Alright, chapter 2. Review and stuff, I love them! Even if they just say to update soon, those are my favorites. :) Also, I realized I switched from third-person to first-person a little in the last chapter! It's always been a big mistake of mine, I'll make sure to work on that! Haha, enjoy!

(Kendall Knight's POV)

You know when you get really lucky in a situation you're not looking forward to? This was definitely one of those days for me.

I was not looking forward to getting tutored by some little nerd from my high school that I hadn't even seen before. He was probably scrawny. Nerdy.

Boy, was I wrong! Logan Mitchell was actually some sort of god.

I would totally tell my two best friends, James Diamond and Carlos Garcia, that I was going to probably end up having sex with this really hot nerd, but then I realized they thought I liked girls.

Only girls.

Well, I like girls. Girls are great. But to say I wasn't attracted to most of the male population was complete bullshit. Sometimes I wouldn't mind if James or Carlos were down to mess around, but I shook that off.

I must've forgotten they didn't know, because the first thing I said to them when I saw them later the day after Logan and my first tutoring session was something along the lines of "Hey guys, my new tutor buddy is really hot!"

"What?" James asked, quirking an eyebrow. Carlos immediately stopped chewing on his corn dog and looked at me weirdly too.

"... I meant hot enough to hang out with us... You know?" I awkward tried to cover up.

"Uh, yeah... Sure. What's his name?" James asked.

"Logan Mitchell. You know him! That genius at our school." I replied.

"Oh yeah! I know him! He's in my gym class! He's really quiet." Carlos added in.

"Yeah, he's shy until you get to talk to him a lot. I broke him out of his shell I think. Anyways, we should invite him to hang out..."

"That sounds good." James shrugged. Carlos nodded too.

"Cool! I'll tell him next time. So what have you two been doing all day?"

As they went into a very detailed description of their day, I allowed myself to daydream a bit about Logan.

But not in a girly way... No. I'm not girly.

I continued to go to Logan's house for a couple of weeks before actually asking him if he wanted to hang out. I was also waiting to make another smooth move of mine, but his parents were almost home. In the next weeks, I had actually bonded a lot with Logan. It was surprising because the only part of his house I had seen was his kitchen, the place we studied, his bathroom, when I needed to shit, and his living room, the place we hung out in when we were done studying.

Logan could rap. He had yet to sing for me, but his rapping was really good. Especially for someone as white as he is. He had a good taste in music and was really good at writing poetry. I told him he should look into writing his own lyrics and stuff because he was great.

Our usual greeting would go with him answering the door, me telling him to take his shirt off for old times sake, and him telling me to shut up because his parents were home. Today was a little different...

"Hey." Logan said as he answered the door.

"Hi. Aw, your shirt is on." I said.

Logan rolled his eyes. "Hurry your ass up and get inside, I've been bored all day."

"Feisty. I assume your parents aren't home?"

"Nope. They shouldn't be home for a few hours, so we have a lot of time to just hang out."

"What about studying?" I asked.

"As your technical teacher for the summer, I guess I can give you the day off for us to just hang out." Logan replied.

"Great. Do you have any food?"

"Nope. I totally don't have food in the refrigerator."

"Shut up, smart ass."

Logan laughed and headed to the living room. "Get whatever you want out of the kitchen." He said over his shoulder.

Logan and I had developed the type of friendship where we are complete dicks to each other. I liked it. We had started texting more often but he had yet to meet my two other best friends.

"When do you wanna meet Carlos and James?" I asked as I walked in with a bag of Doritos.

"Whenever." Logan replied as he turned on the TV from the couch.

"Alright. Next week?"

"Sure, just tell me when."

I looked at what Logan was watching. "Hockey? Do you like it?"

"Love it. I used to play it."

"Hot."

"You're weird." Logan laughed.

"Says you, Hortense!"

"Don't call me that." Logan replied. "Do you want to see my room?"

"Sure, why not."

Logan got up and signaled for me to follow him. After a flight of stairs, we were at a door. He opened it and I saw a lot of posters. Posters of hockey players, famous musicians, movie posters. His walls were painted a dark green which gave the room a calming effect. His blanket was a lighter green and his pillows were white, like normal pillows. He had a pile of laundry on the other side of the room. I liked his room, it made me feel at home.

"Your room is awesome!"

"Really? I think it's boring."

"I love it. Are you ever gonna sing for me?"

"Someday."

"You've been saying that for weeks."

"Sorry. Next week, I promise." Logan said as he sat on his bed.

I nodded and watched him.

"What?" He asked.

It was now or never. His parents were out, I could practically rape the dude if I wanted to... But a kiss would do for now...

I practically jumped on him, attaching my lips to his. He flailed at first, eyes widening and mumbling something into my lips as loud as possible. I held his arms to his sides to make him stop flailing and eventually he did and began to kiss back.

We made out pretty hardcore for five minutes when we heard footsteps coming up the steps.

"Logan?" Logan's dad's familiar voice called out. How did we not hear the door open? I managed to unbutton half of Logan's shirt.

We both looked at each other wide eyed.

"Get under my bed!" Logan said in a loud whisper as he buttoned up his shirt.

"Logan, that never wor-"

"Get under my fucking bed!"

I obeyed him, making sure I'd make a comment on how hot he was when he was demanding. I scooted under the bed and stayed silent. I felt the bed sink in as Logan sat down on the bed.

"Logan?" Logan's dad asked, opening the door.

"Hey dad!" Logan said a little too awkwardly. I rolled my eyes.

"Did Kendall go home?"

"Yep, he's gone."

"But his car is outside..."

Logan was quiet for a few seconds. "He walked."

"Why?"

"I don't know, he's pretty weird dad."

"Then who's car is that?"

"Our neighbors. Come on dad, you knew this."

"Alright... Well, your mother and I will be down stairs."

"Alrighty."

I heard the door close.

Logan hopped off his bed and looked under the bed. "You need to get out now."

"How? Your parents are downstairs."

Logan was quiet for a while, obviously thinking. His eyes suddenly lit up. "I'll be right back."

After about a minute, Logan came back in with a rope. "Rope."

"Where did you find that?"

"It's always handy to have." Logan scoffed. I rolled my eyes.

Logan opened up his window. He threw the rope down until it reached the grass.

"Logan, that's gonna hurt my hands!"

"Do you have a better idea?"

"How about I just run?"

Logan stared at me. "Fine. You better run as fast as you can."

"I will. I'll wave to you when I'm outside."

Logan nodded as I opened Logan's door quietly. I booked it down the stairs and to his front door, scaring the shit out of the cat that I didn't know he had and sprinted to my car. I looked over at Logan's window quickly as I saw him standing there, eyes wide and mouth also wide open.

"Bye Logan, I can't wait till your mouth is around my dick!" I said as loudly as I could while trying to be quiet. I sprinted to my car.

"WHAT?" Logan exclaimed. I grinned and got in my car, starting it up, and driving home.

To be completely honest, I had a huge hard-on from making out with Logan.

So I had a bit of a weird gay crush on him... So what? Who wouldn't like that nerdy, adorable, kid. And at least I knew he didn't mind kissing me.

Overall, it was a good day.