Big Time Rush Book Of One-Shots

The New Guy- AddictedTo_LiamPayne

"Emily Elias," Says Mrs. Knes.

It's not the first day, but everyday in 1st period I'd remind her to call me Em. But she never even listened. The room is silent, and I stand up, preforming the appropriate "Present" greeting. All these things and more are required at Archwood Academy for the academically gifted and talented. Of course it was an honor to apply, take the three hour test, then receive a letter of acceptance.

"I am present today, Mrs. Knes." I say, and bow with my skirt. I actually kind of like the light blue and white high knee socks, the white hair ribbons for girls, and the light blue button down for girls. I tapped my black flats plainly once I sat down.

As she continued reading down the list, I hold a strand of my dark brown hair in my hand. I stare down at the empty Japanese worksheet with my brown eyes, puzzled. I wonder why I decided to take Japanese instead of the less complicated (but still complicated!) French and Spanish courses.

I slapped myself lightly, with my light olive hand.

When she was done, the tall woman looked up at the class, her glasses slightly dangling from its position on her face. She looks up even higher, with anticipation. "Class, we've got a new student." She announces, motioning to the door. The whole classes eyes dance over to it, wondering what will happened next.

Right when we don't think anything will happen, a tall dirty bland dashes through the door, almost crashing into Mrs. Knes. "I'm sorry," He says, facing the class. He pulls down his slightly tight white and blue shirt. I swear that even for just a second, his light green eyes met my brown eyes. But quickly, I am embarrassed, and I look away.

"Class, this is Kendall. Kendall Schmidt. you might know him from Big time rush." She turns to him. "Welcome to Archwood Academy, Mr. Schmidt."

The teacher scans the room for a moment. I look over my shoulders, finding an empty seat to my left. Uh-oh.

"Why don't you sit next to Emily?" Asks Mrs. Knes.

"It's Em." I remind her.

But Kendall ignores us, and drops his black binder and books onto the desk next to me. "Hi, I'm Kendall." He says once he gets settled.

"I know who you are." I snap back at him. "I know your type."

"...don't you not want to know a person before you judge em?" He asks, facing him body towards me. I shift my shoulder to his side, my dark brown hair falling at my side. I wasn't going to fall for the I'm-too-famous-and-good-for-all-of-you-but-I'll-take-your-friendship act. I was perfectly fine with spending my lunch hour in the library. Alone.

"I guess." I say genuinely. I didn't want him to know I was considering it. Even if it was for just a moment.

"What's that in your eyes?"

"What?"

I start to bat at my eye.

"No, let me get it,"

I let him come close to my face. For a second I think he's going to kiss me, but he just blows in my right eye. "Oh. Thanks." I rub my eye a little.

At lunch, I take my lunch bag and go to Mr. Bensons Trigonometry class. I walk ever so quietly, hoping nobody notices somebody is in the hallway. But when I open the heavy brown door to the math class, I am not alone anymore.

"Kendall?" I ask. "What are you doing here?"

"I take trig, and I wanted to come in to make sure I'm catching up." He replies, stuffing a bite of pb&j into his mouth.

"If you are, then where is Mr. Bensons?" I place my lunch bag on a desk far, far away from his.

"He'll be back soon, but whatever. What are you doing here?" He looks straight into my eyes again. With those light green eyes...

"I like being alone. That's how I like my solitude: alone. So if you don't mind, I'll be leaving-"

"No, wait!" He races to the door, grabbing onto my arm. "Stay?"

"Why? I barely know you." I ask, shaking my arm free.

Just at that moment, as I am ready to leave, Kendall spins me around and plants a sweet kiss on my two lips. I'm speechless: his lips are so soft and sweet that I stand up on my toes for another.

And I will never forget his next words. He pulls me even closer, and whispers, "This could be something."