Kendall watched in silent fascination as James sauntered down the hall. One of the hottest guys in Sherwood history, the tall brunette was new to the Sherwood scene. He had teachers and students alike drooling at his feet. Kendall was no exception. He knew Carlos wasn't either.

"Dude!" the Latino exclaimed in a whisper. "James is seriously smoking hot!" The blonde had to agree, but he bit his tongue all the same. James was now walking towards them, and the blonde didn't want to make a complete fool of himself. The Latino could make enough of fool for both of them.

"Hey guys," James said, flashing them a smile of pure, blinding white. "Can you direct me to Mr. Wood's Econ class?" Carlos just stared at the tall brunette with his jaw on the floor. The blonde had butterflies tap dancing in his stomach. James was talking to him, him! "Um, are you guys okay?" Carlos' jaw seemed to realize it was scraping the dirty brown tile of the floor and pulled itself back up.

"Econ's that way," Carlos said, pointing down the hall to their immediate right. "Second door on your left." James gave them another smile worthy enough to make the sun jealous (if it ever showed itself in this rainy little town) and swung his way into the room. Kendall finally found his voice.

"Hubba hubba hot!" he whispered to Carlos, who grinned and giggled in that order. The blonde blushed right down to his shirt collar. So he could make a fool of himself now. It wasn't a big deal in front of Carlos, whom he'd known for the better part of six years. But around James, he couldn't. But being tongue-tied was definitely not scoring him any cool points.

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"Dude, you should totally go for it!" Carlos said. His boyfriend, brain-boy and doctoral prodigy Logan Mitchell, nodded his agreement. The two had an easy relationship. Meaning, either could openly stare at another guy and they wouldn't get jealous. Because at the end of the day, they were both loyal to each other. Kendall wished he had somebody like that.

"I don't know guys," he said. He watched as Carlos practically draped himself over Logan's lap. Logan didn't seem to mind. Or notice for that matter. He continued to watch the blonde like the Latino wasn't even there. "What if he's straight? I couldn't take the rejection again."

"Look," Logan chimed in before the blonde could continue. "Just because Jett turned you down one time..."

"Did you forget that one time was in front of the entire Sherwood High hockey team? Over the loudspeaker wired for the announcers?" Logan winced. Indeed, he had forgotten that. Carlos studied to the two indifferently. This conversation was now boring him, as it wasn't centered around Mr. So-Wrong.

"Come on guys," he said, before the conversation spiraled into memory city. "You don't know if he is or not. You could ask." he added helpfully to the blonde. The very idea horrified him beyond basic human speech. If he even thought about it, he was sure he'd begin blubbering on the floor like a two year old.

"It wouldn't hurt to ask you know?" Logan said, ever his matter-of-fact self. The blonde rolled his eyes to the heavens and studied his hands. He was so not ready to even begin to talk to the brunette, much less ask of his sexual preferences.

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"Alright ladies, a little privacy please." The group consisting of about thirty girls all groaned in perfect unison and drifted off to random directions. James let out his breath, which he'd been holding since they arrived. Girls were pretty to look at sure. And they made great company, but he just wasn't interested. Actually, as far as he knew, no one knew of his real love interest. It is our favorite blonde boy wonder. James found him intriguing. The Latino boy had answered all the questions, much to the brunette's dismay. He was hoping he could hear the blonde boy speak. Heck, he didn't even know his name yet.

"James!" James turned, just in time to see yet another girl run up to him. She thrusted something into his hands and ran off before he could say anything. He looked down. It was a folded piece of paper, with a scrawled name on it. He peered closer. Abigail. He unfolded it and groaned after he finished reading it. Hi James! I really like you! Would you please go out with me? It was always the same old thing. He'd go to a new school, and girls would drool all over him, begging to be his girlfriend. He always tried to find a polite way to say no, but it was frustrating and troublesome to hunt down fifty girls and tell them off nicely. Half the time, he was tempted to shout over the intercom that he wasn't interested in dating any girls.

"You don't know me," he whispered to the paper. "So why would you want to date me?" He balled his fists around the paper and let it fall to the ground, crumpled. "You don't know who I like!" His voice began to rise. "What I like! Or who I am!" James took a breath to calm himself down. He didn't need to get worked up over this. It was one random girl he'd never even met. And he had no intention of meeting her. He was content to be the mysterious new boy whom everyone wanted to know and date, even if his heart yearned for another.

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"I don't see why you don't go for it," Logan said as Kendall escorted the couple to his room. Logan and Carlos were normal faces in the Knight house, so no one even bothered to look twice at them. Kendall rolled his eyes and flopped onto his bed.

"I just don't want to okay?" he snapped. "I don't want to be rejected again, in some horrific, embarrassing, public way." Logan sighed. He knew Kendall wasn't quite over Jett yet, and might never be considering the other blonde's way too far actions. "Can we just drop it, please?" he asked, finally not being snippity at them. "I just don't want to bother. He won't fall for me anyway." Logan sighed again as Carlos climbed onto his lap and perched there, watching the two boys go back and forth. This particular conversation was appealing to him, as it dealt with both Kendall's love-life (always juicy gossip) and Mr. So-Wrong. Well he was Mr. Right for Kendall. Carlos was loyal, never call him anything but. He could fantasize though, right? He was entitled to his own private thoughts after all.

"You'll never know unless you try Ken-Ken," he added. Before Logan could chime in anything "useful" the Latino gave him a rough kiss on the lips. Getting the hint, the smart ravenette kept his mouth shut. Both watched as some unknown emotion played across the blonde's face. Both watched as he shoved himself away from his bed. His bangs fell into his face, giving him a kind of wild look.

"I'll do it," he told them quietly. "I'll ask him."

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"Hi Jamie," James' mom said as he walked in after school. He swung his bag onto the front staircase and slumped into the wooden chair next to it. "Rough day sweetie?" she asked, ruffling his hair a little. He jerked away and glared at her.

"Not the hair mom!" he snapped. "And yes, it was a rough day. The usual bullshit happened that happens everywhere when we move. Girls throw themselves at my feet, yet my heart belongs to someone who doesn't like me back." He stormed up to his room and slammed the door. Even his own mother didn't know him.

~Fin~

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I know I normally post Kogan but this went so well I wanted to share it with all you BTR Kames lovers