Glitter in the Hallway Chapter V Paralyzed
If you are wondering why no teachers have interfered…that is because the bell hasn't rang yet and students are still arriving so the teachers are in their classrooms preparing their lectures. Also, the confrontation doesn't last that long…and sorry to disappoint if you wanted it to be more physical. I would have liked that too but I guess I didn't want to hurt Logan, maybe next time 
I do not own or claim copyright of Big Time Rush.
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The metallic ring of the school bell whistled through the campus, alerting all the students of Maplewood High School that they had ten minutes to get to class. A small huddle of girls packed up their belongings, hugged each other goodbye and departed in pairs depending on where their first class was located. A peppy blonde was accompanied by a dark beauty with ringlet curls resting at the edges of her petite collarbone. The friends discussed their upcoming anatomy class project, both holding opposing views.
"Ew why do you think it's exciting? I think it's the grossest thing ever!" Jo's face scrunched up in distaste, her little nose twitching slightly. Camille laughed at her squeamish friend, her laughter chiming like bells,
"Oh come on Jo, dissecting a cat isn't all that bad. I mean, yes it's all furry and smells-
"Yes, like old fish and decaying frogs!" Jo exclaimed to which Camille good-naturedly rolled her eyes as she explained,
"That's just the formaldehyde. It's used to kill germs and to preserve the cat so that it doesn't rot."
"I still think it's nasty!" Jo whined, crossing her arms and came to a halt before the entrance of the main school building. Camille huffed, grabbing the blonde's wrist and leading her forward while giggling,
"Well if you think it's that disgusting, you can just leave all the messy work to me."
"Oh good thing," Jo breathed a heavy sigh in relief, pushing past the double doors of the hallway for her and her friend, "because I am not looking forward to skinning it today and-"
"Hey isn't that your boyfriend?" Camille interrupted, noticing the commotion far off in the distance. Jo glanced down the hallway in confusion at the scene that was brought to her attention due to her companion. Her golden brown orbs followed the direction to where Camille's hand was pointing, recognizing a few people who were in her class. From between and beneath their crowding bodies, she caught the sight of a gray beanie hanging on the back of one guy's shaggy blonde hair. Frowning, Jo murmured,
"I wonder what's going on over there…" Her voice trailed off as she hoisted her side pouch more securely over her shoulder as the girls headed towards the lively ring of their fellow classmates. Once the pair reached the scene, Jo gently pushed her way through the crowd, coming to the front of the mass of people to see her boyfriend looming over the prone figure of another boy.
Ragged gasps were emitted from the boy's lungs, the breath drawn thinly between pauses as he remained paralyzed within the grasp of the larger blonde. Jo's deep brown eyes flickered across the boy's face, recognizing him as Logan, the kid who sat a few rows in front of her in their American Government class. Fear, confusion and pain were written clearly across the victim's face, just as clearly as the purplish gray bruise that appeared to have already formed beneath the pale skin of the boy's handsome features.
Currently, her boyfriend had Logan pinned up against a metal locker hoisting him up by the neckline as his first twisted into the fabric of Logan's navy blue argyle sweater vest. Blinking out of her shock, Jo shoved her way past a few more people who easily allowed the feisty blonde to past through them until she reached the forefront of the circle. Once she reached Kendall's side, her hand shot out to grab his arm,
"Kendall stop this!" She tugged on the hem of his burgundy shirt as she pled, "What'd Logan ever do to you?"
"He got in my way." Kendall gruffly answered, not adverting his gaze from Logan to even face his girlfriend. Jo's jaw dropped slightly in utter confusion as she retorted,
"So what? It's a crowded hallway and besides, we all have to walk here." Her palms found their way to her hips and planted themselves to her hipbone as she shifted her weight onto one leg,
"What's the big deal?" Before Kendall could form a response, James quickly offered a sarcastic remark,
"Well, did you see the trail of glitter he left down the hallway?" The crowd chuckled at James's joke which was meant to further expand the rumor that Logan was more feminine than the average male.
Kendall laughed the loudest, dropping Logan with a loud thud as he turned to face his friend to nudge him playfully in the side. Whooping laughter and jeers surrounded the boy on the ground who now could not see. The reason for his sudden blindness was because during the fall, his black rimmed glasses had fallen off the bridge of his nose and skidded across the tile a few yards away. Normally, Logan would have instantly strived to find his missing spectacles but due to the laughter and his lack of eyesight, all the youth could manage was a feeble search before giving up.
Sick of gazing awkwardly up into the ridiculing faces of his peers surrounding him, Logan resorted to drawing his legs into his chest, curling himself up into a small ball, wanting to disappear. Jo shook her head in disappointment, sympathy overwhelming her yet she did not know what to do. Biting her lower lip for a second, Jo summoned the courage to tug Kendall away from the circle, aloofly stating,
"Come on… let's just go." However, Kendall was not willing to listen to her, shrugging out of her grip while objecting,
"No, I'm not finished with him yet." Jo was shocked, stunned for a moment as Kendall turned around yet again to continue his tirade on the helpless boy curled up before him. Suddenly, Jo was able to snap out of her daze. She quietly came up behind Kendall, resting a palm on his shoulder gently, causing her boyfriend to face her.
Her deep brown orbs flecked with gold scanned his face creased with lines of hostility, desperately searching for an explanation as to what was causing Kendall's absurd behavior. Her hopeful eyes soon hardened in disappointment; not finding what she had so desired to discover within his face-compassion. She glanced to the side, swallowing the image of the terrified boy rocking back and forth with his head pressed into his knees. Shakily, she drew in a breath before facing Kendall with determination ringing in her voice,
"Well if you're not done with him, I'm done with you."
I do not own or claim copyright of Big Time Rush.
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The metallic ring of the school bell whistled through the campus, alerting all the students of Maplewood High School that they had ten minutes to get to class. A small huddle of girls packed up their belongings, hugged each other goodbye and departed in pairs depending on where their first class was located. A peppy blonde was accompanied by a dark beauty with ringlet curls resting at the edges of her petite collarbone. The friends discussed their upcoming anatomy class project, both holding opposing views.
"Ew why do you think it's exciting? I think it's the grossest thing ever!" Jo's face scrunched up in distaste, her little nose twitching slightly. Camille laughed at her squeamish friend, her laughter chiming like bells,
"Oh come on Jo, dissecting a cat isn't all that bad. I mean, yes it's all furry and smells-
"Yes, like old fish and decaying frogs!" Jo exclaimed to which Camille good-naturedly rolled her eyes as she explained,
"That's just the formaldehyde. It's used to kill germs and to preserve the cat so that it doesn't rot."
"I still think it's nasty!" Jo whined, crossing her arms and came to a halt before the entrance of the main school building. Camille huffed, grabbing the blonde's wrist and leading her forward while giggling,
"Well if you think it's that disgusting, you can just leave all the messy work to me."
"Oh good thing," Jo breathed a heavy sigh in relief, pushing past the double doors of the hallway for her and her friend, "because I am not looking forward to skinning it today and-"
"Hey isn't that your boyfriend?" Camille interrupted, noticing the commotion far off in the distance. Jo glanced down the hallway in confusion at the scene that was brought to her attention due to her companion. Her golden brown orbs followed the direction to where Camille's hand was pointing, recognizing a few people who were in her class. From between and beneath their crowding bodies, she caught the sight of a gray beanie hanging on the back of one guy's shaggy blonde hair. Frowning, Jo murmured,
"I wonder what's going on over there…" Her voice trailed off as she hoisted her side pouch more securely over her shoulder as the girls headed towards the lively ring of their fellow classmates. Once the pair reached the scene, Jo gently pushed her way through the crowd, coming to the front of the mass of people to see her boyfriend looming over the prone figure of another boy.
Ragged gasps were emitted from the boy's lungs, the breath drawn thinly between pauses as he remained paralyzed within the grasp of the larger blonde. Jo's deep brown eyes flickered across the boy's face, recognizing him as Logan, the kid who sat a few rows in front of her in their American Government class. Fear, confusion and pain were written clearly across the victim's face, just as clearly as the purplish gray bruise that appeared to have already formed beneath the pale skin of the boy's handsome features.
Currently, her boyfriend had Logan pinned up against a metal locker hoisting him up by the neckline as his first twisted into the fabric of Logan's navy blue argyle sweater vest. Blinking out of her shock, Jo shoved her way past a few more people who easily allowed the feisty blonde to past through them until she reached the forefront of the circle. Once she reached Kendall's side, her hand shot out to grab his arm,
"Kendall stop this!" She tugged on the hem of his burgundy shirt as she pled, "What'd Logan ever do to you?"
"He got in my way." Kendall gruffly answered, not adverting his gaze from Logan to even face his girlfriend. Jo's jaw dropped slightly in utter confusion as she retorted,
"So what? It's a crowded hallway and besides, we all have to walk here." Her palms found their way to her hips and planted themselves to her hipbone as she shifted her weight onto one leg,
"What's the big deal?" Before Kendall could form a response, James quickly offered a sarcastic remark,
"Well, did you see the trail of glitter he left down the hallway?" The crowd chuckled at James's joke which was meant to further expand the rumor that Logan was more feminine than the average male.
Kendall laughed the loudest, dropping Logan with a loud thud as he turned to face his friend to nudge him playfully in the side. Whooping laughter and jeers surrounded the boy on the ground who now could not see. The reason for his sudden blindness was because during the fall, his black rimmed glasses had fallen off the bridge of his nose and skidded across the tile a few yards away. Normally, Logan would have instantly strived to find his missing spectacles but due to the laughter and his lack of eyesight, all the youth could manage was a feeble search before giving up.
Sick of gazing awkwardly up into the ridiculing faces of his peers surrounding him, Logan resorted to drawing his legs into his chest, curling himself up into a small ball, wanting to disappear. Jo shook her head in disappointment, sympathy overwhelming her yet she did not know what to do. Biting her lower lip for a second, Jo summoned the courage to tug Kendall away from the circle, aloofly stating,
"Come on… let's just go." However, Kendall was not willing to listen to her, shrugging out of her grip while objecting,
"No, I'm not finished with him yet." Jo was shocked, stunned for a moment as Kendall turned around yet again to continue his tirade on the helpless boy curled up before him. Suddenly, Jo was able to snap out of her daze. She quietly came up behind Kendall, resting a palm on his shoulder gently, causing her boyfriend to face her.
Her deep brown orbs flecked with gold scanned his face creased with lines of hostility, desperately searching for an explanation as to what was causing Kendall's absurd behavior. Her hopeful eyes soon hardened in disappointment; not finding what she had so desired to discover within his face-compassion. She glanced to the side, swallowing the image of the terrified boy rocking back and forth with his head pressed into his knees. Shakily, she drew in a breath before facing Kendall with determination ringing in her voice,
"Well if you're not done with him, I'm done with you."