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A/N: this will be short. It's mostly a filler chapter. oh and from now on I don't really know how good my updates will be. I'll try to make them fast, but I'll be busy. just a warning.

Kendall's pov

Jo was looking at me weird and I sighed.

"I'm sorry." I said, I had probably began to daydream. Again.

"It's okay." She said, but I could tell that she was annoyed. She lazily made her way into my lap and raked a hand over my hair. Her smiled made me smile and she kissed me passionately.

I wanted to like it. I did. I enjoyed it very much, but it was just so hard to do this now.

"Jo-" I began after I had pulled away.

Jo sighed and moved off of me.

"Okay, fine." She looked ready to cry, and rubbed a hand over her forehead. She looked so stressed. "You need to leave it alone, Kendall. Logan's fine. He's a big boy he can take care of himself!" She shouted at me.

I stared at her shocked.

"Seriously, Kendall. You worry more about him than you do me. You act like he's your girlfriend, when in fact I am. And I'm right here." Jo screamed, face red and distorted in rage.

I sat up and sighed. I couldn't even look at her.

Ever since I found out about his cuts, I promised I wouldn't tell anyone if I helped him, but now I wasn't so sure.

Maybe if I just told Jo what was wrong she wouldn't be so angry at me.

"I'm breaking off with you." Jo said, quietly.

"What?" I looked at her shocked. My heart stopped in place and I couldn't believe my ears.

"You heard me." Jo looked at me carefully. "I just don't know what to do anymore."

"Jo, give me a chance. I can fix it. I'll be the best boyfriend ever. Just please give me a chance." I pleaded.

Jo shook her head. "No, I can't do this anymore." She held her apartment door open and I stared at her for a moment. "Leave, please."

With no idea what to say, I walked out of there. My world confused and flipped upside down by what had just happened.

This couldn't have just happened.

I went to the apartment and for once, I was the one who locked myself in our shared room. I hadn't seen Logan the whole day. It was a good thing, because if I had I would have hurt him. Just so he could fell how broken I felt inside.

I couldn't believe anything anymore.

Carlos pov

Lust, love, crush, puppy love. There were so many words for it. I sighed.

"I don't want to know what it is, just how to get over it." I repeated for the millionth time.

Logan glared at me.

"I don't know, Carlos. What you're dealing with, it's feelings. Believe it or not, there is no logical way that I could help you with that." Logan said angrily.

His anger hurt me. I didn't want to get him angry or anything. I just wanted help.

Logan sighed and placed a hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry, Carlitos. I'm just tired."

I nodded.

"Just tell me how you feel." Logan said, and sat down next to me.

In the silent apartment room, I barely heard him over my shock. "What?"

"Look, the best way to get over something is to let it out. Come on, tell me how cute James is." Logan joked and I pushed him away laughing.

"Shut up, Logan." I said, although I had to admit that this whole talk, even though it was barely starting, it did make me feel better. "Look, I don't know what it is. He's just really smart and, used to be sweet." I sighed. "He hates me now."

"You told me you guys kissed a second time, right?" Logan asked, and I blushed, but nodded.

I hated remembering. I didn't want to admit it to anyone, but Logan. It was so hard to just say that I had liked it. I wanted to bug James, to make him feel as bad as he had made me feel when he said the first kiss was in my head, that it hadn't happened.

Most of all, I wanted him to feel as humiliated as me. And so I kissed him. Now, though, I sometimes wished I could take it back.

Logan continued by saying, "Someone who hates you wouldn't kiss you."

"How do you know?" I asked.

"Well, who do you hate?"

"I don't hate anyone." I answered honestly.

Logan smiled at me. "Okay, well, lets see. As an example. I wouldn't kiss Jett Stetson, mostly because I don't really liked how conceited he is." He told me.

"Who would you kiss?" I asked, interested.

Logan smiled at me. "No one."

"Tell me." I said, and smiled. "What? It can't be worse than me kissing James?"

"Look, I don't want to kiss anyone. Now anyway. I have better things to worry about. Like you and James for example."

I sighed and nodded. "Thank you for listening. It feels like you're the only one that does."

"I understand, buddy." Logan said.

"What's wrong with you lately?" I blurted out.

"Nothing." Logan told me, his eyes darkening. And he hugged himself. "Come on, let's just figure everything out."

"Fine." I said and we continued to talk about James.

James pov

I knew they were talking about me. It didn't bother me. Well, it did, but I had to keep myself calm until later. Now was not the best moment to scream at them.

I really hated everything.

How Carlos had just made fun of me.

I didn't listen to everything they said, I felt really awkward. And anyway, all I wanted was to find something I could use against him. Nothing.

Just having Logan there, the one that started all of this, made me even more angrier.

It was like the world was against me.

My Cuda products didn't even make me happy anymore.

I just felt so sad and weird.

I wanted it to go away.

this was a bit boring. sorry.