Chapter 1:

It was the first day of a new school for me, and my hands were fidgeting as I opened my locker. As soon as I got here, I was given the strange 'new kid' glares, as I was way too familiar with. In my head I kept telling myself, keep moving, just keep moving. I figured as I slammed my hand down on my screeching alarm clock this morning that the faster I moved, the faster I would be out of this town, and on to the next one.

I moved from Los Angeles, the City of Angels, to this dingy place—a tiny town in Minnesota. There weren't many differences between here and LA, besides the fact that I actually enjoyed my life there. It was the one place that I had actually begun to like and appreciate, as far as my past hometowns went.

I was well liked at my old school, Palmwoods High. I had decent grades; and I was just about to burst into a newfound singing career with some of my friends. I guess my happiness wasn't enough for my mom, when she came home one morning to tell me the 'good news'.

I remember distinctly with her fake, huge, white smile, "Good news honey! We're moving to Minnesota!" The part about moving didn't shock me—I've moved enough times that I barely had to unpack my suitcases at new homes. I was shocked because my mom chose to move out of Los Angeles. I almost caught myself calling it home a couple of weeks ago—oops, my mistake.

See, my mom's job is more important to her than anything in the world. For the most part she cares more about it than she could love a human baby, such as myself. She was the owner or a local-turned-global cosmetics company, and she would stop at nothing to keep expanding. That's why I wasn't even sad when my father left her, and myself, some might argue that I was even happy for him—happy he was getting away from this mess of a woman.

So as she told me we'd be moving our family of two to this small town in Minnesota, I sighed and didn't even argue. When we arrived at the airport in which I didn't even know the name of, I followed my mom closely and watched my shoes moving against the marked tile flooring. I didn't watch the new houses and neighborhoods slowly drift by while we were in the car, driving to our new house, I still kept focused on my shoes. I won't grow accustomed to this place, I can't. At this point, I'm just so tired of finding happiness somewhere, and having to drop everything and everyone to leave for somewhere new for my mom's economic profit.

I closed my locker, and turned so I could lean my back against it to sigh. The bell signaling I should drag myself to my first period class in this school had rung a few moments ago, as I was reminiscing about why I wound up here. I closed my eyes and sighed, as I listened to someone else down the hallway slam their locker and shuffle their feet the down the opposite side of the hallway.

Today I, James Diamond, will be starting yet another new life. I started to walk down the hallway, not even sure if I was going the right direction, whispering in my head: keep moving, just keep moving.

As usual I stared at my shoes, observing the new floor underneath me. I can't honestly say I've never felt alone like this, but this loneliness was different. I was a junior in high school already, and I've never been able to really connect with anyone my age, someone who would understand my complex lifestyle and shattered excuse of a relationship with my mom. Call me depressed, but I was feeling like shit this morning.

All of a sudden something hit me, and at first I thought it was just my subconscious slapping me. But no, it was, an actual person? Someone had walked full force into me—and doing so, mixed up my schedule in his or her plethora of papers and books, all over the ground. Great, you asshole. Now I'm going to be late AND have a bump on my head. I was busy searching for my schedule, and I didn't even hear what the other kid was saying.

Finally I looked up, to see a brunette boy staring down at me, with a look of worry painted across his face. Shit. He was good looking. I shook out of my thoughts to hear him say, "Uhh...Hello?"

"What?" was all I could muster out of my mouth. "I said, are you okay?" he chuckled, obviously noticing my odd and blank expression. I was too busying looking at his eyes. "I guess," I said as I felt the bump forming on my head. I winced as I ran my hand through my perfectly placed hair. I found the bump where one of his books clearly made direct contact with my head. He walked over, leaving his books and papers on the ground after successfully pulling out my schedule from all of his stuff.

He handed me the paper with my classes on it. He handed me the page. I muttered a "thank you," and was about to leave. He was wasting my time, regardless of his good looks and smile. I couldn't afford being tardy on the first day.

I turned in the other direction before I heard, "Hey, my name's Logan, Logan Mitchell… by the way." Once more I turned, "I'm James…James Diamond. More commonly known as the new kid," I chuckled. If I was going to be late, I could at least make a new friend on my way to class.

"So you have English now? With Johnson?" he asked me. He knows my schedule? This new boy knows my schedule? But he's too cute to care about my schedule or me… "Hellooooo, earth to James," He said, snapping me out of my trance. "Are you sure you're okay?" He asked again, he looked genuinely concerned.

"Really, I'm fine…I think," I said, while wincing. My head really hurt, to be honest. "So English?" He continued. "Yeah, I think I'd better get going…I'm going to be late," I said. I think? I know. Why was this boy so cute? Why can't I stop talking to him?

"Well I have it with you, I'll come with ya," he smiled. He gathered his books and papers. There were so many of them, considering it was only the first day of school. Damn, he was cute. This is gonna be a really long day, I thought to myself. Already have my eyes on a boy that I don't even know, and I still haven't gotten to my first class.

"Well Mr. Diamond, shall we?" He motioned for me to lead the way to class. "We shall, Mr. Mitchell," I blushed.