Author's Note: Thank you for the review and stuff, I already have the second chapter and since at least one person liked it I guess I'll go ahead and post it up. Just to let everyone know, though, this is going to get really weird. You were warned.

Chapter Two: Jamestown Prep

I awoke with a feeling that I could only characterize as conviction. As I rummaged around in my closet for something suitable to wear, this was my first day at a new school after all I had to look decent, I decided to go with a blue flannel and a grey-hooded jacket with my Jaws tank top to match. I grabbed my favorite pair of faded skinny jeans and walked into my bathroom, turning the shower onto it's highest setting and sat on the floor of the tub.

Alright, new place, new school, new people… I can handle this. After washing off I left the comfort of the warm water and began to dry off, paying close attention to the drying of my hair. I put a little gel in my hands and ran it through my hair until it swept over just the right way. I looked myself over in the mirror before putting my clothes on and walking to my room, grabbing my black combat boots I ascended the stairs.

Now I'm sitting in my mother's bathroom with her as she loaded a bowl into one of our shared pipes, Ricky, who was a long, black, glass sherlock. She was talking about something, either about school or her job; I don't know all I could hear was Lana singing through the speakers of her iPod dock. You're screwed up and brilliant, look like a million dollar man so why is my heart broke. I started to sway my head as I took the pipe my mother was handing out to me. Lighting the bowl, I slowly inhaled and held the smoke in my lungs, I looked up into the air and watched the smoke roll from my mouth toward the ceiling.

"Kendall," my mother said snapping her fingers in my face, "are you okay, sweetheart?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine ma."

"Alright, well then are you gonna pass that or what," she asked with a sly grin. This made me chuckle, my mother always SO impatient.

"As you wish madam."

She took the pipe from me and took a long slow hit, she rolled her neck and blew the hit towards me before reaching over and grabbing her cigarettes from atop the toilet. "So what's with this school I'm going to, why is there a cross on the fifty-billion page manual you left on my bed last night," I asked her reaching out and taking the cigarettes she held out to me.

"Well," she said with a little hesitation, "it's a religious school." She handed me the pipe and I took a hit waiting for her to continue, when she didn't I looked at her, raising an eyebrow urging her to continue. "Its ranked one of the top schools in the country, and it has a wonderful theatre department. It's only a few minutes from here, and I didn't have many other options since it is one of the two schools here. Oh, and there's a…" she paused taking a drag of her cigarette as I lit my own, "there's a dress code."

I let out a small chuckle looking to my mother with a smile, "You do realize that I will NOT be following that, correct?"

"Oh, I know," she said with a small snicker, "I didn't expect anything less of you, sweetheart."

"Then there are no problems," I said taking the pipe from her and slowly inhaling the smoke.

"You'll have to go to mass on the first Wednesday of every month…" she said quietly looking at the clock that hung on the wall.

"Ma, it's fine. Just because I don't believe in 'God' doesn't mean I can't sit through praising him for an hour," I put my hand on her cheek turning her head so she was facing me, "it's a small price to pay so you can be happy."

She smiled as she leant into my touch, "How'd you grow up to be so perfect?"

"I think it had something to do with my wonderful parents," I spoke with a smile on my face.

I pulled my phone from my pocket and noticed the time; I had to be going soon. I reached to my left and grabbed my boots slipping them on my feet before standing and holding a hand out to my mother. She took it and stood, pulling me in for our usual goodbye hug. I pulled back and looked at her; with a smile on my face I rubbed her arm and kissed her on the cheek. I left her and made my way downstairs, I went to my room and grabbed my backpack, my cigarettes, and my glasses and made my way to the front door.

I got into my car and turned it on heat on full blast, Damn it's freezing here. I pulled out a cigarette and lit it before I felt a tap on my shoulder, which in turn made me jump and drop it. I reached down and picked up the cigarette before looking to my left and seeing my mother leaning in my window. She held out a small box which I recognized all too well, I smiled at her and took the box from her putting it in my glove box, the smell of pot emanating from it like a newly lit candle.

"Just in case everything at school is too much to handle," she spoke with a smile.

"Thanks, ma," I said plugging my phone into the stereo and hitting shuffle, Cocorosie filling my car. I pulled away from the house and began my journey to a place I deemed to be the end of me. Slow is smooth and smooth is fast, I thought to myself as I sped down the road.

As I walked through the campus I blared music from my phone into my ears. I was getting so many weird looks, not that they were particularly dirty looks just like 'what the hell is that creature' kind of looks. I listened to Tyler the Creator rap about murder into my ear as I entered the main building, observing all of the kids I walked past on my way to the office. God, these uniforms are a sin, I thought to myself as I pushed the door to the office open.

I looked around the room, this place could probably give Harvard a run for its money in the prestigious category. Everything was clean and polished as well as organized, the lights were dim but the sun shone through the window in the back of the large room, birds chirping outside in the trees.

"Excuse me," I was brought out of my thoughts by a cherubic voice pointed at me, "may I help you young man?"

I looked the woman over; she was a short, thin, maybe upper-twenties, angel of a woman. She smiled at me, and I returned the smile before reaching into my bag and pulling out a folder my mom had set in my bag with a note on the front cover: Give to the office secretary. I took out my headphones and held out the folder to her. "My name is Kendall Knight, and I'm starting here at this school today."

She took the folder, and opened it reading a few things before looking at me and motioning towards a door at the back of the room, "Alrighty then, Mr. Roque has been awaiting your arrival. If you'd just go through there he should be waiting."

I took the folder from her hand and walked towards the door, taking a deep breath I opened the door and entered the room. Basically a smaller version of the office, except the large bookcase behind the desk filled to the brim with books. I looked to the man sitting near the window in a comfy looking chair in front of a coffee table. He looked up at me with a smile before motioning me to sit in the chair across from him.

"Kendall, its nice to finally meet you," he said reaching out his hand towards me, "your father used to yap my ear off about you when he'd come back to visit."

I looked at him with a confused expression before taking his hand with a smile and a slight squeeze, "You knew my father?"

"Only since the day I entered second grade," his eyes showed a glint of sadness before he continued, "I'm sorry that he's not here anymore."

I smiled and waved my hand in the air, "Don't worry about it, I don't."

Mr. Roque nodded his head before taking in my attire, "I see you got your fashion sense from him." I chuckled and nodded my head, "Now your mother said that the dress code would be a problem for you, so I will allow you to dress as you please," he said with a smile before his face turned to a more stern look, "just don't make me regret it."

I shook my head with a soft snicker, "No need to worry sir, it won't be a problem."

"I'm only doing that because your father was the same way when we attended school here," he said before looking towards the door, "now you come to me for anything you need, my door is always open. Go get your schedule from Kelly and get off to class. Don't want you to be late on your first day."

I shook his hand before standing and exiting the room, walking up to Kelly and giving her a big smile. She blushed and handed me a schedule from her desk, "Now I have a boy coming in to show you around to all of you classes, but I don't know where he could be."

Just then the office door opened, and a familiar groan rang in my ears. "Jo, I really don't want to have to do this," Logan said with another groan. I smiled to myself, figures.

"Well it's either show the new kid around, or sit in Pre Calc until you want to shoot yourself, you pick," another voice said, this one soft and angelic, the sound of the girls heels clicking in my ears.

"Fine, but I'm not going to enjoy this."

I turned around and looked at Logan with a sly smile, "Sorry, I don't mean to be an inconvenience."

The look on his face when he looked up at me was precious, the one the girl standing next to him gave was one of pure amusement at her friend. He shook his head before giving me a sheepish smile and rubbing the back of his neck.

"Hi," the girl said with a beautiful smile, "my name's Jo, Jo Taylor."

She held her hand out to me and I took it with a small squeeze, "Hello, Jo. My name's Kendall."

I looked over at Logan with a raised eyebrow, and he blushed and looked away from me. "Loges, it's rude not to say introduce yourself," Jo exclaimed her voice getting a little higher towards the end of her statement.

"Yeah, Logan," I said with a small holding out my hand, "not that we haven't met before, but its still common courtesy."

Jo looked between the two of us with a confused expression. "Wait. You two already know each other?"

Logan took my hand and shook it, I ignored the small tingling sensation our contact made run up my spine, "Yeah, this is the guy I told you about… from yesterday."

Jo looked at me, examining me before her eyes went wide, "Oh, so this is the guy from the coffee house." He took his hand from mine and I missed the contact immediately, he looked to her with a scowl on his face.

"Yes," he said with emphasis, "it is." He looked at me, this time a small smile on his lips which I returned instantly.

"Did you enjoy your coffee," I asked as we exited the office walking down the hall towards the stairs. He nudged me with a smile as Jo walked behind us watching our little exchange.

"It was delicious, as it always is," he looked up at me with a raised eyebrow, "and how was your latte?"

We turned left at the end of the corridor and continued down a hall full of lockers, "It was excellent, thanks for picking something good."

"I do my best," he said with a chuckle.

"Hey guys, do you realize we walked past Kendall's homeroom," Jo asked but we both chose to ignore her subconsciously, "Jesus."

"So, are you all unpacked," He asked me as I leant up against the lockers.

"Yeah mostly, all of my stuff still needs to be put up on my walls and connected to stuff," I said mentally making a note to get all of that done after school," My ma's got the rest of the house completely unpacked!"

"Jeez," said with a flabbergasted expression, "that's a lot of unpacking for just one woman."

"I have a theory that she's not even a woman to begin with," I exclaimed as I threw my left hand over my eyes, I pinched the bridge of my nose and continued, "sometimes I just pretend she's another kind of celestial being… which would make me an alien, and I suppose I'm alright with that. It sure would explain a lot."

He laughed at my remark before looking at his watch, "I believe the late bell rang, Ken."

"Yeah, and I think Jo already went to class," I rubbed the back of my neck looking down at my feet, "sorry for making you late to class and stuff."

"Hey," Logan said putting his hand on my shoulder, "no harm done, no need for the frown."

I looked to his hand on my shoulder before flashing a smile his direction, "Well get to class, I don't need you getting detention. Then I'd really feel like an ass."

He chuckled before lightly punching me in the shoulder, "Just meet me out here after the bell."

"Will do."

As I walked down the long corridor to my next class which would undeniably be my favorite, theatre, I heard the sound of my name in an all too familiar voice and the approaching click of heels.

"Hello, beautiful," I said as Jo linked arms with me as we continued on, "what brings you to my neck of the woods?"

"Well my good sir, I happen to have theatre with you this period," she chimed.

I looked at her with a quirked eyebrow as we walked towards the large double doors at the end of the corridor, "How'd you know I had theatre this hour?"

"Loges told me, of course," she exclaimed as she entered through the door I was holding open for her. He was talking about me, I thought to myself with a smile as I sat behind Elliot in the two rows of seats toward the middle of the classroom.

"Does this mean that I'll be having lunch with you as well," I asked as I retrieved my pencil bag from my back pack.

"Yes sir," she said with a smile, "you get to spend the next hour and a half with me, don't you feel special?"

I scoffed at her statement, "Unbelievably so."

Just then the teacher walked in with a sort of grace about her plump figure. She adjusted her glasses on her nose before yelling to get our classmates attention, "Alrighty class, attention. Welcome to Acting One, you can refer to me as either Miss J or Jess, nothing more. I give great pride in welcoming you all to my class."

She walked to the board and wrote the agenda for the day, "To begin this class period we will be choosing the partners that you will have the rest of the year. Choose carefully, this person could very well be the reason you get through this class unscathed."

I leant foward to tap Jo but before I could say a word she beat me to the punch, "Wanna partner up, Kenny?"

"It's like you read my mind, sweets," I said with a smile, "how'd you know I was gonna ask you?"

"Because everyone else in this class is shit," she chimed with a flip of her hair.

I laughed and began to pay attention to Miss J as she spoke to the class about the importance of letting go. Yep, this was definitely going to be my favorite class.

Jo and I, arms locked, laughed as we made our way to the lunch room. As we entered the large commons area my eyes immidiately began to search for a certain brown eyed boy.

"He'll most likely be at our table already," she said giving me a knowing look before continuing, "his class is much closer than ours."

"I wasn't... I mean how did you..." I sputtered taken aback by her statement with a blush creeping from my neck to my freckled cheeks.

"Yeah, uh huh, sure you weren't." she said with a chuckle before tugging at my arm, "now come on, I'm beyond hungry."

After we got our food we walked towards the back of the lunch room, my eyes instantly finding Logan sitting at a table with two unfamiliar faces, and one slightly familiar one.

"Everybody, this is Kendall," Jo chimed motioning towards me with her free hand, "Kendall this is James, Camile, and Carlos."

I waved at them putting on my best smile, they all gretted me with warm looks beofre my focus landed on the guy sitting next to Camile, James.

Then it hit me, "You're the barista from that coffee shop I went to yesterday, aren't you?"

Why, yes that would be me," James piped up, "it's nice to see you again."

"It's nice to see you again as well," I said as Logan slid to the left so I could take the seat next to him. I looked over at him with a smile before I heard a statement directed at me.

"Oh, so you're the kid that everyone's talking about," Carlos said before giving me a quick once over.

"People are already talking about me," I said looking over at Logan again this time his eyes meeting mine and capturing them, "great."

"It's nothing bad, I promise," Carlos confirmed with a soft smile, "just that you look like you do a lot of drugs, which I can totally see. Not that I have a problem with it of course."

"All the girls in my class were all but swooning over you," said Camile with a flirty smile playing at the corner of her lips, "which I can also totally see."

"Yeah, too bad he plays for the other team," Jo chimed causing me to choke on my milk. We had gotten into some pretty personal topics in our last class, but I hadn't expected her to just come out and say it. In all honesty I didn't mind, it just took me by surprise is all.

Logan started to rub circles in my back as I came down from my coughing fit, "Jo, you don't just blatantly talk about people's personal business like that."

"What, he said that it wasn't a secret," she retorted with a shrug of her shoulders.

"It's fine, it's fine," I said looking at the rest of them with an apprehensive look on my face, hoping they wouldn't all hate me this being a Catholic school and all, "you guys don't have a problem with that... do you?"

They all shook their heads in unison, before looking between Logan and I with wide smiles. I raised an eyebrow and looked to him, he was just sitting there eating his food as if trying to avoid their gaze.

"Well good, does any one need their trays dumped," I asked looking around the table as I was handed every one of their trays, "cute, guys."

Logan's POV:

Jo's eyes were on me, a knowing look on her face as well as on the rest of my friends' as well, "Stop looking at me like that!"

"We just want you to be happy, Loges," James spoke putting his hand on my arm, "you can't keep lying to yourself about this."

The same argument, as always.

"He's fucking gorgeous, Logan," Jo exclaimed throwing her hands into the air, "and he's totally into you!"

"I'm not discussing this," I said giving them all a scowl.

"But, Log-" Carlos began before I cut her of with a glare.

"Hush, he's coming back," I said in a hushed tone. Kendall sat down next to me before holding out a cookie to me.

"I thought you could use something sweet," he said with a smile, God that smile.

"How'd you know that M&M cookies are my favorite," I asked taking the cookie and biting into it.65

"Oh, I don't know," he said with that smile still sitting on his lips, "you just seem like the kind of guy that would like M&M's I suppose."

I chuckled before nudging him lightly with my shoulder. I noticed my friends watching our interaction with smiles on their faces. I shook my head before putting my bag over my shoulder, "Well I'm heading off to class, Kendall do you need help finding your next class?"

"As a matter of fact, I do," he said with a smile and grabbed his bag before waving to our table, "I hope to see more of all of you!"

They all said their goodbyes as I watched him interact with the people that meant the most to me. They all already love him, amazing.

As Kendall and I made our way up the stairs he put his arm over my shoulder and I leaned into his embrace, "So, what are you doing this weekend?"

The question took me by surprise, and I looked up at him with a raised eyebrow, "Why would you like to know?"

"Because I'd like to hang out with my new friend, and Jo has me booked for the rest of the week," he said with a smile.

"Oh, well nothing really. Probably just gonna study and hang out with my parents and my little brother."

"Lame, you'll be doing no such thing," he said with a determined look on his face, "Don't drive to school on Friday I'll be picking you up in the morning."

"We'll see, Knight," I said looking up at him with a smile.

"Can I have your number," he asked now staring very intently at his feet as I opened my locker and grabbed my books for the rest of the day.

"Give me your hand," I said getting out a sharpie from my bag. I wrote my number on his forearm before putting the pen back in my bag and urging him to continue walking.

"I believe this is your class sir," I said stopping and turning to him.

"Thank you for being my escort," he said looking up at the room number beofre continuing, "I'll see you in forty-five."

"See you soon, Ken," I said before smiling at him a turning on my heels to head to class. Seconds after he left my precense I got a text: Guess who. I chuckled before replying and putting the phone back in my pocket If this boy doesn't break me I don't know what will.