One Mistake & No Survivors

I thought of the best plot twist ever yesterday. It's going to change the whole course of this story. I love it. And the next chapter features the return of the traitors!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone from Big Time Rush. The girls belong to their creators. I only own the plot.

Chapter Eighteen

If Only Things Could Be Simple

Logan's POV

"Camille, I don't care if you cheated." I say. Camille and I are currently in the park, where I am supposed to have my big breakup with her, but I'm defying Gustavo. I'm going to get Camille back. "I care about what is going to happen now."

"What is going to happen now?" Camille asks, wiping stray tears from her eyes.

"That's what we need to figure out." I say. "How did this all begin in the first place? You cheating and all."

"Mark and I met on the set of our new movie." Camille explains. "It was one of those love at first sight things."

"Wait." I interrupt. "You love him?"

"No!" Camille exclaims. "I mean…yes. Logan, I love the both of you, just in different ways."

"Well how exactly do you love me?" I question.

"Not the same way I love Mark." Camille sighs, looking away and at the ground. "Mark…he has my heart right now. I see you now as more of a brother."

"Did I ever have you heart like Mark does now?" I ask. Camille looks back up at me, staring me straight in the eye. "At one point, yes, you did have my heart. But not anymore." She says.

"Is there anyway I could get it back?" I ask, each word spilling out of my mouth more desperate than the last. Camille just shakes her head.

"Logan, I still want to be friends." Camille says, delivering the most famous break up line in history. She grabs my hand in hers. "I still want you in my life Logan. Just not romantically."

"If I can't be in your life romantically, then I don't thing I can be in it at all." I rip my hand out of Camille's, and walk away. And Camille doesn't yell for me to come back. She just lets me go.

As Gustavo pulls me behind a bush, I realize Camille let me walk away because she had let go of me a long time. I meant nothing to her anymore. And just knowing that breaks my heart even harder.

"You ready for this?" He asks.

"I still don't want to do this." I declare, but Gustavo shoves me out from behind the bush. I look back at him before making my way down the path. I look up to see Kameryn making her way down the path, her blonde hair down. Her side bangs fall a little over her right eye, and her blue eyes are fixed on the folder full of music sheets in her hands. She has on a black t-shirt that falls off her shoulder, revealing her white tank top strap underneath. I can hear the noise her white flip flops are making as she makes her way towards me. I shove my hands into the pockets on my dark blue jeans, as Kameryn pulls her phone out of her dark blue shorts. She quickly looks at something before shoving the phone back in and focusing her attention on the folder.

I look down at the path. Now Kameryn and I are only several feet away from each other, and as the seconds tick away, we inch closer and closer towards each other. I look up quickly to see her only a foot away from each other. And we collide.

I pull Kameryn down onto the grass with me. Her music sheets fly into the air as we hit the ground.

"I'm so sorry!" Kameryn says, getting up off me. She helps me off the ground as I wipe any dirt from my pants.

"I should be the one who's sorry." I say, faking a laugh. "I should have watched where I was going. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Kameryn says, tucking some hair behind her ear. She looks around at her music sheets, which are blowing away. "I'm sorry, but I have to go!"

She runs after her music sheets, and since I'm being force to play along in this little encounter, I chase after her, offering to help retrieve her music sheets. Kameryn accepts my offer and between the two of us, we gather only half of the music sheets. The rest end up suffering their demise in a nearby lake.

"I'm really about that…" I trail off. Kameryn sticks out her hand and I shake it. "Kameryn." She says. "Most of them were blank anyways. I'm Kameryn Clarke."

"Logan Mitchell." I surprised by how Kameryn has kept her composure throughout this whole meeting. She hasn't crack once. "So what brings you out here to Hollywood?" I ask.

"I'm Gustavo Rocque newest addition." Kameryn says. "He's hoping to make me the next Taylor Swift, which is weird because I play piano and she plays guitar…I'm rambling on here. Tell me about yourself."

"Well I work at Rocque Records too." I say. "I'm in Big Time Rush. A band with my three best friends. If you're not busy, you could come over to my apartment and met them. The three of us live together."

I can see the cameras of the paparazzi flashing in the bushes. Kameryn doesn't see this, as her back is to the cameras. "That sounds really cool." She says. "Where do you live?"

"The Palm Woods." I reply, shoving my hands into my pockets.

"No way!" Kameryn exclaims. "That's where I live. I'm actually heading back their now. Want to come?"

"Yeah." I say, forcing a smile on my face. Kameryn and I make our way out of the park and to the Palm Woods, the paparazzi eating us up the entire time.

"Thank god that's over." Kameryn states as we make our way down the hallway to our apartments.

"What do you mean?" I ask as we stop in front of the door of her apartment.

"Gigs up." Kameryn says. "We played Gustavo's little love birds in public. Now we're in private, so we can stop acting like we don't want to rip each other's throats out."

"Kameryn, I was acting today." I say, rubbing the back of my head. "I actually had a fun time today."

Kameryn rolls her eyes. "Save it for the camera." She sneers before stepping into her apartment and slamming the door in my face. Anger begins to boil inside and I storm into my apartment. I see Carlos is in the kitchen, making popcorn. Then I see Erika on the floor in the living room, flipping through or rack of DVDs. At the sight of her, I remember Kameryn, and let out a giant groan.

"You okay buddy?" Carlos asks as he pulls the fresh popcorn out of the microwave.

"I'm so tired of these stupid girls!" I scream "Why did they have to come back? Why couldn't they just leaving us broken hearted instead of coming back into our lives. Things were so much easier when all of us were just moping around here like we had nothing to live for!"

"What happened with Kameryn?" Carlos asks, and I know he senses something is wrong. Erika stands up off the floor, and suddenly panic crosses Carlos's face. "Logan, calm down." Carlos instructs.

"No!" I scream. "Things were so much easier when I forget Kameryn even existed. Things were easier when James locked himself up in the bathroom and Kendall cried himself to sleep every night. Things were easier when you got those hang up phone calls from Erika and everything just sucks right now! I hate this! I want things to go back before we went to New York and weren't being stalked by some creepy people and I just hate this!"

I storm off into my room and slam the door shut behind me. I hear Erika and Carlos's muffled voices outside as I pace back and forth in my room, trying to calm the storm raging inside me. I grab my pillow off my bed and throw it on the floor, but it doesn't help me feel any better. Then my eyes land on Kameryn's bracelet that I have kept under my pillow for the past year.

After staring at the bracelet for a minute, I pick it up, and throw it at the wall, allowing it to shatter to the floor, smashing into a million pieces.