AN: Because I started school, I won't be updating quite often like before. I do hope to update 1 story a week if I'm given the time. Sorry about this and I hope you all will still continue to support the stories. Again my apologies. This was also a bit rushed because I had homework. Please review like always to tell me your thoughts.

After spending majority of his time sitting on filthy, germ infested, men's restroom, Kendall finally found the strength to hoist himself up. However, his mind was still hazy from the very recent event that just occurred from where he stood. He could still feel traces of Logan's soft lingering touches. His skin still tingled in places where those soft velvety lips grazed over his skin. Logan's unique and intoxicating scent was still prominent in the room, assaulting Kendall's nostrils, endlessly reminding him that this was no dream, it was reality.

Subconsciously, Kendall caressed his body, mimicking the same trail that the brunette's hands took, reliving the experience for a second time. His heart began to race, face flushed, as fresh memories replayed in his mind. He halted his movements. He shook his entire body, shrugging the whole experience out of his system. He lightly slapped both of his cheeks as if to say "don't think about it, wake up." Exhaling a deep sigh, he approached one of the many sinks in the bathroom and looked at his reflect on the perched mirror.

His eyes widen in horror as his vision landed on the prominent, eye-poppingly visible from a mile a way hickeys plastered on his light tanned neck. Instinctively, he slapped a hand over the most noticeable one to hide it from his own eyes, wincing slightly from the contact with the still sensitive skin.

Then, another thought invaded his mind. If this was the state of his neck after that mind blowing assault, he was terrified to see the condition of his similarly, thoroughly served torso. With a trembling hand, he hesitantly began lifting the hem of his shirt, exposing bit by bit of skin to assess the damage.

Barely revealing 3 inches of his stomach, Kendall hastily pulled down his shirt seeing a glimpse of the hickey infestation, too afraid to look further. He nibble on his lower lip as panic over took his body.

How am I going to explain this? he thought, combing a hand through his still slightly disheveled locks. No one can see me like this.

"I have to get out," he thought out loud, fumbling for his phone to check the time. He had 5 angry and concerned messages from Jo and Carlos which he chose to ignore. They'll want to know what was going on but right now, that's not his biggest problem, he had to get out of school before anyone saw. The lunch bell rung about 10 minutes ago and Kendall didn't even notice. But this gave him the perfect opportunity for an escape since everyone was currently in class including his best friends.

Kendall peeked out of the bathroom and was relieved when the hallways were clear. He sprinted out of the school, headed to his car and drove home. Mr. and Mrs. Schmidt were still at work which Kendall was grateful for. One, because he didn't want to have to explain the hickeys to his parents and two, he can use his mom's makeup to cover them up.

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Kendall made quick work on the makeup, finding the closest shade to his skin as he could. He covered the visible ones on his neck and a portion of his abdomen incase his shirt rides up by accident. Looking at himself in the mirror, he nodded in satisfaction when he saw no trace of the hickeys.

Minutes after he finished, the phone rang. The caller I.D. read "mom." Kendall gulped and picked up the phone.

"Mom?" he answered with a hushed tone.

"What are you doing home?" she asked not too pleasantly.

"I wasn't feeling well mom," he lied. "My stomach been a bit off and I felt like throwing up."

Mrs. Schmidt sighed. "You could've told your teachers or the office first before you went home."

"Sorry mom," he apologized. "I wasn't thinking straight."

"Clearly," she teased with humor.

"Thanks mom," he replied sarcastically.

"You're welcome honey. Are you okay?" she asked with motherly concern. "I can pick up Katie if you're not up to it," she offered.

"It's fine mom. I took something for the nausea. I should be fine by the time school finishes," he explained.

"Okay. Feel better honey," she said.

"I will and sorry again," he finished before hanging up.

The conversation with his mother reminded him of another obstacle, Jo and Carlos. He couldn't prolong a reply any longer. The longer he took, the more suspicion they'll foster. Sending a quick text while heading the attic, he used the same lie he told his mother to his two friends, hoping they'll believe the lie. Carlos was easy to fool. He hated to admit it but his Latino friend can be very gullible. To prove his point and to his relief, Carlos replied immediately, telling him to get better and to take it easy.

The main problem was Jo. She was more perceptive than most people, having the ability to instinctively sense lies with deathly accuracy. But that was only through a face-to-face confrontation from what he observed. He wasn't sure if the ability was effective through electronic messaging.

Of course with his luck, the lie was as obvious as the sun on a hot summer day to the unparalleled lie detecting superpowers of Jo Taylor. He swore he could hear, imagine, and feel the sarcasm in her text.

Jo: Hah and I'm not blonde and pretty. I will be there after practice. So, enjoy and relax while you STILL can.

Kendall: Jo, I'm fine. It was my stomach. You don't need to come over.

Jo: Yeah it was really your stomach. Will be there an hour after school finishes.

Kendall: Jo, it's my stomach nothing else.

Jo: 1 hour.

Kendall let out a frustrated groan, dropped his phone on his desk and collapsed on his bed knowing he was fighting a losing battle. There's nothing left for him to do now than to wait for the inevitable. His phone rang again signaling another text. He reluctantly got up and checked.

Jo: Carlos is coming too. 1 hour.

Kendall groaned again and threw his phone on the bed before joining the battered electronic in a belly flop of annoyance.

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Kendall sat in his car behind an endless line of mini vans and SUV driven by exhausted soccer moms, growing impatient by the minute. After a grueling half an hour, it was finally his turn to pick up his baby sister.

"I heard you skipped school," she chimed getting inside the car.

"I didn't skip school," he said defensively. "I wasn't feeling well."

"Yeah, I bet mom fell for the lie," she retorted.

"I'm not lying," he argued.

"Give it up big brother, I know when you're lying," she argued back.

"You've been hanging out with Jo too much," he cringed jokingly.

"She's a good influence," she smirked back.

Kendall grumbled and rolled his eyes, focusing on the road.

"On to a more important point, why do you have makeup on your neck?" she questioned leaning in to inspect the smudge a little closer.

"W-w-what are you talking about?" he stuttered.

"The makeup that's obviously covering a hickey, oh, nope, hickeys," she pointed out emphasizing the S in hickeys, swiping a bit of the makeup with a finger to prove her point.

"Is it noticeable?" he asked.

"Yeah, it doesn't match your skin," she said matter-of-factly.

"Crap. What am I going to do?" he mumbled.

"I can help you if you'd like," she offered.

Kendall looked at her with utter disbelief. His sister, devious little runt was offering help. Not only that, she was offering help in makeup, MAKEUP.

"Since when did you know stuff about makeup?" he questioned.

"I'm still a girl. I dabbled," she shrugged.

"Awww, my baby sister is growing up," he teased.

"Are you sure you're suppose to be teasing me right now?" she countered. "I'm not the one who's hiding something."

Kendall turned mute at that comment. He can't possibly talk about being groped by Logan Henderson in a school bathroom to his little sister.

"So…" Katie trailed. "Who were you smooching it up with and gave you those hickeys?" she asked.

"I don't want to talk about it with my baby sister," he said plainly.

"I can respect that," she replied.

"Right," he said sarcastically. "You'll respect that I don't want to talk about it but in your own twisted way, will deviously try to find out about it," he pouted.

"Aww, you know me so well," she mocked.

Kendall just grumbled. He'll have to deal with that later but right now, fooling Jo was the main obstacle. And with that, he needs a bit of help with makeup.

"Just help me with the makeup and don't tell Jo," he warned.

"Fine, but I will find out," she replied with confidence. "I can fool Jo but it's you im worried about."

"I know," he admitted.

-Page Break-

With only minutes to spare, Katie was able to do her last finishing touches on Kendall's neck. The cover up was nearly flawless. Only on very close inspection and highly trained eyes could reveal the love bites beneath the powder. The front door burst open as his two best friends invaded his home without much consideration, not that it was needed. This behavior was normal, each of them welcome in each other's home.

"Kendall," called out Jo, making her way up to the attic followed by Carlos, not even waiting for a reply.

"Up here," answered Kendall but he knew they were already on their way.

And right on cue, the trap door leading to the attic opened. Jo's head pooped up from the opening climbing her way up the stairs followed by Carlos.

"Jo, Carlos," greeted Kendall.

"Save it Blondie. You can't talk your way out of this," interjected Jo, joining Kendall on his bed.

"First you stayed after school and forgot about Katie. Now you skipped school. I thought you were really sick until Jo said you were lying," said Carlos. "Now tell us the truth," he demanded.

"That was the truth. My stomach really hurt probably from indigestion," he lied.

"Oh don't give me that crap," countered Jo. "Are you still bummed about Camille?" she asked.

"It's not about her," explained Kendall.

"Then what's the matter?" insisted Jo. "Who's this about?"

But as soon as she asked, she immediately knew the answer. No doubt that his best friend's problems are rooted to that Logan Henderson. And judging by Kendall's rigid posture and mute demeanor, she was right about her suspicions, not that it wasn't obvious.

"Logan," spat Carlos with such venom that Kendall flinched at the statement.

"Is he the reason why you were at school for that long yesterday? Did he harass you again?" asked Jo in fury.

Silence from Kendall told the two that they were right.

"Is he the reason why you skipped school today too?" pressed on Jo.

"Logan was late for lunch. He's usually at their table by the time we get there but today he wasn't," Carlos informed her.

"So it was Logan," she said. "Kendall you have to stand up for yourself. You can't just let him get to you, bully you."

"I can stand up for myself," he defended.

"Well you haven't been doing a good job," countered Carlos.

"Look Kendall, if you're not going to do anything about it then you leave us no choice," said Jo. She looked at Carlos and nodded, having a silent agreement, an agreement they've been thinking about since the first time this occurred.

"You will not leave your classroom until one of us comes and gets you," stated Jo.

"What are you going to do, escort me?" he asked sarcastically.

Both of them smirked.

"No, you can't be serious," he exclaimed, exasperated by their proposition.

"You leave us no choice Kendall. We just want to make sure that Logan can't get to you," explained Carlos with much concern.

"I'm not a kid," he whined. "You can't do this. I won't let you."

"If you don't agree, then well just have to tell your mom," threatened Jo.

"You won't," gasped Kendall.

"Oh yeah? Try me," she challenged, fetching her phone from her pocket, fingers pressing furiously to find Mrs. Schmidt's number. With haste and much practice, Jo found the number with ease and rested her finger on the call button.

"One push Kendall and she'll know about Logan," she warned. "We promised your mom that well look after you and it's either this or we tell her."

Kendall took a moment to think, eye's darting from Jo to her phone. It was a lose-lose situation. If he refuses, his mom will find out about the mistreatment and who knows what how desperate and exaggerated she'll react. It won't guarantee that the harassment will stop but with Logan, he'll find a way. If he agrees with the plan, sure he's freedom will be compromised but with Jo and Carlos always by his side, Logan won't have any room to infiltrate. Plus, his mom will continue to be oblivious and that's how he wanted it. He didn't want to trouble her anymore.

"Fine," he sighed in defeat. "Lay it on me."

"Like I said, you will wait for one of us to get you," repeated Jo.

"Second, we'll all be carpooling from now on," added Carlos.

"But what about sports?" questioned Kendall, looking at both of them.

"You'll just have to wait for us," she explained.

"What about Katie?" he pressed on further trying to find some loop hole.

"Don't worry, the two days that we have practice, your mom can pick her up," said Carlos.

"Is that all?" he asked.

"You're not to speak with Logan or his friends. Avoid him at all cost and if by any chance that you are by yourself, call us right away if you see even one strand of his hair," said Carlos.

"We start tomorrow. We'll use my car," Jo offered.

-Page Break-

The plan was doing well so far. Three periods in and Kendall kept his word. He'd wait for either Carlos or Jo to escort him to his next class. Logan didn't seem to pay Kendall much attention which they found weird and Kendall seemed to be doing the exact same thing except he kept fidgeting around the brunette as if guilty of something. Then came fourth period, history.

All three of them had that class and unfortunately so did Logan, James, and Camille. As their teacher Ms. Collins paced back and forth, numbing their minds with her latest lecture, both Jo and Carlos kept their eyes on Logan. The brunette seemed to feel their glare as well as a timid one and spared a glance at their direction. He flashed the two a toothy grin then turned to Kendall. They made eye contact, Logan managing a wink briefly before the blonde turned away with a blush creeping into his cheeks. Logan silently chuckled and returned his focus back to Camille. Jo and Carlos didn't miss the exchange and it infuriated them to no end.

With an ear splitting whack to the board, the class turned silent and focused on Ms. Collins.

"Now that I have your attention," she began. "I will now talk about the group project that you'll be doing for the next three weeks."

The whole class grumbled at she began to inform them of the guideline for the project.

"Now remember, this is 30% of your overall grade so do your best," she reminded them. "As for groups, I will each pick team captains and they get to chose."

Complaints flew across the room at the realization that most won't be partnered up with who they liked. However, Jo and Carlos didn't join their fellow peers with their protest. They just sat there in total fear as the most horrendous possibility of Kendall and Logan being in the same group could occur. They switched their gaze to their blonde friend in worry. Kendall had the same look of horror in his face, mouth agape.

"Quiet down," she exclaimed. "Everyone will have the opportunity to be team captain. Now, when I call your name, pick two other people to be in your group. Once you picked, all three of you will sit next to each other, so everyone please stand in the back."

The class shuffled out of their seats, unhappy of the forced relocation. Jo, Carlos, and Kendall stood in anticipation. They prayed that one of them will be called before Logan or better, for Logan's name to not be called at all.

"Kevin," called out Ms. Collins. All three tensed up, relieved that Logan wasn't called but disappointed that neither of them were called. The boy picked his team mates and Ms. Collins proceeded to call on the next.

"James," she called out. Jo and Carlos relaxed. James was bound to pick Logan as his partner. There goes the chance of Logan and Kendall teaming up.

"I pick…" trailed James. "Jo and Carlos," he smirked as the two exclaimed in protest.

"Is there a problem?" asked Ms. Collins.

"Yeah we have a problem. We don't want to team up with James," sneered Carlos.

"Well I'm sorry Mr. Pena but no switching teams. The decision is final," she said with authority. "Now, please would you and Ms. Taylor join Mr. Maslow at your new assigned seats so we can figure out the other groups."

The two reluctantly joined James to their new seats and spared a glance at Kendall. He looked terrified, fidgeting with this thumbs while he chewed on his lower lip raw. Then they glared at Logan who was now chuckling like a madman, overjoyed that his plans were going smoothly.

"Next captain is Logan," said Ms. Collins.

The brunette grinned stepping out of the crowd that stood in the back, hand in hand with Camille. "Of course I'll be with you," he said, kissing her the back of her hand. "And," he paused, scanning the crowd, feigning ignorance of who to pick before saying "Kendall," with a devious smile, licking his lower lip like a predator eager to taste his prey.

AN: Sorry about the slowish development. I still hope you liked it. I hope to have time to update my other three stories soon. Like always stay nerdy.