Have you ever felt out of place? Like you aren't meant to be in a certain crowd, class, or store? Have you ever felt that in an entirely new school? Kendall Knight was experiencing this for the first time since pre-k on a cold winter morning as his mother dropped him outside the school that was located two blocks from his new house.

The buzzing of shoes scuffing the pavement and people talking to one another blurred the blonde boy's thoughts as he walked towards the school office.

"Must be a new kid," mumbled a taller, black haired, leather jacket wearing boy, who stood next to the school entrance with two shorter boys either side, one with blonde hair, the other with black like the middle boy. Kendall's head snapped up to the three boys, his eyes large with fright as he took in their appearance. The three boys looked at him and whistled to him.

"Pretty boy, get over here," the middle one hollered. Kendall hesitated before he decided on ignoring them. The three boys were surprised by his answer, or rather, lack of an answer. Stunned, the middle boy called out to Kendall Knight.

"Want to keep that face of yours pretty or not?" he screamed, punching his left palm threateningly. Kendall's breath caught in his throat, and not in the cute, love-stuck way - in the way that made you fear for his life. Kendall did what any new kid would have done near a terrifying, taller-than-you boy.

He ran.

Kendall ran into the school's office faster than he'd ever ran. Kendall had never been one to face a tougher boy, let alone one taller and obviously high in the food chain.

As Kendall tugged the glass door open, a wave of warm air hit him in the face. Kendall involuntarily sighed as he stepped into the small, photo-copier smelling room.

"How may I help you, sweetie?" as red haired woman from behind the dark wood desk asked Kendall, interrupting him from soaking up the sights and smells - Kendall had always been a different type of person, loving the smell of warm paper and the sound of air conditioning. Kendall's head turned to the voice and he smiled subconsciously, as for the woman reminded him of his mother - slim and red headed, with a warm, comforting smile. The only difference between the two was that this woman had aged more, clearly being with-in her fifties.

"U-um, yes. I'm a new student he-," Kendall started. The red haired woman smiled and extended her hand.

"Welcome to our school Kendall Knight," Kendall hesitantly shook the mother-like looking woman behind the desk, and looked at her name tag.

"Thank you, Mrs. Nielsen," Kendall replied, forcing a smile. She nodded her head and typed something on the laptop beside her. She intently scrolled through something on the computer before something started flying out of the printer a few meters from where she sat. Mrs. Nielsen stood and retrieved the papers before handing them one by one, naming them, to Kendall.

"Your time table states room numbers and times, as well as who your teacher will be," She spoke, her voice strong and confident. The woman continued to talk, but Kendall had spaced out. He nodded intently, not really paying attention. He had learned the skill, or rather inherited the skill from his mother.

A bell alerted the two from their one way conversation.

"Oh, Kendall, dear, that bell means you need to get into the main building. Your locker is two twenty seven on level two. You have ten minutes before your first session in room 15 with Mrs. Perry," Mrs. Nielsen lightly pushed Kendall out of the office doors.

The cold air made Kendall rush into the main building, his hair messing up as the wind pushed it to the sides of his square face. As he stepped into the heated building, blue faded walls lining the corridors, he looked to his left, then to his right, then his left again to make sure the threatening boys weren't around. After not seeing their faces, Kendall scurried straight down the hall, bumping into several people, knocking books out of their hands. He mumbled out a few 'sorry's and 'my bad's as he went, jumping up the stairs two at a time.

As he reached the second level, Kendall heard a few voices as he passed by say something along the lines of 'new kid for the bad-boys to snog' he took this as meaning the bad-boys he had encountered earlier were homosexual. Kendall was would be ok with this, if he weren't in the closet about that himself.

By the time Kendall had arrived at his unfamiliar locker, a person either side his had shoved their noses in what appeared to be there's. Kendall slipped between the two tall boys - one with blonde hair, one with black - who looked oddly familiar, but Kendall could not remember where. He fumbled to retrieve the piece of paper with his locker combination on it.

"twenty two, three, thirty," Kendall whispered as he turned the lock. Instantly the two head either side snapped up. They leant backwards and looked to Kendall, making sure it was who they heard. The boys nodded to each other before slamming their lockers shut, in sync. Kendall was startled by the sudden noise and jumped a little in his vans. He felt like someone was staring at him, no, three people.

"Pretty boy, turn around," The only one he'd heard speak said from behind him. Kendall shakily turned around, his hands shaking and about to drop the piece of paper his fingers held. The middle boy stood between the two boys that occupied the lockers opposite his.

"Hey, pretty boy, how's it going?" the middle one started, "I'm Logan, the school's genius bad boy. Don't like it? Then we'll have a problem," he promised. Kendall nodded his head, his eyes wide. "Good, and just to let you know, my boys don't tolerate hockey fanatics," Logan shrugged, pointing his thumbs at the two either side of him. Kendall wrapped an arm around his backpack, which was covered in hockey related bumper stickers.

"See you 'round, pretty boy," Logan smirked evilly before turning on his heels and walking away. His 'boys'; however, stayed behind. They stepped closer to Kendall, each of them pounding their palms with their fists. Kendall instantly put one hand protectively over his stomach and one over his face, his body reflexively starting to curl into a ball, preventing damage.

Kendall pushed the boys' bathroom door open hard and fast as he ran into the small three toileted part of the building. Kendall held both hands over his stomach, clutching at his abdominal area where the two boys had pummeled. He grasped the edge of the counter top surface and looked at his reflection, he looked horrible. He could already see a bruise forming on his left cheek bone. Kendall sighed and leant against the wall next to him. He put his head down and started to cry, finally.

He heard the door open and close, but Kendall really couldn't care less if someone saw him crying. A pair of feet came into his vision, right in front of his tear filled eyes. Kendall's head was tilted up to the face, a finger pushing it up lightly.

Logan.

"O-oh god no, please don't hit me," Kendall breathlessly cried. Logan shook his head.

"Pretty boy, I don't want to hurt you," Logan started, "I told you, I'll only have a problem if you don't like me," Kendall looked back to Logan's eyes. Kendall could tell, ever since he was little, when some one was lying, just by their eyes - no matter how well they could lie.

"Y-you don't?" Kendall stuttered, standing up straighter. The two boys were now the same height. Logan shook his head no and leant in a little.

"I actually like hockey, and, unlike them, love your pretty face, Kendall," Logan whispered. Kendall's eyes widened a little.

"How do you know my name. though?" Kendall asked. Logan smirked.

"I'm the smartest kid in school, don't you know? I have privileges," Logan winked before leaning in closer. Millimeters before lip contact, Kendall stopped breathing. What was happening? He did not know. Suddenly, lip on lip contact was made, Logan wrapping his lips on Kendall's top lip. Logan bit it lightly and smirk as he pulled back, smirking more. His eyes were a darker shade than before.

"See you round, Pretty boy," Logan winked before walking out of the small bathroom.

And now, Kendall felt more out of place than ever.

Ok, this is my second one shot for the Big Time Rush series. I know it isnt as well writen, but i lacked inspiration... reviews are nice?