided in one of those really erotic kisses. The ones with tongue involved, and I'd be damned if I didn't think it was the coolest thing in the world.
"Be careful," said Camille with Carlos by her side.
"You could get her pregnant," Carlos said, high-fiving Camille when we came up for air, "Oh, it's Logan that he's humping in the middle of the school. Go on then."
"Nice shorts Miley," (they were Hannah Montana brand after all), "but they don't leave a lot the imagination," Camille said winking, before her and Carlos walked on.
"Awe, screw them, I kinda wish you'd dress like this more," Kendall said, smiling when he got a good look over me, "But, when did you start wearing glasses."
I blushed a little, deciding to answer the question honestly, "Actually, since the third grade, but I've worn contacts since the eighth, and I've kinda kept it from you since then."
"I don't know what's cuter," Kendall responded, "that you wear glasses, or that their hipster glasses," he said, quirking an eyebrow while I grabbed my books to be early for the next period.
"Don't judge me," I replied, the blush slowly, but surely disappearing, "I've been through a lot of trends, and trends are like weather in California. Everyone follows them, but not all of them stick."
"I like when you start California Dreamin," Kendall, responded, his hand still around my ass, "because you get all giddy." We both sat down when I realized just how neon the shoe-laces were and ten times worse, we were watching a movie today in Physical Science. They shown out like they were flood lights; but this could get better cause guess who couldn't stop looking at the tiny shorts; Mr. Eyebrows himself, Kendall Knight. And when Kendall couldn't stop staring at my booty shorts the whole movie and so everyone else began to stair. As if my reputation wasn't bad enough for having sexual ticks, like pencil biting. Yet, this long day was not over, not even close. Because my very last period of today turned out to be a very interesting Physical Education. Besides the fact that the coach was a little pervy, I completely forgot my Gym uniform and would have to do everything in the skimpy outfit I was wearing. This had to be the worst day of my life.
"Mr. Mitchell, *traveling eyes to my bottom* you are trying to tell me that you are not prepared for class," Coach Thomas said, eyeing me up and down. I usually was fine with using sex appeal to get out of situations if I could, but this was very different. I just didn't feel comfortable doing it to a teacher, but my senses took over a little.
"Yeah Coach Thomas," I responded, biting into my bottom lip and looking away, shifting a little in the tight shorts, "it's been a bad day."
"No excuses *eyes moving onto my crotch area* this is unacceptable behavior on your part Mr. Mitchell," he said, coming closer to me were we were just a few feet apart. I heard Kendall snickering from the other side of the gym. "Drop down and give me twenty push-ups." I did as instructed to the best of my ability in the ensemble, but it seemed like he had ulterior motives for getting me to do this act. "No Mitchell, you're doing it incorrectly," he barked after my third push up, his eyes back on my bottom area. "You need to go lower," he placed his hand on my rear and started to push down with a little bit of strange pressure. I think I could sue for sexual harassment, but this town was so ass-backwards that I'd probably lose the case. After being all felt up and done with, he sent me on to participate with everyone else; Kendall was wildly amused at what happened.
"Did someone else touch my Bunny," he said, pulling me close, "Because I'll rip their arms off if they did," he said it while batting away a basketball, never breaking eye-contact. I blushed and lifted my leg up mid-way when he kissed me on the forehead while my arms were around his neck; he'd done it again, turned me into a school-girl.
"Don't you think we should play with everyone else Kendall," I said, starring at all the boys around us, "We could get in trouble and I've already gotten detention for next week."
"Thomas is too busy watchin your ass sway to even talk," Kendall said, finally moving to pick up the basketball sitting next to us. "But if you really want to play, I could give you private lessons," he put the ball in my hands and picked a goal that was a little far away, but empty to shoot at. At first, I thought maybe we'd play a little, which I was very bad at, yet when we got there he stepped behind me and wrapped his arms around mine to help guide me, his body on top of mine. "You do it more like this Sugar," he said, lifting my hands and releasing them up as we threw the ball together. Then I felt the extra member join our party against my back-side. "Sorry," he said smiling at me from behind, "what can I say, he wanted to join our game too." This type of thing was happening way to often this last year, and I was beginning to like it.
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Okay, I'm sad because I finished the story and I hyped up the big ending a lot, and then I wrote it and was like, 'This totally sucks,' so I'm going to rewrite it because I've been teasing all of you mercilessly about it. So, I know this all might seem random and honestly, it is, I just felt like putting Logan in daisy dukes and long converse to make his play day worse. I have a thing for converse. I don't know, it's just all I wear with outfits. And I dedicate this chapter to a very loyal reader who always tells me how they feel afterward and I love that because the fact I made you feel anything is exciting to me, so thank you so much klolo8. Luv you gurrl. P.S. I don't know if you could tell by how many times I've used the word 'like,' but I've been watching the Kardashians way too much lately. I like, literally Love You. Like, XoXo