Logan's POV (Point Of View)

"Okay honey, do you have everything?" Mom asked.

"I sure do!" I patted my backpack, which was pushed tightly against my back.

"Great! Then I guess you're off. Good luck, sweetie." She gently pinched my cheeks as I smiled. "I hope you enjoy the new school!"

And with a smile, I was out the door.

Starting grade 12 wasn't that big a deal since I already took some grade 12 courses last year. Some call me a smarty, or a genius. I skipped grade 10 because the teachers thought the work wasn't hard enough for me. I didn't want to skip, I wanted to feel like a normal teenager. I guess I can be smart, but people often forget that I also want to have fun. I hope my new friends will realize that…

My thoughts were interrupted when I suddenly fell flat on the ground.

"Dude, watch where you're going next time." A tall blonde boy, about my age, got up from the pavement. As he was picking up his books, I couldn't help but stare. He was so… beautiful.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention: I'm gay. My parents don't know and I'd like to keep it that way. They wouldn't approve anyway. Actually, now that I think of it, no one knows. I never told anyone and I try not to make it obvious. That's why I never dated any guys before. I guess I'm just scared.

"Uh… hello? Dude?" He was standing in front of me as he held his hand at my face, ready to help me up. I quickly shook myself and took his hand.

"Sorry about that, I… uh, I was just… thinking and, uh…" Okay, I guess I'm shy in front of beautiful men.

"It's cool, happens to me all the time." He flashed me a perfect smile and winked.

I felt like melting.

Now that we were both standing, I could see his face properly. I was a little shorter than him. He had blonde hair that would shine in the sun and fly in the wind. His piercing eyes were a gorgeous shade of green. He wore a green t-shirt, matching his eyes, with a black jacket. His jeans were a dark-ish blue, somewhat grey.

"I'm Logan." I blurted out. Wow, I never knew I could be THIS shy… did he even understand me?

He laughed a little. "I'm Kendall." Suddenly the smile on his face turned into a worried look.

He checked his watch and patted my back. "Hey look, it was nice talking to you, but school starts in 10 minutes. I can't be late on my first day!" And he ran off into some bushes.

Bushes? What school did he go to? Something about him was mysterious and intriguing. Maybe I would see him around.

I was so star struck by Kendall; I didn't even notice that I also had school that started in 10 minutes. I'm never late for school! And being late on the first day? What kind of impression would that make?

I quickly gathered my books, which were still on the floor, and ran all the way to school.

For the whole run, I couldn't help but think of Kendall.