Hey guys! So I just wanted to thank you for all your reviews and giving me motivation to write! Also, I just wanted to let all you lovely people know that my best friend has started her first Kogan fic, and you should all go check it out! :D Her pen name is HerThoughtsOnPaper and she is an incredible writer, so go check it out and tell her what you think about it! Sorry for any mistakes I missed! Please leave me some feedback! :D Anyway, on with the chapter!

Kendall groaned as the alarm clock roared in his ear. He rolled over, slamming it a few times until the ringing stopped, sitting up on the edge of the bed. A sudden shock of pain shoots up the boys spine as he takes a few steps towards the closet. He turned, entering the bathroom, every step causing the same sharp pain.

"Oh fuck...," he whimpers, undressing and stepping into the shower.

The boy quickly washed up, lathering the soap onto his pale skin. He closed his eyes as he washed the shampoo in his shaggy hair. He rinsed it out and shut off the water, stepping out and wrapping a towel around his waist.

He slowly limped over to the medicine cabinet, grabbing the pain killers and taking two. It should help him get through the pain for the rest of the day. He closed the cabinet and sighed when he saw his reflection in the mirror.

So many scars. His slender finger traced over a few that bulged from the skin, ones that should of needed stitches, but never got the proper care. He looked at the others, tracing over a few more before looking back up at the mirror.

So many bruises. He had bruises all over his hips from what David had done to him last night. He looked down and noticed some on his wrist and even a few on his sides. The blonde could feel the ones that were on his back and collar bone, probably from when he'd been shoved against the wall. Kendall felt a few tears sliver down his cheeks and he looked back up at the mirror one last time.

More tears fell as he looked at the blonde boy with blood shot eyes that stared back at him through the glass. He hated that boy. He was so disgusting, he was so useless, he was so... broken. That boy couldn't be loved cause he was repulsive, no one would want him.

He quickly turned away, not wanting to look at the weak boy anymore and slammed his fist against the wall. That was who he was. He was weak, disgusting, useless and broken. And he hated it... he hated himself. He hit the obstruction one more time before exiting the bathroom. He walked over to the closet, wiping away a few stay tears as he picked out his clothes and got dressed.

A few minutes later Kendall walked down stairs, ready to deal with the monster, but to his surprise he was nowhere in the living room. Not that he was complaining, it just threw him off cause David loved being there to ruin his morning. Katie also wasn't anywhere, and she was always there to greet her brother in the morning.

A red haired woman exited the kitchen as Kendall went to peer in to see if David was in there. He wasn't in there either, but his mom was home, which was weird too. She usually left before Kendall even came down stairs.

"Hey Mom," Kendall smiled. Jennifer turned, embracing her son in a death gripping hug.

"Morning, sweetie!"

"Where's David and Katie?," the blonde asked as she let go of him.

"Oh, Katie had a field trip and had to be at school early. David took her for me and decided just to head to work afterwards."

"Okay, that solves one of my questions. The other one is why are you still home, not that I don't love being around you, but it's so unusual!," Kendall laughed.

"I got the day off! Now I can do all the things I never have time to do when I get home from work!"

"Like what?"

"I don't know... but I'll find something!," Kendall laughed

"Well, I'm heading to school. I love you, Mom."

"Love you too, sweetie. Have a good day!"

...

"Dude! Where have you been!?," Jett asked as his friend walked up to his locker.

"Jett, calm the hell down. What are you even talking about?," Kendall said, putting the rest of his books away and closing his locker.

"Everyone has been talking about how you freaked out yesterday and ran out of Mr. Griffin's class, and how Logan chased after you!"

"People are talking about that?," Kendall mentally face palmed himself, of course they were talking about it. He freaked out and the most popular guy in school ran after him. People were definitely going to talk and spread rumors.

"Of course! And let me tell you, some of the things I've heard today are pretty insane!"

"You are such a girl when it comes to gossip!," the shorter blonde laughed, "So what are people saying anyway?"

"Well there's a few going around. One is that after he ran after you, he comforted you and then you guys made out. Oh and then there's the one where you two fucked like rabbits in the back seat of his car. And of course, my personal favorite, that you guys had secretly dating for years and you two were running away and getting married in California!"

Kendall practically choked from laughing so hard, "Wait, Yo-You're serious?"

"Oh yeah! I told you they made up some crazy stuff! So want to tell me what really happened?," Jett asked, his eyes lighting up at the thought of getting the real story.

"Okay, you are starting to scare me... but I will tell you what happened because you are my best friend and I trust you and know you would tell anyone, right?"

"Mmhmm, I swear! Now tell me...," the taller blonde said, practically whining the last two words.

"Fine... well uhmm, I ran out off class and he followed after me. I wasn't paying attention and almost got hit by a car..."

"You almost got hit!," Jett shouted, attracting the attention of a few people near by.

"Dude, shut up! I said I almost did, but Logan grabbed me before I did. Afterwards he came back to my house and we we're talking... then he... well he kissed me, but then David came home. He had to leave, but he did invite me over to his house."

"He kissed you! Did you kiss him back!?," the teen squeaked.

"Well yeah!," Kendall laughed.

"And he invited you over? When you going to his house?"

"Today, after school..."

"You're sure he's just not using you? Does he really like you?"

Kendall frowned at the thought. Logan didn't want to use him. He had told him yesterday that he wanted to get to know him. And Logan wouldn't lie to him... would he?

"No... I think he really does like me, Jett."

Before the other blonde had a chance to say something, Kendall saw three boys walk up, joining them. He turned, smiling when he saw Logan, James, and Carlos. Jett eyed James and the Latino as soon as he saw the boys.

He didn't trust the hockey heads and that's exactly what they were. Jett knew Logan wasn't like Dak and Steve, he would never hurt an innocent person, but as for them... he wasn't to sure about them, he'd seen them hanging around Dak a few times when he was harassing Kendall. the two never attempted to hurt him or join in with the teasing, but still, he didn't want to find out if they would.

"Uhm.. hey...," James said, noticing the blonde eyeing him. Carlos smiled, waving at the suspicious boy. Jett didn't say anything though, he just kept eyeing the two. The tallest brunette coughed, looking at Carlos who was staring at Jett still smiling.

"Are you oka-... did we do something wrong?"

Jett was still silently staring. Kendall laughed, leaning in and whispering something into the spikey hair brunette's ear, making the two laugh. James looked at the two who we're giggling.

"What? Why is he staring at me... what did he say?"

"Nothing...," Logan said, shaking his head smiling.

"Uhgg!," James exclaimed, before throwing his hands in the air and strutting away. They all broke out laughing, even Jett, as the pretty boy stormed away.

"I told you!," Kendall said. The brunette smiled, nodding his head.

"What did you say anyway?," Carlos asked.

"I just told him that Jett was going to glare at James till he stormed off... or exploded, which ever came first. As soon as I saw that goofy smirk on your face I knew he would be fine with you, Carlos."

"Yeah, as long as you don't hurt my best friend...," Jett said warningly.

"Don't worry, we won't touch him. Plus, Logan made it very clear to everyone that if anyone touched Ken, he'd would rip their heads off!"

"Damn straight I would," they all laughed, Kendall blushing, as the bell rang, signaling them to go to their first period.

...

As soon as the dismal bell rang Logan grabbed his stuff, practically racing out the front door of the school into the parking lot. He was excited and kinda nervous about Kendall coming over. Okay, well he was very nervous about the blonde coming over to his house. First, because he never had anyone over at his house, besides James and Carlos, but that was different cause they we're like family.

Second, because he really really liked this kid and he didn't want to mess up, or scare him away. Sure, many girls would die for a chance to get with Logan Mitchell, but they didn't mean a thing to him. Maybe that's why he could be so cocky around them cause he didn't care about those girls.

But Kendall... Kendall was amazing. This boy made his heart flip and turned his stomach into knots. The first time their lips met, as cliché as it may sound, it was like fireworks were set off in his brain. He didn't know what to do and he found himself always thinking about him.

Kendall smiled as he found Logan in the sea of people in the parking lot and quickly walked over to him.

"So, you want me to follow you to your house in my car?"

"Well, I could drive you there... it'd be a lot easier that way," he grinned.

"But what would I do about my car?"

"Well uhmm... I could drop you off and in the morning I can pick you up, so that way tomorrow you can drive home?"

"Okay, sounds good to me," he said, walking around the car, getting in as he saw Logan disappear inside.

He started up the car, the warm air filling the small automobile. Kendall buckled his seat belt, relaxing in the warm heat. The two drove in silence for a few moments before the older boy spoke up.

"Have you heard the rumors going around?," he asked, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Yeah, Jett told me about them, they're ridiculous," he chuckled.

"I know, although the one of us running away to Cali is my favorite. They make it seem like we're in some romance novel or some shit!"

"I know, I tell you they make up some wild things," Kendall huffed.

"So, did you tell Jett what really happened?"

"Yeah, I think he would have died from anticipation if he didn't know the real truth."

"Did you tell him about the kiss?," the brunette asked. Kendall's eyes immediately shifted towards the teen in the drivers seat.

Logan mentally slapped himself. Where did this sudden confidence come from?

"Yeah... you... you don't mind, do you? It's not like he'll tell anyone if that's what your worried about."

"Oh, no. I just wanted to know..."

The two both drove in silence until Logan broke the silence.

"Did you enjoy our kiss?"

Again, where was this coming from!?

"Ye-yeah...," the blonde said, a blush creeping over his cheeks.

Logan pulled up in the drive way just in time, he didn't want things to get awkward, but these sudden surges of confidence sure was making it. Kendall stared at the huge house in front of him.

"You live here?," he asked, still in awe.

"Yeah, my dad is a doctor, and he's not home that often. My mom is almost always home though."

"You're an only child?"

"Well, I had an older sister, but she moved out a couple years ago. Carlos and James are always over though, so they're just like my brothers."

"Ahh, I see."

"Yeah, well let's go inside," the brunette said, taking Kendall's hand and leading him into the enormous home. As soon as Logan closed the door a woman with a messy brown bun came out of the kitchen.

"Hey Logan, how was your da- Ohhh, you have company! You didn't tell me..."

"Sorry mom, I forgot. I hope you don't mind."

"No, I don't mind, I just would of straightened up if I knew you had someone coming over. I'm Mrs. Mitchell, but you can just call me Michelle."

"I'm Kendall," he said with a friendly smile.

"Well, Ken and I are gonna head upstairs. I'll be down later."

Again, the brunette grabbed his hand leading him upstairs. Michelle smirked as she saw the two holding hands before walking into the living room. Logan lead them down the hall, stopping and opening the door. As soon as he walked in and examined the room, he knew it was Logan's.

There was a bed in the middle of the room that was surrounded by two completely full bookshelves. A few hockey jerseys were pinned up on the wall, one yellow and brown one that he knew for a fact was Logan's. Across the bed was long dresser, many game consoles on top of it and right above it was a forty-eight inch flat screen plastered up on the wall.

"Damn, nice...," Kendall smiled, taking off looking over at Logan who already was seated on his bed.

"Thanks," he laughed. The blonde joined him on his bed, but looked confused as Logan gave him a confused looked.

"What?"

"You're limping, are you hurt?"

Kendall's smiled immediately dropped, he didn't even notice that'd he had been limping this whole time.

"No, I'm fine. I didn't no I was limping," he said, setting his jacket down beside him.

"You sure... you looked like you really wer-... oh my god, you have huge bruise on your collar," Logan said, eyes widening as he caught a glimpse of the purple skin peeping out from the top of his shirt. Kendall quickly moved away, covering the battered skin. "Kendall, what happened!?"

"Nothing! It's nothing, I swear..."

"Who did this to you?."

"No one! No one did anything to me, I fell a couple days ago."

"Ken, you can't get a bruise like that from falling. What happened?," he asked, grabbing the blonde's wrist so he wouldn't leave.

The blonde immediately winced, tensing up as the pressure from Logan's grip came down on the bruises that we're left on his wrist from last night. Logan gave him a funny look before looking down at the slender wrist that he had in his grip. He let go of them as soon as he saw the now deep purple flesh.

"Kendall, what the fuck happened?"

That was it, the blonde couldn't take it anymore, tears came falling down his cheeks. He hated how he could become so vulnerable around this kid. The brunette wrapped his arms around the crying boy's torso.

"Ken, tell me what happened..."

"We-well... I... yesterday...," Kendall hiccuped through broke sobs.

Did he really want to tell the brunette what David had done to him? Kendall hadn't even told his best friend about the things David's done to him. He just met this boy, could he really trust him with this secret?