Prom.

It's supposed to be one of the most magical nights of your high school life. For some people it is their entire world wrapped in one night. It is the moment they have been waiting for, and the clothes they wear, the date they bring and the amount of pictures they take at the dance depicts their whole future. I never could understand how one dance…one stupid idiotic dance can mean so much to them. There is a hell of a lot more important things to be worrying about. And for already 3 years I've had to deal with everyone talking about prom for a month and then a month after every year. And I knew this year would be no different. But something's were different. I was out of the closet for everyone to see and since everyone finding out, I was finally coming back to school. I wasn't embarrassed and I wasn't worried. I was a little curious as to who would say something to me, if anyone did. Also for once, in a very long time, I was happy and excited to go to school.

When I pulled up into the parking lot for some reason the first car I was searching for was James's. Ever since we broke into Eric's house and James told me his parents were divorcing and leaving him to fend for himself, and then him telling me he loved me…I just wanted to hug him all the time. I wasn't really happy with finding out Eric just let him drink himself to tears that night, but James seemed fine about it and promised he wasn't going to do any more extreme drinking. So when I in fact didn't see James's truck in the parking lot in the back with Carlos and Logan, I got a little worried and sad. I parked, right in the middle of both of them and got out fast holding my bag tight on my shoulder. Along with Carlos and Logan leaning on the trunk of Carlos's car were two very pretty girls, one I knew Logan has been crushing on for a really long time. I walked up to them slowly and smiled small at the girl by Carlos who spotted me first. "Hi Kendall!" She was about the same height as Carlos and had shoulder length blonde hair. I've seen her around before but not for a long time. She was probably new. I just smiled big at her and got right by Logan who smiled around at all of us.

"You're here early…what was your mom cooking bacon and it woke you up?" I laughed and shoved him lightly. He laughed quietly and swallowed hard looking at Camille, his biggest crush. "Uhm so listen…we have been talking about Prom…" I rolled my head back and groaned softly. "I know…you're not the biggest fan but were all going and we want you to come with us. We even have a date for you." I lifted my head fast and cocked an eyebrow down at him. "Now don't be mad but Camille actually already told her you would." I frowned fast and glanced to Camille who smiled big and reached out grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the school fast locking our fingers together.

"Camille…"

"She is one of my best friends and is a closeted lesbian." I looked down at her and watched her walk as we walked up the steps to the school. "Well not anymore. When you were outed on Friday she did a really brave thing and also came out and said if anyone had any problems with gay people she would get her very manly looking girlfriend to kick their asses and people have been pretty cool about it. In fact a bunch of people don't even care. The only ones who do of course are the asshole jocks."

"Camille…I'm a jock." I pulled the door open for her and she glared up at me smiling small. I heard the other three behind us talking and laughing to themselves, but when Camille walked in the building, I didn't wait for them. I followed after her fast and got right beside her. We were halfway down the hall when she stopped by the locker of none other than Jo Taylor. I felt my mouth drop open seeing her stuff a book in her bag.

"Here's your date." She turned to us and laughed loudly probably seeing my reaction.

"Hey …I think I remember seeing you in the closet ." I blushed slightly watching some people walk by us and smile at me. "Camille already bought our prom tickets so…" She closed her locker with her shoulder and leaned against it biting her bottom lip staring at me. I was elbowed in the ribs by Camille and sighed looking between them. I finally stopped on Jo and chuckled.

"Jo Taylor…would you like to go to prom with me on Saturday?"

"Of course my adorable friend. I am going dress shopping with Camille after school so if you want to come so we can pick a color or whatever…" I smiled small and nodded hearing the bell ring overhead.

"Yeah…but not because I'm gay and I like to shop. I actually hate shopping." She laughed reaching out and touching my arm before linking arms with Camille who I saw, for the first time, kiss Logan quickly on the lips. "I'll just meet you in the parking lot after school." She nodded smiling big and blew me a kiss. When they both turned talking at the same time, around a corner I turned fast to Logan who had Carlos standing behind him. Carlos nudged into Logan and grinned wide.

"See I told you he'd go with a lesbian. There's no way he'd go with James." I froze hearing his name and Logan turned quick hitting him in the stomach. "Uhm I mean…" I shook my head and turned quick heading for the stairs to get to my first class.

Unfortunately, I only had one class with James and I didn't know if he was here until then. We had history together and it was right before lunch, so all morning I was stuck wondering if he was here and what I would say to him about prom. We weren't dating so I didn't have to go with him, and I didn't have to have his approval. But I still felt weird. It was kind of fresh yet. At least our wounds were. I wasn't sure if not going to prom with him would be adding salt to his or not. But then I remembered he had sex with a club owner and let that same man out me in front of school. I actually felt fine with telling him I was going to prom with a beautiful girl.

I walked into history class by myself wishing Carlos and Logan were there if James was. But James wasn't there and the other two weren't either. In fact the only couple people already in class were the biggest dicks in school. One in particular, Stan Lawrence, the same one who got in a fight with James about equal marriage. And of course his buddies who were just as stupid as him. As soon as I stepped in the classroom all of them turned my way and I cursed my teacher for being in the class next door. I saw him as I walked passed. I gritted my teeth and made a fist with my left hand as I walked to the back of the room and sat in my usual seat. "Oh no guys…cover your dicks. He might want to suck it." They all laughed at his clever joke and I laughed along with them.

"Don't worry Stan…you're not my type. See because I am gay…I actually like guys with dicks bigger then there pinkies." Stan's smile fell and the room went quiet. I calmly stayed seated and pulled out my history book and my notebook and pen. I stared down at my book hoping they didn't get up and just as I dared to glance up in came James. I froze in my desk seeing him walk right down the aisle towards me. He didn't look like normal James. He looked like angry and pissed off James and I didn't like this James. All he did was stare at me and then aggressively sit in front of me putting his bag on the desk. What was weird about this was Logan always sat in front of me and what was even stranger was James didn't say one word to me.

"Hey Diamond…" James turned his head and looked at Stan still radiating anger. "Remember that fight we got in?" James breathed in hard and looked back to his desk. I stared at the back of his head and tried to think of anything that could be pissing him off. "You were just upset because one of your friends is gay and you felt betrayed that all those times in the showers he was probably staring at you right? Otherwise…you agree with me? Right?" I turned to Stan fast but again I wasn't fast enough. James jumped up from his desk and moved forward. When is aw him grab Stan's collar of his shirt and pulled him up, I got up and forcefully pulled him back. All I could think of to do was grab both of our things and make him go out of the classroom. We passed Mr. Smith who gave us a weird look but I shook my head and walked James down the hall all the way to the bathroom. I shoved him in, made sure no one was in it, and locked the door behind us.

"James…"

"I know we aren't together but do you have to shove it in my face?" He turned to me seething with rage and tossed his backpack on the floor. "I will get on my knees Kendall and I will beg you to take me back. I will do anything as long as you stop digging the knife deeper in my back!" I leaned back into the wall and looked at the ground. "I know it sounds awesome to go to prom with a lesbian because it's like rebellious or whatever but it's not fair. I love you and I want to be with you. You can't do this to me. I've suffered too long without you before we dated and then I got you. And now I'm back to suffering and I can't take it. Let me be the guy you were crazy about, again. Please Kendall…"

"Prove it." The bathroom went quiet but was interrupted by the bell overhead. I looked back up at him when it stopped ringing and put my hands in my front pockets. He looked confused and close to crying. It broke my heart but I still didn't feel secure enough to go back to him. "You'll do anything? Prove it. Tell anyone else besides our friends you're gay. Stop being so ashamed of it and admit it too me and everyone else here." He turned away from me and rubbed his hands over his face while he started to pace. "I'm sorry about your parents and I'm sorry I don't believe in you enough right now."

"Why are you doing this to us Kendall? I know what you want?"

"Oh you do? Why don't you tell me what I want then." He looked back at me and stopped walking. I raised my eyebrows and put my hands out shrugging. "What do I want James?" I felt my bag started to fall off my shoulder but I didn't try to stop it. When it hit the floor hard, my books making it louder than it had to be, James started walking towards me. I tensed up but didn't back down because he had to know I was serious. My seriousness was suddenly thrown out the window he pushed his body into mine and I smacked into the wall. I felt his hands on my hips and they squeezed hard. Next I felt his lips smash into mine and I closed my eyes fast. My body, being stupid and horny, gave in and I kissed him back. I actually did a little more than kiss not that he was complaining. My hands went to the back of his head and I tilted it so I could have better access when I shoved my tongue inside his mouth. When I felt his hips snap forward rubbing, causing a hot friction between our groans, I pulled away from the kiss and set my head on the wall moaning lowly. His hands moved back, moving at a snail's pace to my butt, where he squeezed kind of rough. I opened my eyes and tugged on his hair.

"Something like this?" I turned my head back to face him and felt a smile on my face. "You don't think I know everything about you already? You don't think I know how hard that was for you to be without me?"

"You're so full of yourself James."

"But it's one of the things you love about me." I laughed quietly and pushed my forehead into his. "I'm so sorry about everything. But I'm going to make up for it. I'm going to fix how hurt I made you. I'm going to change your mind back to how you originally thought of me, and come Saturday night, we'll be going to prom together." I smiled and nodded but then shook my head fast.

"I promised I'd take Jo." He sighed irritated in front of me an di lifted my head, pushing him back only an inch. "You can sweep me off my feet but our tickets are already purchased. Camille made sure of that."

"Fine…but I get to take you home." I laughed, a little louder now and wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him closer. "That's great about Logan and Camille though…he's been waiting for that since freshman year." I nodded and locked eyes with him. "Now we just need Carlos to ask the new girl to be his girlfriend." I snorted kissing onto James mouth and felt him squeeze my butt hard again but it really didn't faze me. He deepened and intensified the kiss making me get up on my tippy toes and cling onto him just a little tighter.

Even thought, every red flag was up in my head telling me danger, and don't do it, I didn't listen. I was so happy to be "back" with him I didn't care about my guard or my pride. I just cared about what would happen prom night, because I knew he has already done…"it". But I haven't and I can't imagine a more perfect person then James Diamond to do…"it" with.

A/N

SORRY. THIS WAS WAY OVER DUE.