Author's Notes: So, here's what I'll do, during the weekdays, I'll do some different oneshots and on the weekends I'll update both of my stories. Sound good? Good. Here's another one of my Jagan oneshots. Just something I came up with and had to get out of my head. Ever since I started 'My Bad Boy', I've been obsessed with gang stories. I'll leave it to you guys to tell me if it's complete crap. But, I hope you guys do enjoy it :)

Logan's POV:

The bell rang as soon as I shut my locker. I picked my book bag off the floor and walked down the hall with my three best friends; Camille, Stephanie, and Jo. I was busy daydreaming about my weekend when I feel someone shove me into a wall. I grabbed my arm as pain shot through it.

"Ow!" I yelled. I looked over at my best friends and saw them giggling.

"Sorry, Logie. We were calling your name, but you wouldn't listen! Besides, we didn't expect you to shift over that much to actually hit the wall," Stephanie said.

I rolled my eyes, "Whatever. You could have just tapped my shoulder!"

"We did that, too! I guess you were too wrapped up in your daydream about James," Camille said. My lips turn into a smile just at the mention of his name.

Hello there, I'm Logan Mitchel and I'm 18 years old. I attend Duluth Johnson High School in Minnesota as a senior. James, James Diamond, is my boyfriend of one year. If you're wondering why I'm not walking down the hallway with him, but with these crazy girls, it's because James doesn't go here. No, he doesn't go to another high school either. In fact, he doesn't go to school at all. He's twenty-two years old. Yea, twenty-two.

Let's just say my parents weren't too excited when they found out, especially my Dad. I know you're probably thinking 'Why would they care? You're 18 years old for crying out loud! You're a fucking adult!' But, I was 17 when we started dating in October last year. We celebrated my 18th birthday on September 14th and about two weeks ago, our one year anniversary. For the first couple of months, there was a lot of sneaking around, secret dates, and calling from my friends' cell phone so my Dad couldn't trace James's number on my bill.

Eventually, they were fine with it…well my Mom is fine with it. My Dad still hates James, even after meeting him. Once they did meet James, my Mom fell in love with him and understood why I fell in love with him in the first place. That whole night was spent with me, my Mom, and James having conversations and my Dad giving James the cold shoulder. It's not that my Dad doesn't agree with me and James because I'm gay. To be honest, not much changed when I told my parents I was gay.

The only thing was that my Dad stopped trying to talk to me about sports and trying to persuade me to do more things than sing and play piano, drums, and guitar. Other than that, we've been close…well, before I met James. I never really understood why my Dad doesn't like James. James says it's probably because my Dad thinks he's a junkie with no job. Just in case you're wondering, James does have a job…just not something you'd wanna tell your parents.

James is the leader of one of the top gangs in the northern area of the country. From what he's told me, he has gangs all around the eastern and southern areas of the country. It took me a couple of weeks to get used to the gang, but we're all like family now. Anyway, after a few minutes of playful arguing, we continue our walk to the front of the school. We walk out of the front doors smiling and laughing like we always do, when we hear a loud whistle.

We turn around and I smile even wider when I see my handsome boyfriend leaning against his car. He smiles, revealing his pearly whites. We turned around headed toward his car. As we got closer he took off his glasses and hung it on the collar of his shirt. I smiled when I was finally in reaching distance and he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to his chest. He leaned down and kissed me. We both smiled when we pulled away.

"Hey, cutie," He said.

I laughed and tapped his nose, "Hey, hot stuff," We hear coughing behind us and turned our heads to see where it was coming from. We saw Camille, Jo, and Stephanie just smirking at us.

"Hi, James," They said simultaneously.

He laughs lightly and takes a hand off of my waist to give the girls a small wave, "Hey, ladies. You guys want a ride?" They giggled and shook their heads.

"No thanks. We're just gonna go to the café and get some coffee then walk back to my house. Nothing much. You guys have fun tonight. Logan, we'll see you Monday," Jo answered as they waved goodbye. Before walking away, Stephanie gave us a little wink that made me hide my face in James's chest from the dark blush I felt crawling up my cheeks. He laughed and tilted my head up so I was looking at him.

"Ready to go?" He asked me. I nodded my head and leaned up to kiss him before we pulled away from each other. He grabbed my book bag from me and tossed it in his trunk. I hopped in the passenger's seat and he got in the driver's side. He pulled off from the school when he asked me,

"How was school?" I shrugged.

"It was ok. Just…boring,"

"What? School boring to Logan Mitchel? No way!" He joked. I rolled my eyes with a smile on my face. One of the things I love about James is that he has a great sense of humor. He can make the worst day be the best day by just smiling.

"But, seriously though, how was school?" He asked me once he stopped laughing.

I sighed. I knew this was coming. In freshman year, I told everyone I was gay and most people were fine with it, but there's always gonna be one kid and his fucking posse to ruin my happiness. Jordan and his clan of idiots have been picking on me since freshman year. It kind of stopped when I started dating James in junior year, but it still goes on. When they found out I was dating thee James Diamond, they laid off for two months, but when everyone thought me and James broke up, when we were actually dating in private, it started up again.

I told James about it two months after it started again. Actually, he sort of found out on his own when we were making out on his bed and his hand slipped up my shirt and pressed on my side where a bruise was. When I groaned and pulled away from the pressure his hand was putting on the bruise, he kept asking me what was wrong. He stopped me when I was getting up from the bed and pulled my shirt up. There were about four bruises on my sides and stomach from earlier beating I got that week.

To say James was pissed, wouldn't even be close to describe how mad he really was. He was angry at Jordan for doing that to me and he was angry at me for not telling him what was going on. After calming him down, he said he was going to do something about it. I told him not to worry about it and that I was fine and that I didn't want him getting into any kind of trouble even if he is in a gang. Since then, whenever he picked me up from school or anytime he saw me, he'd ask me how school was, which brings us to now,

"It was… fine. They didn't really bother me this week," I told him as I looked out the window.

"What do you mean he really didn't bother you? Either he did or he didn't," He asked as he drove through the shortcut he uses to get to his house.

"Um, I guess he did…" I whispered. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see James's grip on the steering wheel tighten. He's gripping it so tight that his knuckles are turning white.

"What did he do?" James asked me as he pulled in his driveway and turned off the car.

Instead of answering, I got out of the car and ran up to his front door. I used the key he gave me and opened the door. I ignored the questions from the members that hang around at his house. I ran up to James's room and flopped face down on the bed. I didn't do anything when I heard footsteps coming closer to the room, closing the door, or when I felt a dip on the bed. I did let a tear fall when I felt a hand rub on my back.

"Logan, I'm sorry for overreacting. I just wanna know what that son of a bitch did to you," James whispered.

I dried my tear with the back of my hand and slowly stood up from the bed. I took off my shoes and socks and tossed them aside. I turned around so my back was to James. I took off my shirt and threw it to the bed. I started crying when I felt James touch the bruises on my back. I cried even harder when I felt him wrap his arms around my waist from behind me.

"Baby, I…" I turn around and placed a finger to his lips.

"Please, James. Don't- don't say anything. Jus-just hold me, please?" I asked him between my tears. He nodded his head and wrapped his arms around me tightly. I threw my arms around his neck and cried into his shoulder. This weekend definitely didn't start out how I planned.


Lunch Period:

Me and Jo were on our way to the library to get hand in some books, when Stephanie and Camille almost ran into us.

"Whoa! Guys, slow down. What's wrong?" Jo asked her. Stephanie turned to me,

"Logan, you need to the cafeteria, now! James is here," My eyes widen and we all run to the cafeteria where we see Jordan and his posse pinned to the huge bulletin board that's posted on one of the walls in the cafeteria. We push our way through the huge crowd that formed. When we finally broke through to the circle, I just stood there and stared at James and six of his members holding stapler guns.

"I think you know why I'm here…Leslie," James said as he glared at Jordan…or Leslie. Everyone started laughing. Even I let out a little giggle. I have to admit, that was funny as hell.

"Please just let me down!" Jordan, Leslie, cried. James and his crew laughed.

"I would let you down…if you stay away from my boyfriend," James said. My eyes widened and my mouth got dry.

"Wh-what? I don't even know your boyfriend!" Jordon cried.

"Yea, you do. Logan Mitchel,"

"I-I thought y-you guys broke up mo-months ago-,"

"Well, we didn't. Now, I'll let you go if you promise to stay away from him. I want you to stay away from him, don't look at him, don't touch him, don't even talk to him. I have sources all around this school, believe it or not. I can found out if you do hurt him. And if you do, I swear I will blow your brains out and send your body down a river," James threatened him.

"Okay, okay! Whatever you want! Just let me go!"

"You promise?"

"YES!" James smiled and put down his staple gun. He signaled for the other guys to put theirs down, too.

"Well, my work is done here. Let's go guys," James said as him and his gang started walking away.

"Wait!" Jordon yelled. James turned around and quirked an eyebrow.


"You said you were gonna let me down,"

"I did…but, I never said when," James smiled and walked out of the cafeteria. I gave my books to Camille and chased after James.

"JAMES!" I called down the hallway. Him and his gang turned around and he smiled when he saw me. I ran up to him and he caught me with my hands around his neck and my legs around his waist. I kissed him passionately and ran my hands through his hair. I pulled away from the lack of air. I leaned toward him so our foreheads were touching.

"Thank you,"

"No problem, baby. I'll always have your back,"

Author's Notes: Don't forget to review! Hope you guys enjoyed!