I was lying in bed, hands behind my head, blankets kicked off, just in boxers.

It hit me again. I was with 19 year old college student. One who would probably get invited to a lot more parties. And I had to learn to be okay with that. What was I going to do, tell him no? It bothered me still, knowing he was out there, probably drinking, and doing God knows what with whoever. It made me nervous, like in a, I'm worried my boyfriend will do something stupid like the last one, nervous. But should I be? I mean…I trusted Kendall.

Right?

Without having time to answer my own questions, I sat up in bed, answering my home phone. It was almost midnight, who would call so late.

"Hello?"

"Is this Logan Mitchell?" I yawned and rubbed my left eye.

"Yes, who is this?"

"This is officer Martinez. We have a person here, who told us to give you a call." A cop. Calling me, telling me there was someone there for me. Kendall.

"Who-who is it?" I closed my eyes and hoped it wasn't him.

"Kendall Knight. He says you are a friend, and knows you'll take him home safely."

"What happened?"

"Well we answered a call about a noise complaint. When we got to the house, everyone ran out, except him. He was on the floor laughing. So we cuffed him and took him in. We checked his blood alcohol level, and he barely had a cup of beer. SO we ran another test, and it looks like someone slipped a roofie in his drink." My stomach did a flip and I got out of bed, holding the phone between my shoulder and my ear. I pulled on some pants as he continued to talk. "Because he's 19, he technically could be charges, but I don't think he will. He wasn't drunk, so were not going to write it up. I would however ask him, when he comes around, who gave him his drink." I nodded and told him thank you, and that I would be there in a few minutes. I pulled on a sweater with no shirt and slipped on sneakers.

I walked through the station fro the very first time. I walked to the front desk lady who pointed down a hall. I walked down it, and saw an officer setting behind a desk with a Martinez name tag. He stood up when he saw me.

"Logan?" I nodded and we shook hands. "I need you to sign a few papers, stating were releasing him to you." I nodded and showed him my ID and signed the papers. He led me down yet another hall until we were in front of a cel, with one person sitting on the floor, eyes closed. The officer opened the door and banged between the metal bars. "Get up kid." Kendall slowly opened his eyes and pushed himself up. He stumbled out of the cell, into my arms.

"I…I didn't tell them you are my boyfriend because I don't want you to go to jail." I sighed and smiled at the officer.

"Thank you." He nodded and walked me back down the halls, making sure Kendall didn't fall. As soon as we were out in the cold air I gripped tight around him and held him close to my body. "Your such a idiot Kendall." All I got form him was laughter and I sighed tying to open the passenger door while keeping him standing.

"Where we going?" I put him in the seat and buckled him in. I quickly walked to the driver's side and got in avoiding, looking at Kendall. He had little red marks on his neck, that made me sick.

But if someone had slipped something in his drink, was he really cheating?" I looked over at him, as we stopped at a red light after driving for a couple of minutes. He was rolling the window down, sticking his head out, and rolling it back up. He'd pull his head in just in time and crack up at it. I couldn't help but smile at how adorable he looked. There was a loud honk behind me an di steppe don the gas, going through the green light.

I stopped in my spot, and quickly worked Kendall out of the car and up the 17 steps to my place. I unlocked my door and walked him in, shutting the door with my foot. I walked him to my bedroom, and gently laid him in the messy bed. He was still laughing and when I took of his shoes he laughed harder. I sat him up and took off his sweater. We locked eyes and I had to stop for a second. He looked like he was in pain and the laughter stopped. I ran a hand through his hair, as he bent down and threw up down my shirt, sweats and onto my shoes. I stopped moving and closed my eyes.

"I'm so sorry Logan…"

"Don't…don't worry it will come out, and I can shower."

"No…I'm sorry I lied to you." I looked down at him and he looked up, tears coming out of the corner of his eyes. "I went to that party with Adam." I knew in the back of my mind that was the truth, and I didn't feel any anger. "I should have told you…I shouldn't have even gone."

"Who gave you your drink?" He looked away closing his eyes shaking his head.

"I don't remember…I just know I walked in with Adam…and he was given two drinks by a guy…I think it was a friend of his."

"And you went to this because Adam asked you?" He looked at me, near tears again and I shook my hand cupping his face. "I'm just thinking maybe it was his plan to get you there to give you the drink with whatever in it." He wiped his eyes and looked down my body. It was starting to smell, and I felt disgusting. "Help yourself to anything on my kitchen, I'm going to take a quick shower and do a load of laundry." I bent down and kissed his head before walking slowly to the bathroom.

After scrubbing myself red I got out, wrapping my clothes in a towel and walking out in a towel, I felt panicked not seeing him in the bed. I changed into boxers and a plain white shirt and walked down my small hall to the laundry room. I opened the doors and tossed my clothes in the washer with some soap and turned it on. I walked out to my kitchen grateful to see him sitting at the kitchen table. He had changed into a pair of my sweats and was resting his head on the table. I walked out to him and rubbed the back of his neck.

"How do you feel?"

"Like a jackass." I laughed and bent down kissing his bare skin. I took his empty cup and fileld it back up with water. I put back in his hand, and he sat up. His eyes were puffy and red, and his cheeks were wet.

"Babe what's wrong?" He closed his eyes and let out a small sob. I scooted a chair close to him and sat down rubbing his back. "What?"

"I…I don't want to be like James." I watched him take a sip of water and I sighed.

"You're not. Did you fuck your assistant in our bed?" He opened his eyes and swallowed hard. "Roofie's usually don't let you have control of your body. It's not your fault. I'm not mad at you."

"But if I hadn't of gone…"

"Then you wouldn't have been able to learn form a very valuable lesson." He raised eyebrows, wiping his nose. "Get your own drinks when you go to parties. Don't take handouts." He looked down at his half empty glass. "As soon as you told me you were going to a party, I was worried sick. I've been to college remember? I know how college guys work. And I know how unbelievably adorable and sexy you are, and to guys like Adam he thinks he can overpower you because of that." He leaned into me, and rested his head on my shoulder while I continued to rub his back. "I want you to have fun, but I want you to be safe and if that means you don't hang out with him…then I forbid it." I was expecting him to throw up his arms and dump me for being so protective, but he slowly looked up and nodded.

There was no way in heaven or hell I would let anything like this happen to him again. SO yes I was going to be a pushy, over protective bitch. I couldn't imagine what I would have done if something, God forbid happened to him. The thought made me sick, so I told myself, to stop the pain at the source and make sure Adam did not come around him again.