I do not own Big Time Rush or its characters, sadly

In this story James, Kendall and Logan are juniors while Carlos is a freshman. By the way, I don't really know the American schooling process well, so I'm not sure if I'm correct in saying seniors are the oldest, followed by juniors and then freshmen who are the youngest? Sorry if I'm wrong, but that's how they are going to be in my story Enjoy!

James POV

"Hey James!" I heard a group of very good looking girls call out as a walked by them, heading into the school. I gave them my signature smile, before strutting thought the school's doors with my posse behind me.

I was the schools hottie, pretty boy, heart throb, whatever you want to call it, and it was great. Not only was I like the most popular person in the school, but I had girls falling at my feet. Everyone wanted to be my friend, every girl wanted to be my girlfriend, and every guy wanted to be me. Life was pretty good. Being popular and incredibly handsome also gave me power. You did what I told you too, or else.

Just because I was 'pretty' doesn't mean I wasn't tough. I mean, I do play hockey. I am 6' 1" and well built, always showing off my washboard abs. So I wasn't someone you wanted to piss off. I was powerful, popular and strong, the perfect mix.

My posse was great too. It was made up from my 2 closest guy-friends, Dean and Chase. They were both like me, tall, muscular and attractive, but not as much as me.

After I walked through the door, I scanned the hallways looking for Logan. Logan was some nerd, incredibly smart, didn't have many friends, well except for the other nerds. We didn't really get along, as in, I picked on him. I just shoved him around a little and got him to do stuff for me, mostly homework. The first time I asked him to do my homework though, he said no. I threatened him that if he said no, or didn't do it I'd beat him up. After that he always said yes.

You may think I'm a bully, now, but really I mainly only pick on two kids. Logan a junior like me, and a kid called Carlos who is a freshman. You can say I pick on another guy, Kendall, but he's different to the other two, he fights back. We kind of have a feud between us. I don't know what caused it; we basically just don't like each other. We're always throwing insults at one another and sometimes we even get into physical fights. I don't call it bullying because he isn't really smaller than me. He is 6' and pretty much as buff as me and he plays hockey too, so it isn't as much bullying as just an equal hatred for each other.

Just as I was about to give up and head to my locker I saw Logan, "Logan!" I called out as me and the guys walked over to him. He froze when he heard me shout his name, he slowly turned around to look up at up at me with his dark brown eyes. He was 5'9" so relatively shorter than me, which made me all the more intimidating. "Finished with that Math homework Logan?"

"Uh, yeah, I-it's just in my locker; I can give it to you a lunch?" He stuttered slightly, and I could see the hint of fear in his eyes from talking to me.

"Sure buddy, that'd be fine!" I said patting him on his back, he flinched at the touch. Before I got him to do my homework, I used to push him around, but I don't do it anymore though, since he does my homework, but he is still a little scared.

He ran off straight away, and my friends and I laughed while making our way to our lockers.

My first class was English with Mrs. Hall. Kendall was in this class so it defiantly wasn't one of my favourites. I made my way to the classroom slowly, winking and smiling as girls drooled over me. The second I walked through the door, a number of girls asked me to sit beside them, I thanked them for the offer but said no, as I went to sit beside Dean.

Kendall was slightly late to class as always and the only spare seat left was at our table. Great. He sat down there and smiled at me. "Morning Princess." He winked at me grinning.

"Are you flirting with me Mr. Knight? Because you know, unlike you, I don't swing that way." I cocked my head to the side and grinned when his smile left his face.

"You call me gay? Dude, you look like a chick!" Kendall replied.

"Are you kidding? I look hot!" I got out my lucky comb, brushing my hair back into perfection. He rolled his eyes at me while whispering "Cocky much?" I ignored the comment as we both ignored each other for the rest of the lesson.

By the end of class I wasn't in a great mood. Whenever I have to sit near Kendall or get into a fight with him, I also seem to be in a shit mood.

I was walking to the cafeteria when someone ran into my chest. I took a step back from the impact as I heard the other person rebound and fall to the ground. I lifted a hand to my chest to rub it and looked down to see who ran into me.

A wicked smile was on my face as I saw who the kid on the ground was, Carlos. Carlos was Latino and extremely small. He was only 5' 6" which probably made him like the shortest guy in the school. Plus he was a freshman which made him younger than me.

I don't really know why I bully him, maybe because he was small? Maybe because he was younger? I really had no idea, I just did. I don't really get anything out of it either, well other than enjoyment that is. He isn't smart like Logan, so he can't do my work for me, and to me, he isn't really good for anything else.

I am actually really mean to him, full on physically picking on him, and I'm not even the only one. He has no friends, at all! So everyone picks on him, I can recall numerous times I've been walking down the halls and have seen him being stuffed into lockers, tripped, threatened, even picked up and taken somewhere, after that I have no idea what happened him!

I should feel sorry for him; he was way too little to even have a chance at defending himself. He didn't even do anything to deserve being hurt, he was just little and different, and yet, here I am about to bully him.

He looked up from his spot on the ground and I swear him eyes doubled in size when he saw me. He didn't even try to hide his fear as he stuttered "I-I umm I-I-I uhh" Then suddenly he was up and sprinting away down the hall.

"Hey!" I yelled after him as I started sprinting after the fleeing boy. As I was chasing the kid, I passed Dean and Chase; they both saw me chasing Carlos and after a nod from me, started chasing him as well. I closed the distance soon after, grabbing him by the back of his collar. He was jerked back and he would have fallen on his butt if it wasn't for my grip.

Dean and Chase caught up with us a second later, walking in front of Carlos, and standing over him. I pushed him toward the two other boys, who spun him around to face me before grabbing an arm each, holding tight.

"I-I-I… S-s-sorry J-James… I-I d-didn't mean t-t-to… I s-s-swear!" Carlos pathetically stuttered, while futilely trying to struggle out of the grasp he was in.

"You know, Carlitos, that kind of hurt. I may get a bruise on my magnificent chest, I wouldn't be too happy about that." James stepped towards the distressed boy.

"N-n-no… I-I 'm sorry… I uh…. Umm." Carlos whispered words lost in his fear.

"Maybe you have something that could make me a little happier?" I leant forward to whisper in his ear, "Because right now, I'm in a pretty shitty mood."

I shoved my hands in the pockets of his jeans, coming out with nothing. I then checked his jacket pockets and once again found nothing. I stared at the kid before I got an idea. I zipped down Carlos' jacket and looked for the inside pocket. Finding it, I searched inside it, pulling out a $50 note.

"Cashed up aren't we Carlos?" I said waving the note in front of his face. His eyes widened and he started struggling harder, forcing Dean and Chase to readjust the hold on him. "You don't mind if I take this do you?"

Now usually he would be too scared to talk back and we would leave as he stood there, frozen in fear, but not this time. "No! You c-can't have it! Give it b-back!" Carlos raised his voice a bit.

I was shocked. I did not expect that. I looked to my friends who were just as surprised. I nodded to them. They slammed Carlos into the wall, forcing a pained cry from the small Latino. They then lifted him off the ground, raising him to my height, before pinning him to the wall firmly.

I walked up to him, a couple inches from his face. "Now why can't I have it Carlos?"

"B-b-because I have to g-give it to s-someone else." He whimpered embarrassed.

I laughed, "Well tell this person you lost it and will give it to them tomorrow." I pocketed the bill.

"B-but he will beat me up!" Carlos cried defeated.

"And if I don't get it, I'll beat you up!" I threatened. Then a thought struck me, "Who is this person anyway?"

"K-K-Kendall. Kendall Knight." Carlos' head sunk to his chest.

"Of course!" I growled. So Kendall picked on Carlos too. Great. Now I was even more pissed. At least he isn't getting his $50! I thought.

"Thanks for the $50 Carlos', but tomorrow there better be another." I slapped him, much harder than I intended, but I was angry and couldn't help it. His face snapped to the side, A red hand-print already forming on his tan cheek.

I started walking off as Dean and Chase dropped Carlos and shoved him to the ground before walking after me.

I felt bad about what I did, but the kid always gets bullied, even when he was getting up from when Dean pushed him down, another kid walked past and pushed him back down, calling him a racist name as he walked off.

Back when I was in junior school, I would have never even thought of bulling some into doing my homework, or beating up a kid for money, but I guess the feel of being so popular and powerful have got to me. I mean, even while feeling bad for picking on Carlos, I felt strong, somehow I feel as if he deserved it, even when he didn't.