A/N: Well, I'm in such a bad mood due to my horrible love life and crap and yah. Rejection sucks. But I did get my first kiss! XD That was really the only up part of that night, lol. So, yep. Bad mood? Check. Gorging myself in sweets? Check. Writing Fanfiction? CHECK! I've started going to band camp and will probably have like NO time for updates, which sucks. And then high school's gonna be starting and everything will be so hectic. Oh well. I hope I can get through it! XD and a MAJOR shout out to BaronofDenmark, who made me a story just to make me happy. I LOVE YOU! Anyways, I'm gonna let you guys read now.

Chapter Eleven:

It's been about three days since I got out of this place's little 'infirmary'.

I've been hanging around Carlos still, and Logan's been sticking with James.

It's like they're not dating, even though they are.

Funny thing, though, is that there has been talk of Logan moving to Level One.

Which is great and all, you know, for him. But it makes it worse on me.

He and I will have to switch rooms so I'll be with a fellow Level Two and he'll be with a fellow Level One.

I can't have that.

I can NOT room with James.

Just…no.

Can't happen.

It means contact.

I don't know if I can handle anymore James Diamond contact since the last incident.

Luckily the voice hasn't bothered me at all. Sure, it's given me a few math answers, but that may very well be the good voice in my head. It's hard to decipher which one is talking.

I walked into the cafeteria and got my food before heading over to my usual table.

Dak and Camille had finally admitted to each other their feelings and kissed. It was about time, you know? Jett and Jo haven't really made any progress, though. Jett continues to talk to himself. Jo just sits there and picks at her food.

I think she's becoming anorexic. Or depressed again. I can't really tell. I might consult Logan on that one.

And yes. I can use big words.

English is my thing, you know?

I sat down at our table, shooting a sad smile towards Jo. She looked at Jett before rolling her eyes and sending me a smile back.

God, I wanted to slap some sense into that boy.

Hmm. No wonder I'm a Level Two.

Thing is, though, is that I'm the only Level Two at this table now.

Great.

Carlos bounded up to his usual seat beside me, plopping down and slapping his hands on the table. "Guess what!" He breathed out, smiling like an idiot.

"What?" Jo asked, resting her chin on her hand.

"Logan's officially a Level One!"

No.

Damn it.

You couldn't have another break down, Logie?

"That's great." I mumbled, pushing my food around.

Because, well, knowing for sure that you're going to room with the person who infuriates you the most kind of makes your appetite disappear and your mood tends to plummet.

Just a weensy bit.

"Thanks for all the enthusiasm, Kendall." Carlos said, smacking my shoulder.

"You're welcome, Carlitos."

He blushed and looked down.

Camille decided to but in. "Uh…so you guys going steady yet?"

Carlos blush, if possible, turned redder. "Uh…not yet…"

"Come on!" Dak smiled, joining in as well. "You should ask him to be your boyfriend."

"Yeah! You two are positively adorable!" Jo grinned. Luckily, the conversation seemed to have brought her out of her slum.

"But…I can't!" Carlos whined, pouting.

"Well, I suggest you do, since we're going to be sharing a room." A voice whispered suddenly in Carlos' ear.

I turned to find Logan holding a sheet of paper and smiling.

"Logan!" Carlos exclaimed, standing up and hugging the pale boy.

"We're going to share a room!" Logan smiled. The grin dropped suddenly as he turned to where I was still sitting. "It's against rules here to be sharing a room with someone not in your Level. I don't know why, it just is. So..." he trailed off before kneeling down and whispering softly, "take care of James for me, ok?"

I nodded. "I will. Feel free to check up any time."

He smiled softly. "Want to move our stuff after dinner?"

I sighed. "Sure."

"Hey. This is your chance to get close to him, alright? Take it or take it."

I rolled my eyes. "I guess I'll take it."

He smiled. "Good answer." He turned to Carlos. "And yes."

Carlos looked at him strangely. "What?"

"I'll be your boyfriend." Logan smirked before walking off in the direction of another table.

Carlos turned around, looking at me before breaking out into a ridiculous happy dance. "I got him! I got him!" he chanted, smiling at seeing the corners of my mouth turn up.

"You were bound to, Carlos. Just…be safe, ok? They sell condoms here, I think."

Carlos scowled and smacked my arm roughly, but a blush was painted across his face. "We're taking it slow!"

I rolled my eyes and replied, "Sure you are."

He scrunched up his nose, trying to hide his smile, but I caught it as he turned away. "I see that smile, Carlos!"

He turned back and scowled before breaking into a grin. "One of the things I sometimes hate about myself…I can never hold a grudge for longer than five minutes."

"That's a good thing, Carlos. It means you're quite easy to work with when it comes to arguments. Less fighting. Or…more fighting that just gets resolved quicker. Either one." I sighed. "It's a gift. Enjoy it. And sorry I rambled."

It was his turn to roll his eyes. "You're a natural born leader and speech maker, Kendall. It's a gift. Enjoy it. Or else the voices will get you." Carlos laughed, seeing as I made a face.

"Using my words against me, eh? Well, we'll have to see what comes of that!"

He gave me a look.

God, he's dense.

I quickly poked his rib cage, laughing in delight as he shot out of his seat. "Kendall!" he screeched, standing up and holding his side.

"I'm gonna getcha, chop, chop, chop!" (1) I chanted, standing up menacingly.

He squealed and started running, only to have me following him.

I ended up losing him somewhere in the library, so I decided to head to my dorm and start packing.

Better do it now rather than procrastinate, my mother always said. Seems so long ago, though. Still, it was good advice.

Once I had all my things packed into my suitcase again and the bed was made and everything was orderly, I left my suitcase by the door and exited.

I really didn't have any homework, since I had finished it all in French today. Not listening to anything and doing homework really does work. And then copying off of Camille works even more.

Until she catches you and slaps you.

But it's totally worth it, considering now I have no homework.

The problem is now I have nothing to do.

Except inconspicuously run into James and talk with him.

That would occupy a lot of time.

Or I could go scout out for Logan and Carlos.

But I'd rather not.

I walked down the corridor towards James' dorm, knocking lightly. I heard a light "come in" and opened the door, smiling at seeing James laying face down on his bed.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked lightly, smiling.

He growled and raised his head to glare at me before letting it fall back onto his pillow. "I'm sharing the dorm with you now," he grumbled. But due to the pillow, it came out as "Mm cheering ma derm wit you no."

I laughed and sat on Logan's clean bed, noticing everything all packed up already. "I guess someone's happy about that."

James raised his head, shooting me another glare. I swear, if looks could kill, James would have murdered me about one million times by now.

"Logan already packed, huh?"

James nodded into his pillow.

"Do you think he would mind if I moved his suitcase to Carlos' room and I moved mine into here?"

James shook his head.

I nodded and stood up, taking a hold of Logan's suitcase and wheeling it down the corridor to my old dorm. I left it by my old bed and took my suitcase wheeling it (more like dragging it. I was, indeed, headed for my doom) back to my new dorm.

I sighed as I set it down, looking back over at James. "You just are going to lay there?"

I heard a growl.

I'll take it as a yes.

I turned back to my suitcase and started unpacking my things, frowning at an old picture of me and my family.

My mother, my father, Katie, and I. It was Christmas day, my mom was smiling on the couch, Katie was holding a fuzzy blanket close to her, my dad was on the side and smiling (just had run from behind the camera), and I was grinning and holding my new hockey stick.

Those are the days that I really miss. The days where I was naïve and oblivious to all the bad and wrong things in the world.

It isn't like that anymore.

I don't really know what happened after that, but soon I found myself in James' arms.

"Shh. It's ok. It's the past now." He whispered into my hair.

I guess I had started to cry, and I soon found myself sobbing into James' shoulder.

I swear to God this kid is bipolar.

One minute growling like an animal, the next hugging me.

I soon as I calmed down, I felt him let go and walk to the door. "I'm going to dinner. Want to come?"

I looked up at him and slowly shook my head. "I still need to unpack."

"Come on. If you don't want to sit with me, you can sit with your group. I don't care."

See, Kendall? James doesn't care, so why should other people care?

Bad choice of words, James.

I felt myself stand up. "Of course you don't care! Let me guess. This whole comforting was just an act! So let me tell you this: stop putting up this little act because I know deep down you hate me. And if you were hoping to get me hurt in the process, keep doing what you're doing because it's working quite well!"

He looked down. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry doesn't cut it, James. You should have learned that years ago when your father left you."

That was stupid to say.

I shouldn't have said that.

James looks like he could murder me.

"Don't you dare bring my father into this."

I took a step closer to him. "Why not? It's the truth."

He took a step closer so we only had inches between us. "Your own father must be proud of you."

"Don't bring him into this. He was and is nothing to me." I growled.

"Sure he is. That's totally why you got so angry at the fact." His eyes glowered. "You're just like him, I bet. A stupid asshole."

That did it.

I slapped him hard across the face.

He stepped back from the force, gingerly touching his cheek. He winced when he applied pressure before looking back at me.

"Fucker," he muttered before turning around and slamming the door.

I threw myself on the bed and buried my head into the pillow, feeling the urge to cry.

James can even see the truth about you, Kendall. He knows the real you now and will never love you.

I don't love him.

Whatever gets you to sleep at night.

Go die.

I can if you find a blade and kill yourself.

Which reminds me…I should really search through James' stuff for a blade.

Or anything sharp, really.

I push myself off the bed and trudge over to my open and almost empty suitcase. I put away the rest of my things before looking at James' side.

He seemed to be one of those neat freaks.

I mean, who keeps their room that organized?

I heard his phone go off, and I looked at the door. I opened it and looked up and down the hall before declaring silently that the coast was clear.

I walked back inside the dorm and towards his desk, where his phone was.

It seemed pretty cool. Touch screen with a flip open key board.

I picked it up, and looked at the new text message from Logan. Wont be at din. Out w/ C.

I frowned. Wow. They actually were pretty close, James and Logan.

I heard a bang come from our neighboring room, and I dropped the phone as I jumped.

When I looked back at it, I saw the battery had fallen out.

I reached to put it back together when I saw another glint.

A blade.

I was right.

He was still cutting.

That…that…James.

I quickly reattached the battery, but kept a hold of the blade.

James was not getting this any time soon.

Where to hide it, though?

I could put it behind the picture in that picture frame of my family.

Or I could get rid of it.

I say get rid of it. So I won't have the urge to cut and James can stop.

But where?

Logan always works.

But he's out with Carlos.

Or maybe I could just…

Flush it.

I snuck out of the room and headed toward the bathrooms, where I entered one of the stalls.

I threw the metal piece in and flushed it down.

I was not letting James cut again.

It was just not going to happen.

No matter how much he infuriated me.

A/N: Didn't really know where to end it…so sorry about that. But I know this chapter probably seemed weird. (it did to me, anyway) So…sorry, again. But I hoped you liked it! It was fun to write.

Sorry it got out so late, though. Marching Band camp is SO hard. Ugh. My ankles feel weird and my feet KILL. I can't even walk. LOL, but still I scream GO AIR ACADEMY! Yep. WOOO! LOL small school, AWESOME marching band! XD

Ok. Enough of that. I hoped you liked this! Leave a review for me?