First of all I'm extremely sorry for taking this long to update. I can give thousands of excuses but it won't make up to what I did. So once again I'm so sorry. Secondly I'd like to thank WeirdbutUnique, BTRisawesome22, Dylan-Leon, 1234irrek for their support. :)

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Chapter 2

Kendall's POV

"Kendork?" said James, his voice full of surprise.

I slowly raised my head to see all the players looking at me, some with wide eyes. My panicking increased, if that was even possible. Right now I have two options. The first is to get out of here as soon as possible and run without looking back. The second is to face them and get that beating I'm so sure that James was planning to serve me with. The first option sounded so good but that was not me. I was never a coward. That was another reason I got into so much fights. And that was the reason I took in that news so well even surprising my parents. So I guess that leaves me with the second option.

I brought myself back on my feet and dusted off my clothes. I put my phone into the pocket of my trouser and hanged my backpack on my left shoulder. I climbed down the remaining stairs into the playing area and cleared my throat.

"Hey guys, that was a great match." I managed to keep myself from stuttering, feeling absolutely proud of myself.

"What are you doing here?" demanded James. He skated to the edge of the rink and the others followed him.

I remained silent. I needed a good reason, a better explanation for why I was here. I needed to think something fast and something believable too.

"Are you deaf or something?" This time it was one of his minions.

"He is here cause I asked him to come," said a voice from behind the crowd.

Everybody turned to look at the small Latino with a confused look and me with a questioning look. He looked at me and gave a small nod as if to say to play along. Carlos was a high spirited, good hearted person. The whole school adored him, although he hung out with those jerks. That was where he lost me. I never understood why he hung out with them, when he was nothing like them.

"Yeah, he asked me to come." I played along. I looked at Carlos and he gave me an encouraging smile.

"For what?" James growled. This time the question was directed towards Carlos.

"Recently my mother and his mother have become good friends. Mom gave me a package to give him for his mother," said Carlos coolly. Looks like he was a natural at this.

"You could have given it at school," said James. It was more of a statement than a question. Anyway Carlos answered him.

"I was meaning to, but I didn't get a hold of him as I was busy the whole day with that project."

"Then how did you told him to come?" Is he thinking he's in the FBI or something to question like this?

"I texted him," To be honest I was impressed. He lied smoothly.

James narrowed his eyes as if he didn't believe anything Carlos just said. He glanced back and forth at us for a few times before calling the rest of the players and sliding to the middle of the rink. After they went beyond the hearing distance, Carlos gave me a small jerk with his head as if to say to follow him and started to walk towards the lockers.

Although I followed him, my eyes were on James. He was looking at us like a hawk, like he didn't believe anything that happened.

Carlos stopped near his locker, opened it and took a small parcel out of it. I shot him a questioning look when he held it out for me.

He chuckled a little and said, "What I told out there wasn't a complete lie. My mom gave this. Give this to your mom. You are lucky that I couldn't give this to you at school."

"But you didn't ask me to come here," I deadpanned.

"Is that how you thank me?" He smirked.

"Thanks," I smiled. I took the parcel from him and shoved it into my backpack.

"It was nothing. James sometimes crosses the line. So don't mind it." Sometimes?! Always!

"I need your number. You know just in case." He took his phone from the locker and held it out to me. I took it and entered my number. When I returned it, he put it inside his locker and shut it.

"So I guess I'll see you around?"

"Sure," I smiled. It was true that we didn't have any classes together, but I can meet him during lunch and study hall.

"One more thing, make sure that your phone is on silent next time." He smirked again before disappearing into the ice. Next time? What was he talking about? Does he know?

I gasped and stared with my mouth hanging open at the Latino who was skating towards the other players. No. That's not possible. Of course he doesn't know. What was I thinking?

I shook my head a little as if to shake out those confusing thoughts and made my way to the door to go home.

James' POV

I stared at them as they made their way towards the lockers. I can't believe he was here, the only place I was at peace. Didn't he know that only the players can get access to the rink? But then again Carlos said he asked him to come. Although what he said made perfectly sense, he couldn't convince me. It was true that Carlos had been busy the whole day with that stupid project of his, he didn't even have time to hang out with me. But something fishy was going on here.

What confused me the most was that Carlos actually gave him a parcel. So that means he didn't lie. But how did he get his number to send him a text? They never hung out before. I don't think they even talked before today.

I glared at Kendall's back as he walked out of the rink. Carlos skated near me and whispered into my ear so as the others won't hear.

"Give the guy a break." I glared at him but his response was a wide grin. Typical Carlos. He was always cheerful. That was one of the reasons everyone loved him. He was too good to be true.

"That's it for today. You can go," I said and dismissed the team. I wasn't in a mood to practice anymore.

All, including Carlos, went to change. I skated towards the bench where my duffle bag was and sat down. I removed my skates and packed them into the bag. I took out my water bottle and emptied its contents into my mouth.

My head was still in what happened earlier. Something was not right. I need to find out what it was. Then an idea struck me. I tilted my head a little to look at the locker room. I didn't see Carlos anywhere. That meant he must be in the shower. I got up and went to his locker. I knew Carlos was hiding something. Until now we have never kept a secret from each other. So I knew his password. I opened his locker and fished out his mobile. I unlocked it too and searched his contacts for a certain blonde idiot. Surprisingly his number was there. Then I checked his inbox, but there wasn't a message like what Carlos said. Or at least any kind of a message to Kendork. I put his phone back and went to my earlier place at the bench cause there wasn't a free shower.

I needed a way to take revenge from that asshole. I never thought such a loser would have this much effect on me. He always brought out the worst in me.

Kendall's POV

I walked home from the rink thinking about random stuff. But what Carlos said kept popping into my head although I tried my best to not to think too much about it.

When I was at the door, I took out my key and opened it. Mom has given both me and Katie a key each so that if one of us gets home earlier we didn't have to wait till mom gets home. My key wasn't actually of any use cause I always came home after mom got home as I went to the rink after school.

Just as I opened the door, a pleasant smell filled my nostrils. My stomach growled as a response to it.

"Mom, I'm home," I called out climbing the stairs. I heard the TV in the living room, so that meant Katie was home too.

I walked to my bedroom and dropped the back pack on my bed. I carefully removed the bandage from my hand before throwing it in the trash. I stripped out of my clothes and went to the bathroom. I switched on the shower and placed myself under it. I was glad when the hot water hit my body. It meant Katie hadn't finished it all. Normally hot water did miracles to me. It had the power to take out all my tiredness and replace it with freshness. Stepping out of the shower, I dried myself and got into my pajama.

I went downstairs and peeked into the kitchen. Mom was still cooking so I went to join Katie. I sat next to her. She was watching some reruns of The Good Wife.

"How was your day?" I asked ruffling her hair. She slapped my hand away, only to have her eyes widened seconds later when I flinched. She took my hand and inspected it.

"What happened?" She demanded. She sounded so bossy sometimes and this was one of those times.

I didn't say anything. She knew too much about my private life and that was enough to last a lifetime.

Her eyes widened again as realization hit her.

"Oh my god! You finally hit James!" She's too bright for an eleven year old.

I nodded. Remembering that moment brought a smile to my lips. She tackled me and engulfed me in a bear hug saying, "I'm so proud of you big brother."

Mom cleared her throat to get our attention from the doorway before saying, "Dinner's ready." Mom knew enough to not to pry into our personal lives. That was one thing I loved about her.

We followed her to the kitchen and took our usual seats. We said our grace and started eating. Immediately mom's eyes went to my hand. She didn't question anything, but she let out a loud sigh and that was enough to pass the message.

Throughout the dinner we talked about each others' day. Mom told us about her meeting with Mrs. Garcia which apparently she forgot to tell us yesterday. When my turn came, I explained about my boring day, carefully leaving out the James incident and the fall in the rink.

It was Katie's turn to do the dishes. Normally we helped each other on our turns but today she shooed me away saying it wasn't good for my hand. So I went to my room and trashed the contents in my backpack on to the table thinking whether I had any homework. There were some sums and I managed to finish it quickly. I was never a bright student, so I kept the difficult ones to ask from Logan tomorrow. That reminded me that I didn't inform Logan about what happened at the rink. So I took my phone and texted him the whole incident only to get an 'I told you so' and an angry emoticon.

I brushed my teeth and was about to go to bed when mom appeared near the door with the first aid box in her hands. She came in and sat down on my bed gesturing me to sit next to her. I obeyed her. She applied some medicine and bandaged my hand just like Logan did.

"Good night honey," She said kissing my forehead.

"Wait," I got up from the bed and grabbed the parcel Carlos gave me from my desk. While giving it to mom I said, "Carlos gave this."

Her eyes brightened as she took it. "Thank you, honey."

"Good night mom." I gave her a kiss on the cheek and she was out of the room before I knew it. So she was that excited to receive that parcel. I started to wonder what could be in it, but quickly shook my thoughts away as it wasn't any of my business.

I went to bed and sleep came faster than I thought it would.

Suddenly I was woken up. I felt uncomfortable which was what had woken me up. But I couldn't quite put my finger on what made me uncomfortable. I had sweated a lot. All my hair was sticking together. My palms were sweaty as well and even my pajama was soaked with sweat. What surprised me was why I was sweating this much considering tonight wasn't even a hot night.

I turned my head right to look at the alarm clock that was on the bedside table. It showed time as quarter past two in the morning. I sighed and was about to lie down again when the insides of my stomach turned and I felt my dinner coming up my throat. I rushed to the washroom banging the door open. I emptied the dinner into the commode. I sat on the floor next to the commode and took a few deep breaths to steady my breathing. I was about to get up when the urge of throwing up hit me again.

After throwing up a total of three times, I was so positive that there was nothing left in my stomach to let out. So I got up and went to the wash basin to rinse my mouth. I opened the tap and placed my hands under it to collect some water. I saw that I had collected not only water but some dark red liquid as well. I stared at it shocked when two dark red drops fell onto my hand. I quickly released the water I collected and grabbed the wash basin to steady myself which only resulted in more drops falling on to it.