Hey guys, its me with my brand new, just out of the oven, story. As soon as I got done with Kendall's I started thinking of this one and thanks to the help of winterschild11, I got started on this. But I would like to request something from all of you who are reading this. I know you don't know me and might not care, but I just found out that my school has lost another student this year to a gun shot wound. I wasn't able to know him, but my boyfriend was friends with the dude, as many other students where. I just ask that you pray for his family and friends as they morn for the lost of another kid.

Thank you so much.

~Lindsay

James, Carlos, and Kendall where relaxing on their orange couch, their attention caught up in the hockey game on the tv. Minnesota Wild verses the Carolina Hurricanes. The Wild was only two points behind, but both teams were equally matched. Tension on the ice could be felt in the apartment living room.

"Come on, come on, come on," The tall blond chanted under his breath. Out of the three boys, he was the only one who took this game serious. Sure, all the boys of Big Time Rush loved hockey, but Kendall was the only one who breath, eat, and sleep hockey. There was only five seconds left in the game. Four, the Minnesota Wild went for the puck and had it half-way down the ice. Three, the Hurricanes flew after the Wilds. Two, a Wild pulled back his arm, sending the puck flying into the goal.

Screams of joy erupted from behind the 2J door as two new girls walked by with their suitcases. The red head and her taller, brunette friend exchanged glances and rolled their eyes when they could hear a male scream, "That's what I'm talking about!"

"Sounds like the yoke won a bet," the redhead giggled. Her irish accent thick in her voice. She looked from the door and found their room right beside it. A grown of desperation found its way from her lips. "That fat bastard."

Her friend giggled at the display her friend was showing as she pulled out the key Mr. Bitters gave them at the desk. "Oh Mori, your temper is starting to match your hair again." Mori scoffed, snatching the key about to unlock the door when they hear someone else yelling down the hall. The angry kind.

"Moon, what did we get ourselves into?"

Down in 4J, Camille and Logan were at it for about the tenth time this month. Their on/off relationship was now ignored by their friends. Most of them weren't for sure if the chaotic pair were good for ether one, but no one stepped in to change anything. And no one was stepping in this time ether.

"I'm SORRY!" the raven haired boy yelled again. "What more do you want from me?" His brown eye's never leaving the girl on the other side of the room. Camille was passing back and forth, her brown tear stained eyes never leaving the invisible path she was walking. Logan sighed and looked down, trying to hold back his tears.

He didn't mean to start a fight with her. They where just playing video games and he thought for sure she rigged it. He just kept losing to her and it hurt his pride. And he though she understood what a hurt pride felt like. But their playful words quickly turn painful and the fight erupted. And no hope of a simple sorry to cover it.

"Leave."

He looked up at her trying to understand her command. He had an idea what she meant, but she could have easily meant for him to go cool off. "What do you mean?" His voice cracked from tears and uneasiness.

Camille finally looked up at him with anger in her eyes. "You know perfectly what I mean. If we fight so much, how are we suppose to.." She closed her eyes, trying to hold back the tears and pain, but she had to do this. "We need to break up."

Logan slammed the 2J door, scaring his friends from their celebration of corn dogs and pudding. Before Kendall could ask what was wrong, the shorter boy fled to the room they shared and locked the door before falling face down on his bed. On the other side he could hear his friends muttering, but he didn't care anymore.

The next morning, all of the under-aged inspired actors, models, and singers grabbed their book bags and paper sacks full of lunch goodies. Palms Woods school was open. Students filled in and sat down in the cramped room, their chattering filled the room with a roar. But all of this went by un-noticed by the future doctor of Big Time Rush. His sad brown eyes saw only one person.

Camille.

James looked to his friend and rolled his eyes. How could Logan be so caught up in one girl, he thought to himself. James was, he self-proclaimed, the girl expert since he was the only one out of all four friends that could get a girl. He also had a record for being the one to break it off once things started going south.

But that was because he wanted to share all of his sexiness to every girl in the world.

Right?

Suddenly all talk in the room stopped as two new girls walked in. The first girl was a kind James had already seen in LA more times than he could count. She was on the tallish side, long brown curls, and silky tan skin. Just like a model. It was the other girl who attracted James the most. His eyes where glued to the shorter girl. Her hair was a flaming red messy pixie cut, snow white skin that seemed delicate to the touch, and emerald green eyes that made his breath catch. Especially since they stared right back into his hazel ones.

Miss Collins smiled at the girls to come to the front of the class room. "Class," the blond woman's voice rang out. "These are the new students I mentioned yesterday. Girls, how about you introduced yourselves?"

"My name is Moon Avasthi," the taller girl said.

"And I'm Maureen Cavanaugh," the red head whispered, but no one could miss her accent. "But you can call me Mori." Her green orbs landed on James with a smirk that sent his heart haywire.

The teacher was about to turn back to class work when James had an idea. "Oh Miss Collins?"

Collins turned around, confused about what the boy could want now. "Yes, uh, James?"

He had her. The pretty boy put on his sweetest smile, showing off all of his pearly whites, batting his perfect eyes and trying his best (as any 17-year-old) to look cute enough to the teacher so she just couldn't say no. "Why don't we ask these lovely ladies some questions? I mean," his eyes flickered to the little irish girl. "It will be a culture lesson, wouldn't it?"

Mori's smiling face turned into a frown. When she walked into the class and her eyes fell on the mystery boy, she had felt her heart skip a beat or two, but after his little act she saw right threw him. There was nothing to this boy, but a pretty face. "What a gowl*," she whispered loud enough just for Moon to hear her.

The poor teacher just stood confused, weighing the pros and cons of the boy's request. "I-I don't see why not. But only a few questions each. Moon will go first."

Tyler pipped up first. "Why are you named Moon?"

"Because my real name was Jean and my nickname was Moon, but since I turned 18 and that's the only name I've been called, I changed it." Moon smirked with pride at her age and power.

"Do you happen to play poker?" Kendall's sister, Katie asked out of boredom. She was tired of always beating the Palms Wood staff everyday at three. Katie was begging for fresh meat.

The older girls exchanged eyebrow wiggles and scoffed. "No, but Mori is learning." Mori smirked at this information her friend planted. Not only was Mori learning, but she whipped butt back in Ireland.

As Moon answered her questions, James tried to think of something to ask Mori. He could ask her small things like everyone else was, but that wasn't his style. James was a Diamond. That meant that he would ask his question the only way he knew how. The Diamond way.

When Moon's turn in the spotlight was over people turned to Mori and the questions began. They asked her normal things like where she was from, her favorite color, what kind of music she liked. Carlos even got in the act by asking her if she thought unicorns barfed rainbows or farted them. Of course she said they pissed rainbows. Then James finally deemed that it was time to ask.

"I couldn't help but noticed how you seemed to be the perfect girl to stand at my side, so I was wondering if we could combine our beautiful features and go out on a date this Saturday?" Everyone around him rolled their eyes. They've all seen this trick before. Some girls even fell for it. But because James was James, no one thought anything ageist it. Mori would say yes, they will date for about a week or until James got bored. It was a cycle of life.

One that was about to be broken.

"No."

Shock filled the room. No one ever said no to a Diamond, much less James Diamond.

Right?

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