Just saw the boys in concert, FRONT ROW, ULTIMATE VIP PACKAGES. It was wonderful. Dustin threw me and my friend a guitar pick each.

And I feel like a pedophile for loving Cody Simpson. But goddamn, that boy can move. I'm willing to wait for him to reach the legal age of consent.

And Rachel Crow is so cute.

Mind racing as furious thoughts swirled through his body, Kendall stomped down the hallway; not giving a shit if he was late to math class.

It wasn't fair. It's not like the blonde didn't try. He wasn't stupid, just don't ask James.

Okay, maybe he could put a little more effort into not sleeping during the daily lecture. But, it was world history, right after lunch. And with a belly full of a warm meal, the lights off save for the projector, and Mrs. Ratchet had the lulling drone down to a 'T', the blonde couldn't be bothered to fight his midday nap.

Loud bell reverberating throughout the empting hallway, Kendall continued his leisured pace as his yanked the door open to his math class. Eternally grateful Miss Collins was so easy going and barely spared him a glance, Kendall trudged to the back of the room.

Flopping his body into the desk, he ignored his two friends as they tried to catch his eyes. He really didn't feel like reiterating the long speech Mrs. Ratchet unloaded on him. Possibly for the simple fact the he hadn't necessarily paid attention to the entirety of it. He vaguely recalled the woman mentioning an upcoming project that Kendall needed to get a good grade on to pass the semester. But, he doubted James and Carlos would be too thrilled to hear about schoolwork.

BREAK

Kendall had been right. In two instances, actually. The first being that James and Carlos would not happy to receive a new assignment. The second being that Mrs. Ratchet would call his mother.

After enduring a lecture from his dinosaur of a teacher, Kendall's bad day continued home where his mother began by first chastising him and ended with her sending him huffs and disappointed glares throughout the night until he resigned to his bedroom.

Mrs. Ratchet began explaining the partnered project with an absolute look of glee on her wizened face. It seemed she thought it was a real treat to write ten page essays in pairs.

Normally, partnered work was a breeze, along with a heck of a lot of fun. But with his semester hanging in the balance, Kendall couldn't afford to work with either Carlos or James. Kendall may not be a genius, but he was probably smarter than his two friends combined.

Scanning his classmates, Kendall watched as friends paired off. Brushing off his friends with the assurance that he didn't mind them partnering, his gaze travelled to the front row. Spotting a spiked head of darkened brown hair, Kendall's eyes widened in excitement. Time to turn on the charm.

Sauntering to the front with causality, Kendall swiveled on his feet upon reaching his classmate.

Logan glanced up, brow cocked up in question. After attending the same school since he moved to the small town in Minnesota, Logan had talked to the tall blonde a number of times. Nine out of ten times those conversations revolved around the brunette supplying Kendall with answers to the homework he had neglected to complete the previous night. When it came to partner work though, Logan found his popularity to skyrocket.

Wide grin threatening to split his face in half, Kendall waggled his own thick eyebrows at the shorter boy.

Eyes rolling in agreement, Logan sighed before speaking. "Alright, but you're gonna have to do your share."

"Absolutely." Cheeks beginning to hurt, Kendall let his face relax into a more natural smile.