James POV

The next morning I pulled on Kendall Knight's pants, Kendall Knight's shirt, Kendall Knight's socks, and Kendall Knight's shoes. I had some of Kendall Knight's cereal in Kendall Knight's bowl with Kendal Knight's milk and Kendall Knight's spoon. I sat at Kendall Knight's table in Kendall Knight's chair in Kendall Knight's house.

And I did it all right next to Kendall Knight's husband.

It was like the name was being whispered in my ear. It bounced around my head like crazy, reminding me of what I was doing every step of the way.

I kissed Logan before leaving. Even if it was wrong, it was nice to do. I grabbed Kendall Knight's keys and went out to Kendall Knight's car, driving to Kendall Knight's job.

It was easy to deal with Gustavo, much easier for me than it had been for Kendall because anything I couldn't find that he asked for I could magically create. I had a lot of spare time.

Spare time I used to think about Logan.

I'd touched him enough for his life story to be imprinted in my mind. His dad had died when he was six and his mother had never quite gotten used to the fact that he was gay. He'd been in Kendall's band, and he had spent most of his childhood at the Knight house.

Logan had always wanted to be a doctor. In fact, he'd even managed to become one. It wasn't until he found a job and worked his way up from stomach pains and fevers to a surgeon that he realized he couldn't stand the sight of blood. At least, not a lot of blood.

That was when he quit his job, went back to school, and got a teaching degree. He now worked at Oakwood High, a public school.

Logan loved Kendall with all his heart. Loved him so much that he thought of little else. Kendall was his world.

Kendall was gone now. And he still didn't know.

I sighed as I stirred a cup of coffee, deciding to surprise him at school with lunch. It was something Kendall did often.

An hour passed and I was finally on my lunch break. I hurried to the car that wasn't mine and drove to the school where the man who didn't love me worked, making a stop before I got there. I brought the bag of Chili's-to-Go food, Logan's favorite restaurant, inside and into the lunch room.

Logan was standing just to the side of the lunch line, searching his pockets frantically, his mouth moving silently. I grinned. This was it, finally I could do something good. I walked over to him and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around, looking a little upset. He brightened up immediately when he saw what I was holding.

"You have no idea how happy I am to see you. I couldn't find any money and I was gonna go hungry."

"Don't worry. I've got your back. And your stomach." I took his hand and walked him over to one of the empty tables, ignoring the giggles and stares. I gave him his salad and took out a burger.

"How was your morning?" I asked.

"It was fine. But do you remember Sid?" he asked. I nodded.

Sid was a troubled kid in Logan's class. He was kind of small and didn't seem to have a lot of friends, which was mostly because the older kids made his life miserable.

"Well, he seemed really distant today. And he didn't look happy at all."

"Does he ever?"

"No, but today was different. He seemed…broken. It was like he-"

Logan was interrupted by a loud sound that resounded through the cafeteria. My head whipped around as the sound was accompanied by screaming and the sound of thundering feet.

I grabbed Logan's hand and started pulling him towards the door farthest from the teenager standing alone with a gun.

Logan's POV

Kendall was yanking me out the door as a storm of people flew past us. I looked over my shoulder and my jaw dropped.

The kid was Sid. (Excuse my Dr. Seuss imitation)

Sid had always secretly been one of my favorite students. He reminded me of myself when I was his age and I had a soft spot for the kid. I'd started to believe that he liked me, too.

My hand slipped from Kendall's and I started fighting the stream of the crowd.

"Logan!" Kendall shouted, reaching for my arm again. I snatched it away, shooting him a pleading look.

"I can reach him, Kendall. Just help me get there." Kendall glanced between me and the door, then swore loudly, turning people's heads. He shoved his way in front of me, bringing me along with him and easily clearing a path for me to follow through.

We fought our way through the hundreds of people fighting to get out and away.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, we reached Sid. The gun was at his side now and his face was half-cold and half-disturbed.

"No, oh, God, no," I said, staring down at the bleeding body. It was Ricky, Sid's biggest enemy.

"Sid, why?" I asked.

"Why?" he laughed. "Because he's a jerk. Because I hate him. Because he made my life a living hell. Because every time he makes fun of me he doesn't realize that it hurts. That I want to kill myself because I feel like a freak, like I don't belong. That I want everything he has, the popularity, the friends, the girls and he acts like it's nothing!" He took a deep breath.

"Sid, it's alright. It doesn't have to be this way. Just give me the gun and we can walk out right now. We can get Ricky to a hospital."

"I don't think so, Mitchell." I flinched involuntarily at the nickname I hated. "I think I'm going to keep the gun. And you're going to follow me upstairs."

"Sid, just listen to me. I-"

"Forget it, Mitchell. Get upstairs now. You too, blondie," he snapped, turning towards Kendall. I shook my head frantically.

"Leave him out of this, he's not involved, Sid."

"I don't think so. For all I know, he'll carry Ricky out of here and save him. I can't risk that. Both of you upstairs now." Kendall looked over at me and then stepped in front of me. I wrapped my arms around his middle, burying my head in his back.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"It doesn't matter. I'm going to make sure you make it out of here alive."

"This all my fault."

"Shut up!" Sid said. "Enough of your stupid love talk. Go!" I started to move but Kendall stopped me, shoving me behind him.

"Don't move, Logan."

"Kendall, stop. I don't want him to hurt you. Come on."

"I said don't move."

"Get upstairs!" Sid screamed.

"No," Kendall said. Sid gripped the gun and, for the second time, shot.

Kendall was blindingly fast. He whirled around, grabbed my arm and threw me across the room. It was amazing and frightening. I watched myself fly through the cafeteria, but it was like sinking in water. I was slowly moving, and when I hit the wall it was like hitting a mattress.

Kendall was already moving again. He turned back towards Sid and his hand darted out, snatching something from the air. When he held it out to Sid, he was holding a bullet.

"Holy crap," I whispered.

Sid stumbled away, his eyes widening. "What the hell are you?" he gasped. Kendall smiled and I watched as his appearance changed.

He got taller, his hair turned brown and surprisingly perfect. His eyes turned hazel and I could practically see the abs poking through his shirt.

He flicked his hand and the bullet smashed into a wall. His hand flew out, palm facing Sid. Sid flew backward and crashed into a wall. Then, the man bent over Ricky and his hands started to glow.

The blood on the floor started to reverse its flow, moving back into Ricky. The wound mended itself and the bullet in his chest rolled away from the body.

I picked myself and made my way over to him.

"You're not Kendall," I said. He looked up at me and I was startled by how amazing he looked. Then, I refocused and continued. "So who the fuck are you?"