James's POV

No.

Nuh-uh.

Not happening.

Logan was not holding my girlfriend, especially not in his bed.

They both looked up at Kendall and me, eyes wide and mouths open.

Ha. Kendall knows she's here. That's what she gets for doing who knows what with two of my best friends.

Stop it, James. You didn't mean that.

I didn't. But it gave me an excuse to let myself love her again. We were as close to even as it was gonna get.

But me and Logan? Definitely not even. Not yet, at least.

That's why I lunged at him.

I shot myself over the bed to hit him. The satisfying crack of my fist to his nose was louder than I expected. Probably because of the shriek that accompanied it, plus the sound of him falling off the bed and smacking his head on the floor.

Geez. Logan was such a girl.

Oh god. That was a girl.

Logan's POV

I couldn't believe he just hit her. I rolled over on top of James and started hitting him, figuring Kendall would deal with Piper.

He didn't fight back. He protected his face, screaming that he didn't mean it and that he couldn't believe I'd betray him twice in a row.

I screamed back at him, not only for hitting Piper but for accusing me of whatever it is he was accusing me of that I'm almost positive I didn't do.

Piper was screaming on the floor, only making it that much more satisfying every time my fist came in contact with James.

After barely a minute of it, Carlos ran in.

"Everybody shut up!"

The roar of the screams died down, the only noise Piper's crying and the two of us on the bed panting. When Carlos broke out the sergeant voice, we knew it was serious.

"James. Logan. Up," he roared.

We jumped off my bed, standing against the wall. Damn, he was intimidating.

He knelt down next to Piper.

"Move your hands," he whispered gently.

Unsurprisingly, she listened.

"Looks broken. Kendall. Get her an icepack and take her to a doctor." He was still whispering, looking almost sad.

Kendall sat there staring at him.

"Now, Schmidt!" There we go. Back to 'listen or I'll kill you' Carlos. Not that he was like that often, but we knew better than to doubt him.

Sometimes I wonder why I just had to be such a good friend…