Miss-Invisible-Heartbreak (Jojo) gave me the prompt of emo James and football player Kendall.

I love this girl. She is my first friend on Fanfiction and … I never wrote her a story. What a horrible person I am =[. But here is my latest and 50th story for JOJO, Miss-Invisible-Heartbreak.

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*Note: This story was written over the time I got to know her so you will see my style of writing changing/improving with each chapter. I'm not going to change it (make all the chapters in my current style) to show how this girl helped me become better at developing a story. I did edit and proofread though. You'll see my writing getting better with practice and time. I've finished and written most of the whole story (95% done) and will update regularly.

First Day of School

The first day of school is always the toughest day. It's the fateful day you wonder if you're stuck with Marsha, the braces "Metal Mouth" that spits at your face with every single "P" word. Or it is the day you find out your teacher is the douche bag that emails you at 12 in the morning, informing the students that the twenty page report is due in two nights, not two weeks or even two days. Or it's the day you find out you're stuck in the classrooms with broken seats and windows. The first day is the hardest day on a student. But then there are worst days, the first day of school not on the actual first day of school.

Outside on the steps of Palmwoods High in the middle of October, stands a tall brunette with hazel eyes squinting due to the overcastting sun as he staring at his new school. He nervously scratches his heavy leather covered wrists, shifting on his thick black boots. Everything he's wearing is black, down to the black undershirt he dons with his onyx jacket. The only thing missing from his dark collection are his brown, silky locks and his tan tone face, both of which his parents forced him to keep clean. After being mistaken in the night for a nut job, he agreed to keep his naturally fine mocha hair and to stop using guy liner. But no matter if you move the boy away from his dark devotion, you can't move the dark devotion from him. He is and forever till an opposing force acts on him be James Diamond, a pained emotional wreck.

"This is James … Diamond." The professor introduces hesitatingly, thinking his surname doesn't match his appearance. "Umm…" He looks up and down James' body, trying to find a remote spot that is happy or even a different color than black.

"Professor." James taps his foot, getting the teacher to look back at him. "My seat?"

"Oh, oh yes. Logan, raise your hand." He points to the timid boy in the middle wearing a bright pastel blue vest and a white V neck underneath. "You may sit next to him on the right. He is our most brilliant student. You're not going to be any way as smart as him but here's hoping you can get something from being seated next to him."

James shakes his head before returning his glaze to the teacher. "Even though, you just called me stupid, I will pretend like I didn't hear that." James comments and walks down the rows of stunned students. It's as if they never heard a person talk back to a professor back.

"Hi, I'm-"

"Logan, the smart guy. I got that." James says, making the boy nervous.

"Well, I just want to welcome you to Palmwoods High and tell you that you're going to have a great time here learning and doing great things." Logan adds, passing a tiny yellow note to him.

"I'm not dating you." James says after reading the eight digits on the paper. "Just because I am new doesn't mean I am desperate for a geek to do my homework. I'm smarter than what the teacher thinks."

Logan looks frightened and stunned. "No, I am not-"

"No one dates him." The brown hair girl in front of James turns around with a smirk on her face. Logan creeps back in his seat. "He is the school's nerd, a shoo-in for Ivy and what nothing. But he is not a shoo-in for prom king or even second eligible boyfriend. No one wants him. So if you want to be cool, don't talk to him and BE cool, trust me. If you want friends, stay far away from the gay tool." She continues, pretending as if Logan doesn't exist.

James glares at the girl, stealing a peek at Logan, noticing a somber expression on his face. He folds the paper and stuffs it in his pocket instead of his original plan of tearing it. "Thanks for the tip and if I every need a tip for employment at a strip club too, I'll ask you for help on how to dress like a cheap, dollar hooker." James smirks, watching the shock girl turn around, facing the front.

"Thanks James." Logan whispers, blushing and shrinking into his seat.

James sighs, and shakes his head feeling more pity for the nerd than he does for himself. And to add to his insult of himself, he is actually smiling, something his last school stripped him of. "I figure you'll show me around and where to sit for lunch in case I rather not be with the popular losers and ugly jocks?" To this, Logan beams with more glee than he would with a new textbook.

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"This is where I normally eat." Logan takes a seat on the grass far from the football field. He pats a spot next to him for James to sit. Reluctantly, the somber brunette sits next to Logan, regretting that he stood up for Logan. He would have laughed it off but seeing Logan shrink away, trying to blend with the wooden chair reminded him of himself at his old school, how he started becoming depress; how he doesn't want anyone else to become this empty, depressing shell he is now.

"So, you eat on the dirty glass, hiding from the other people?" James takes a bite from his bland sandwich, waiting for an answer from the little boy.

"No one likes me." Logan confesses, dropping his peanut butter and jelly sandwich back into his batman lunchbox. "Everyone picks on me so I rather sit here where no one can find me."

James sighs for the hundredth time at his new companion, bumping shoulders. "I can find you now." James smiles at the boy, gaining a smile back. There is something pure about Logan that makes James thinks Logan reminds him of himself. If anything, Logan is who he was, a lonely kid kicked to the curb because he is different. At least James can be Logan's friend. That is something James wished he could've had in his old school. That would have made life easier. Maybe James wouldn't have to be so miserable and black all the time.

"Thanks James. You're the first real friend I have in a long time." Logan cries, jumping into James' strong arms.

"Get off of me, Logan." James pushes him off, giggling. "From the way you jump to your PB&J sandwich, batman lunchbox and nerdy sweater vest, you are a loser." James laughs. "But good thing I don't like winners." Logan joins James' laugh, a smile on both of their faces.

Suddenly, a whistle is blown and a team of athletes dashes out of the gate into the field. First the cheerleaders in super mini skirts literally fly out onto the field with loud booming voice, yelling "GO PALMWOODS COW!" and "WE DID NOT LOSE A COW!" James raises an eyebrow at the pathetic cheer; apparently the team is named after a milking animal. After the cheerleaders cartwheel to the side, the real players run to the field. Twenty, maybe thirty guys in heavy football gears holding onto their helmet rush to get into the sun lit field. But out of the many guys, one of them catches James' eyes, the blond football player wearing a large seven on his jersey. James' face brightens up, watching the golden player fly with each step he makes.

"Kendall Knight, the quarterback." Logan giggles, bumping his shoulder with James this time, noticing the lingering look. "He isn't a loser like us, James."

James wipes his scarlet cheeks, giving an awkward glare. "Good thing I am not a loser." The two of them laugh some more, finishing the rest of their lunch.

Logan goes to the library to return a couple of his textbooks, letting James explore the rest of the lunchroom, well explore where the students place their finished trays. The lunchroom, to much of James expectation, is exactly the same as his old school, right down to the smell of mystery meat and surprise soup. Down the rows, each table had a different niche. The one to his right is full of band geeks, the right are the vocal major as shown by the matching hoodies each one of them is wearing. Further down are the popular and hotties, where James could have sat if he took the brown hair girl's advice. He was once a popular boy, fit of the tan God title but after one relationship, one boyfriend, everything was swept from him. His happiness, his vibrant wardrobe, his everything. One relationship changed him and he can't go back to the pretty boy once was.

"Hey new guy!" James turns around, suddenly being pushed to the floor. He rubs his bruised hips, eyes focusing on the gang surrounding him. "You new ain't you?"

Already pissed at the tan short Latino, the leader's broken English makes the moment even more irritating to James. "And you ain't from this country ain't you?"

Not finding James amusing, the gang leader lunges foreword, swiftly punching James' stomach, causing the dark boy to double over. Gasping and falling to the ground, James scowls at the boys laughing front of him.

"That's what you get for thinking you're funny, pretty boy." He steps on James' black skinny jeans, smirking dominantly. "Name's Carlos. You better remember that pretty boy. I run this school and you better stay out of my way." He concludes, giving James a final kick on the shins.

Grunting in pain, James rolls up, watching the gang walking away as if nothing happened. The room goes silent, the faces of hundreds of students pinpointing on him. He fists his hands and storms out of the lunchroom, to the nearest empty room.

Slumping over a desk, James groans out his emotions as memories of his old life returns. Flashbacks of being picked on, falling for a jock, being friend's with the social suicide nerds and the blank stares fly back. No matter where he runs, the places he escapes to, his past catches back, taunting him with the slashes across his wrist as a constant reminder that he is a loser, an emo, an emotional wreck, and forever will be ...

James Diamond, a failure.

Sorry about the abrupt ending. Angst is still relatively new and hard to write. But I hope you and JOJO :) like the beginning.

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