Author's Note: For my faithful readers, I know I have a TON of fan fics you are all waiting for me to update, but they are on a temporary hiatus because I have decided to copy each fan fic word for word into notebooks. I'm thinking it'll be easier to get out the next part of the story and make for a quicker update then just relying on my computer alone. Considering my computer isn't exactly mobile.

For New Readers, First things first Everything comes off the top of my head so please don't hesitate to tell me if you feel the story is too random, I take criticism fairly well but I would like a legitimate reason for your distaste not just this story is stupid or delete this and so on and so forth. Feel free to check out my other stories though they probably won't be updated for a few weeks if you take a liking to them well enough rambling and on to the new story.

Never let your imagination die, CrazyMary01

Chapter One- Jaw Drop Striking

It was Logan Henderson's first day on the job, and he was already taking a disliking to his coworkers.

One was as racist as could be, one so loud he was surprised he could even hear himself think, and the last was so slutty he wondered how she had every gotten hired at an establishment for children.

They sat in a room marled "the Reading Lounge" though there were more computers and toys then there were books. They were waiting for their boss on a brief meeting on how things were done with in the school.

Logan looked around the room awkwardly. Silence had always bothered him, even when he was alone there was background music, or dialogue coming for charters on the T.V. The clicking of heels made his head turn, and he thanked god silently that their super visor was walking towards them.

She stood with her head high and shoulders back as most people with authority do, and gave the teenagers a warm smile.

"Welcome," Her voice was high pitched but not annoyingly so. "I'm your super visor, Tina Lawfawrd, and I would like to give you a tour and basic information on how we run Clawford Charter K through 8 School. First things first the tour, this here is the reading lounge. There is a schedule outside the door to know what class should be here at what time, and on Monday mornings there will be a meeting held for our summer youth employment program from eight o' clock to eight thirty. So as soon as you sign in here," she pointed to a box of time sheets "Take a seat, so we can start that as soon as possible."

"On Tuesday- Friday rather than staying here you are to report to your classroom, and help your teacher with her or her morning prep." Her eyes scanned the room to be sure the four teenagers were still with her long introduction. "Any questions?"

Logan raised his hand and the blonde girl simply pointed to him so that he could proceed with his question. "Which teacher am I supposed to go to?"

"Excellent question, I will be telling you your assigned teachers at the end of the tour, whatever teachers you are assigned too that will be who you report too after you sign, now follow me." She said and turned her back the teenagers. She flung her long blonde hair behind her shoulder and began walking out of the lounge.

The group of teenagers followed her though the hallways before stopping in front of double doors.

"This is the cafeteria where the children eat Breakfast from eight to nine, Monday through Friday. You are to come strictly at nine and pick your class up to escort them to their classroom for their planned morning lessons, or activities. It is your job to be here on time to pick them up." Logan took out his phone and instantly set an alarm for right fifty eight.

"At lunch, except on Thursdays because that's the field trip days, the same thing is required of you. Except Kindergarten though fifth grade's lunch is at eleven to twelve thirty, and twelve to one thirty for sixth through eighth, and instead of picking them up in the lunch room you will be picking them up from the playground just outside of those double doors." Logan jotted down a note in his memos. He was sure he would forget to do that the first few days. He also jotted down to set an alarm after he knew who his assigned class was.

"What do we do with in that, and a half?" Piped the girl in the slutty dress.

"Good question," said Tina. "For the first thirty minutes of that time are your lunch breaks, and then that last hour before picking up the kids you will be helping your teacher prepare his afternoon lessons or activities."

The four teenagers nodded their heads, and the super visor pulled her clip board from underneath her arm. "I will now assign the classes" She looked at her clip board and then called "Dennis Brooks." He politely came forward and took the big yellow envelope that was offered to him. "We have assigned you third grade with Gracie, and in this envelope you will find a packet with useful information on all of your kids as well as map for the easiest way from the cafeteria to your classroom.

"Thank you," he said. His Somali accent was thick, and his distaste for "working with too many white people" as he had stated was plastered on his face.

"Taylor Collins," Tina called. The girl with the slutty dress stepped forward and smiled but the smile disappeared as she noticed her boss was frowning at her dress. She stepped forward so she could whisper, not wanting to embarrass her employee, "Tomorrow I would like to see you in an appropriate dress, the code is in the handbook that was sent in the mail." The girl nodded and did her best to pull the neckline of her dress up as she waited for her assignment. "We have assigned you sixth grade with Tracey." The girl received her envelope and walked away reading her map.

"Logan Henderson," Logan was pulled out of his daze at the call of his name. "Yes Ma' me" he answered politely.

"We have assigned you Kindergarten with Kendall. We forgot to make you a map but the classroom is just around the corner down this hall. Room 130, here is the information on your class and tell Kendall we have secluded his class for Garden at ten fifteen." Logan made a mental note nodded and then started to walk away, as his super visor called the name Kayla Wisebacker.

As he walked down the hallway he began to study his packet. Three of the kids were from broken homes, two were ADHD, one had anger management, and seven children really had no mental problems, or setbacks at all.

Logan knocked on the door not really wanting to disturb the kids' lessons that were most likely in session, but from the screams coming from the classroom told him he wasn't interrupting much.

The door opened and a man stood before him. Logan was sure his jaw had dropped because honestly this had to be the most attractive man he had ever seen in his short 16 years if of life.

His hair was dirty blonde, and slightly messy, though his eyebrows were bushy, the striking green eyes that lay beneath them made it okay, at least in Logan's eyes it did.

"May I help you?" He asked. His voice was deep and sexy. It made Logan half hard. He rubbed his legs together awkwardly to hide it and tried his best to will it away.

"Uh, I'm Logan Henderson."

"Ah yes, my new teachers assistant, I'm Kendall but around the kids I'd prefer you call me Mr. Schmidt"

"Well then hello Mr. Schmidt."

Kendall smiled. "Won't you come in Logan?"