Hi Guys, and welcome to my new fanfiction, Water Under the Bridge. I'm really excited for this, hence why it is going up now, and not tomorrow! So this one is a little different with it being a Big Time Rush fanficton, so let me know what you think. I started watching the TV show a while back, and absolutely fell in love with the boys. My favourite pairings are probably Jagan and Kames, and Kogan so expect mostly those stories. Also, thank you for the support on What is Love Truly Worth, and thank you all once again for sticking with that. I love you all!

So, without further ado, I present to you Water Under the Bridge.

Monday-Logan POV:
Oh school, how I love you. Well, I think the correct phrase was 'how I loved you' because now, I can't imagine anything worse. Ok, so some clarification is probably needed here. So, my name is Logan Mitchell, and I'm just beginning my final year of high school. I'm not from a wealthy family, but we get buy alright. My dad's a doctor, which is probably where my passion for medicine comes from, and my mum is a teacher, so like I said, not wealthy, but not too bad either. Anyway, over the course of the summer holiday, my parents came into a large sum of money, but instead of spending it on the usual things, like a new car, or paying off the mortgage on the house, my parents decided to spend it on my education.

They told me that for my final year, I could be attending one of the best private schools in the country, Palm Woods Academy, just on the outskirts of LA. Let's just say the news was a bit of a shock. While I was grateful that my parents were trying to provide me with the best education possible, being moved 1893.2 miles away from home is going to take a bit of getting used to. As well as this, I've heard of this school before. The best students come out of it, all with A+ in each subject, which I didn't mind so much, but it's the students that go into it that I did. With it being the best private school, I know exactly what I'm going to get. Pretentious, snobby 'kids', for lack of a better term, who always get what they want. Now, I'm not the type to judge a book by its cover, but let's just say the first day reassured me of this 'stereotype.'

So, for the past couple of days, I had been staying in a hotel until the school year official began, which was quite lonely to be honest. I was luckily enough that my parents bought me a car for this trip, sort of like a 'good luck' present. It wasn't much, only a 2004 Ford Fiesta, but I was in love with it. The drive from Minnesota to LA was even worst, as it was a 28 hour long drive, filled with nothing but roads, service stations, and the occasion view of a city in the distance. I stopped off for one night, but that was really the only human company I got, and even then, it was only checking into the motel for the night.

Anyway, I'm getting off topic. The first day of school, was finally upon me, and I was both excited and scared. I got up early that morning, making my way down to the free buffet breakfast the hotel provided, one thing I was very grateful for. After a relatively light breakfast, I made my way back up to the room, and took a nice long shower. The nerves were starting to kick in properly now. Looking at the time of 7:30, before I stepped in, I knew I only had an hour and a half before I had to arrive at the school. Due to it being the first day, the school itself wanted all the new students to be present at 9:00. We were told that was some sort of assembly that was taking place, welcoming us to the school, as well as our dorm assignments, but I knew exactly what this assembly would entail. It would be the school blowing smoke up their own arse, showing how 'great' and 'amazing' they were, and how we should all be grateful that they let such 'peasants' into their royal institution. Ok, so that was a bit far, but you know what I meant.

15 minutes later, and I decided I had showered for long enough, making my way back into my room, and choosing my outfit for the day. This was always a difficult choice. I wanted to make a good impression as it was my first day, but at the same time, I didn't want to overdress, and look like I was trying too hard. I settled on a simple outfit; black skinny jeans, and a nice, but old jumper I had owned for a few years. It was one of my favourite jumpers, as my parents had bought it for me for Christmas, so it also acted as a little reminder of home. I packed all my bags, with my school bag including some notepads and a few pencils, but I also packed up the rest of my stuff in the hotel room. I didn't feel safe leaving it in my car while I stayed here, so I lugged all my personal belongings up into my hotel room. I was starting to regret this now, as I had to lug everything back downstairs, but at least I had a little piece of mind. By 8:30, I was checked out of the hotel, and beginning my journey to the school. Luckily, the hotel I was staying in was only a 6 minute drive away from the school, but this was my first day, so I didn't want to be late. I was also in LA, and I'm pretty sure we all know what the traffic is like during rush hour.

The drive again was a solitary one, with only the music keeping me company, as well as a few people beeping their horns, and shouting abuse at other drivers, but none of it was directed at me, so all was ok. When driving up to the school, you could definitely tell that you were entering one of the nicer areas in the city, god the school was near Bel Air and Beverly Hills, so what did I expected to see. The houses were huge, but you couldn't see much of them, as they were behind gates, and tall hedges. Obviously, people liked their privacy.

When pulling into the carpark, most of the school wasn't visible just yet, but I could see one of the main buildings. I was a sort of off-white colour/cream, but it looked very prestigious. When I pulled into a parking space, I was approached by one of the representatives of the school. Let's just say, she didn't look very happy about doing this, but when she got closer and I stepped out of the car, she put on a fake smile and began her little speech. She had blonde hair, and looked as if she was naturally pretty.

"Hello, my name is Jennifer, and Welcome to the Palm Woods Academy. I'm guessing your one of the new starters?" she began, and I just nodded, smiling back at her. "Ok, well the assembly for the new starts is at 9:00, so you have about 15 minutes to kill. Feel free to explore the campus, and have a look around. Don't worry, there are loads of us, so we'll look after your car and stuff. All I need you to do is write your name, car registration plate, and a signature, and I'll make sure your car gets registered into the system, so you can keep it here all year round" she said, handing me a small sheet of paper and a clipboard.

I scribbled the stuff down that she needed, and handed it back to her, still yet to say anything to her. "Perfect. So here is a welcome bag. It includes a map of the campus, and a few other bits such as a pen and whatnot. Remember, the assembly is at 9:00, and I hope you enjoy it here at Palm Woods." She finished, handing me small, cotton bag.

"Thank you" was all I could say, as she flashed a small, condensing smile, before dropping it completely, and walking away. Now the nerves were really creeping up on me. I had just enrolled my car into the school, so there was no going back now. But, I can't do this, I don't belong here. I should be back in Minnesota with my parents, attending the Minnesota State High School, not some private school in LA. There was only one thing I could do in this situation.

"Hi Honey, are you ok?" my mum asked down the phone, as I leaned against my car door.

"Um, not really. I'm kinda freaking out. I don't belong here mum, it's all so fancy" I replied, and I heard her chuckled.

"Honey, you belong there as much as anyone else. It's just first day jitters, but give it a few days, and you'll love it there." She replied, and it slightly calmed me down.

"I know mum, I know. I'm just scared. What if I don't make any friends? What if everyone hates me, cause I'm not rich or posh" I replied, and she chuckled once again.

"Honey, stop panicking. So what if you're not from a posh family. You have such a great personality. You're always smiling, and making jokes, but you're also intelligent. No one is going to hate you honey, you just need to start to talk to people, and you'll be ok" she replied, again calming my nerves.

"Thanks mum. I've got to go, I've got an orientation thing, but I'll ring you later when the day is over. I love you" I said, and she was quick to respond.

"Love you too Honey, and see you later" and with that, the line was cut.

I took a deep breath, and began my walk to the main hall. Well, where I though the main hall was. While walking, I was fumbling about with the bag, trying to get the map out, so I knew exactly where I was going, but of course I wasn't paying attention, until I walked straight into someone else, and proceeded to hear a large bang as lots of book were dropped to the floor. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry" I said, kneeling down and starting to pick up all the stuff dropped. I had no clue who I had walked into, until both of us reached for the same piece of paper. Their hand landed on top of mine, and I looked up to see a brunette girl, with brown eyes. "Again, I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going." I panicked and blurted out, causing her to giggle slightly.

"It's fine. I wasn't looking where I was going either. So, it's both our faults" she replied, as we both stood up at the same time, and I handed her the stuff I had collected. "Camille Roberts. Nice to meet you" she said, extending a free hand for a handshake.

"Logan Mitchell" I responded, taking her hand, and shaking it. "So, where have you come from" I asked, as we walked to the main hall together. "Oh, I'm from a small town in Connecticut. What about you?" she replied, and a small smile grew on my face.

"I'm from Minnesota" I replied, the pair of us continuing to make small talk as we took our seat in the hall. We sat relatively close to the front, but at the same time, we didn't want to sit in the front row. You know how it is when it comes to assemblies and school. Anyway, about five minutes passed, with more people filtering in, but most of them were younger than us, mostly likely joining in grade 7 rather than 12, since it was a combined Junior-Senior high school. It wasn't until a man and a woman approached the front of the hall that the entire place went quiet, and everyone listened intently to what they had to say.

"Firstly, let me welcome you all to Palm Woods Academy. I'm Principle Rocque, and this is the Assistant Principle, Miss Wainwright" the man, now Principle Rocque began.

"We have a short video clip to show you, and then we'll be going through a short presentation of the school, so you can adjust to this new environment" Miss Wainwright took over, and when she finished I sighed. 'Oh great. Here it comes' I thought to myself, as the video loaded, showing all the rewards and whatnot the school have won. It was probably safe to say that an hour passed before the presentation finished, it consisting of curfew times, proper procedure during lunch and the usual orientation stuff. I just sat there the whole time, rolling my eyes, and Camille made a few snide comments here and there, which made me chuckle slightly. "Ok, so that's the end of the presentation. We will dismiss you row at a time, and when we do, please come to us to receive your dorm assignments" Miss Wainwright said, dismissing the first row.

This process continued for about 10 minutes, before it was finally our turn to see where we could be leaving. Camille approached her first, stating her full name, and she was assigned room 4J. Turns out, the school has eight different sections for dorms, each with 26 twin rooms, so the school itself can hold 416 students in the dorms. The rest of the students are from the local area, so they can return home at the end of the day. Anyway, I'm getting side-tracked. I was assigned room 2J, being told now was the time to move my stuff from my car into the door room. Some representatives would be there to help move all the stuff, as well as some trolleys that we could use.

Making my way back to the car park was an interesting experience. Camille and I walked back together, now picking up on the influx of students, but more importantly, the attitude of said students. Just walking for 5 minutes, it became very clear what social groups were present within the school. Firstly, we had the 'Populars', as I like to call them. They are your typical run of the mill popular girls, outfitted with the latest and 'greatest' clothing and technology. But to be perfectly honest, they would also be the stupidest kids in the school as well.

Next was the 'Jocks', consisting of all the members of the school's sports teams, whether this be hockey, or football, (As in English Football. American Soccer). Each of them had a Palm Woods Varsity Jacket, so there were easy to pick out. It was also expected that those and the populars would be spending a lot of time together.

Next was the 'Nerds' which to be honest is probably where I would end up. I don't think I need to explain that group to you. Of course, we had the 'Smokers,' who would probably spend their school experience getting high and skipping classes. And finally, there were just the 'Normal Kids' who didn't really fit into a group, and were just your typical Tom, Dick and Harry's.

"Ok, so let's make a pact now" Camille began, as we walked down the front stairs. "If I land one of the jocks, or if you land one of the populars, we'll try out best to hook the other up ok?" she said, and I laughed.

"Camille, I'm more interested in the jocks than the populars" I replied chuckling, and I saw her face light up.

"Deal, if one of us lands a jock, we'll try to hook the other up" she corrected herself, and I chuckled. Everyone back home knew I was gay, but now I would have to go through the whole experience of 'coming out' again. It wouldn't be too much of a problem, as I'm very comfortable with my sexuality, and though I have been bullied for it in the past, I'm stronger now and can pretty much shrug it off.

We both exchanged phone numbers and said our goodbyes to each other, as we had parked on opposite sides of the car park, and I was comfortable in the knowledge that I had made my first friend.

Ok, so there was the first chapter, let me know what you think. So, Logan's moved to LA and has already made a friend of Camille. Who do we think he is going to meet next? Also, if you want an idea of what the school looks like, I based it off Harvard-Westlake in LA so just give it a google.

Anyway, until Thursday TTFN :D