Hello once again!, alright so be prepared because from this chapter onward, we are on a roller coaster! this one's a bit short compared to the other two, but something don't need to be five years long. This chapter just needed to happen. Next one will be uber long, promise.

Chapter 2

After lunch, which he spent insulting Jett, hitting on Lucy, dodging Mercedes' hungry looks, and eating very little, James trudged through the hallways looking for his friend. He had the rough sketch in his possession, laying neatly folded in his back pack. The after lunch crowd was a rowdy one, the girls seemed to gain a confidence boost after a hearty meal, and they flocked to James Diamond like flies on a lantern. He forced a smile and tried his best to remain polite, but it was getting hard. He needed to find Carlos.

"Ladies if you could just excuse me for a second, I have to find my friend". They all batted their eyelashes and puckered their wet, full lips. This had no affect as James pushed his way out of the ambush. He sprint down the other hallway finding he shorter half messing around with his locker begrudgingly. From the look on his face things didn't go well. He sauntered up casually, leaning on the locker next to his friend's.

"How'd it go?"

Carlos stuck his lip out in a deep, childish pout.

"Bad."

"Suspension bad?"

"After school detention PLUS I have to aid Gustavo with this project working on." James visibly winced

"Yikes…kiddy porn?"

"Probably."

"So if your mom calls me you're where?"

" I have to stay here and get tutoring for math."

"Cool." James said.

"Cool." Carlos answered. He rubbed his tired eyes and slammed his locker shut.

"So you still going surfing", Carlos asked.

"You know I am bro, the waves are suppose to be killer, and I didn't punch Jett in the face", James joked. Carlos glared icily at the brunet.

"He's a dick and you know it, the dude had it coming", Carlos responded and James had to agree. He is, no one actually liked Jett. He was a snobby, stupid, mole rat.

"He did", James agreed as he gripped the fragile piece of paper from his back pack. He handed the sketch back to Carlos without a word, and he accepted it.

"Thanks for being such a good friend", Carlos murmured, clutching the artwork to his chest. James enveloped him in his strong arms and rested his chin atop of his dark locks.

"That's what I'm here for", he said softly. They stayed like this for several moments before the minute bell rang. They both scurried to their science class, barely making it to their seats in time. The rest of the day was relatively uneventful. Jett walked around with an ice pack to his jaw, and everyone sniggered when he strutted by. The day ended with the 3 o'clock bell and all the students evacuated the institution as fast as they could. Well everybody but Carlos and a few club members. James waved at the distraught Latino before he head out to his glimmering sports car. Oh days like this is what James Diamond lived for. Lazy afternoons after a stressful heart attack inducing eight hours. Other students passed James by and waved, James returned the greetings and got into his car.

Being one of the most beloved students was hard. James found himself surrounded by people he didn't know all the time, but they sure knew him. His name, his birthday, his favorite food, his favorite color. It was an invasion of privacy and James didn't feed off it like everyone seemed to think he did. He liked attention sure, he deserved attention, but he wasn't desperate for it, and sometimes the things he did he'd rather keep between himself, that girl, and God. The tan god put his keys into the ignition and sped away from the school as fast as his car could, which by the way, was over 140 miles per hour. He turned the radio on and started singing along softly, his lovely voice getting lost in the traffic.

The more I think

The less I feel

When I'm able to walk

I'm the king of my World

And I let it rain

On my skin

I won't let myself fall, I won't let myself fall

James thought he had a pretty good voice and everybody who got the chance to hear him concurred. They said the usual things. "James your voice is beautiful", "James you have quite the vocals", "James you're going to be famous one day". The last one struck a cord. That's all he's ever wanted, all he's ever yearned for.

The wind hit his face and blew his perfectly groomed hair back. He let go of everything as he made his way to his beach. The hatred he felt towards his dad, in the wind. His frustration with the school year thus far, forget about it. The worry that gnawed at him every time Carlos acted out, so long. He let the sun melt it all away as the familiar scent of salt and tranquility reached him. He was so close. The street was empty now, he was out of heavy traffic and almost at his mother's private beach. When he arrived he quickly stepped out of his car and set out for the water. Everything was gorgeous, and James was astonished at how the sun made the ocean and the sand and the trees look like magic. Like he was Peter Pan in his own little Never Land.

His surfboard laid carelessly on the small wooden shack he changed in, it was practically singing his name. James ran toward it while shedding his clothes in the process. He lifted his shirt off his perfectly sculpted body and swung off his tennis shoes. All that was left was his pants and he quickly discarded those after he entered his shack. He stepped into his swimsuit quickly and walked out of the tiny room. For a second, he just stared, awed by the sea and everything that she had to offer him. He snapped out of his daze and grabbed his surfboard and started for the shore. He'd been waiting so long for this and as soon as his toes met the lukewarm water he knew the wait had been worth it. He threw his surfboard down and fell onto it as he made his way farther out.

The radio had been right this morning, these waves were killer and he was so going to own them. He gracefully took every wave in stride, like he'd been doing this his whole life. Truth be told he has. He respected every wave that he rode more than any girl that's rode him. That's love. He's spent hours on his beach doing just what he's doing now, and James thinks to himself 'this is all I could ever need'. James grinned like a madman as a particularly big one approached. He was going to meet this beast halfway. He started swimming hard directly at it, he jumped up with confidence and prepared to ride it out.

He started out steady, good, he was gaining the momentum needed to make it out of this wave. He looked up at the monster creating that was creating this huge shadow over him and opened his mouth to curse. He didn't get the chance. The wave crashed down on him. Hard. James found himself being thrown around underneath the oceans surface as he tried to come up for air. He gasped and got a mouthful of salt water. He coughed and got a mouthful of saltwater. He struggled against the current but he was fighting a losing battle. He could feel himself getting weak , but he wouldn't stop swimming. He tried desperately with all his might to reach the top, but it was proving to be one heck of a challenge. Panic mode. James swished right and left flailing about, he couldn't die, not now. Than everything stopped. James stopped struggling and his eyes opened wide as he faced a man. A man with fierce green eyes that looked back at him in utter awe. The man was beautiful, a slender face with a set of dark eyebrows and a strong jaw line. His lips shone pink like the sweetest pearl and sandy blond hair sprouted from his head, flowing like some sort of halo. James thought he must be in Heaven. This man was an angel. Cautiously the man grabbed at James' sides, just above his hips. James was losing oxygen fast and the man could see that. He drug James' down by the hips and than thrusted him upward with all he had, shooting James up to break the surface. As he did, he sputtered, forcing air into his lungs as best he could. His surfboard was a few inches away just floating without a care. James clung to it for dear life as he slowly kicked his way back to the sandy shore. The entire journey he felt his sides stinging, a constant throb that made James stop countless times. As soon as he got to shallow water he just laid. Tired and strained and happy to be alive. The sun was setting now, and he looked at this sun burning in the west and he found himself smiling. He muttered nonsense to himself as he slowly pulled his way onto the sand. His side throbbed once more and he finally cared to look down.

James was horrified. His mouth hung open and he let out a small whimper. On the sides of his abdomen, sat two wounds, blood slowly leaking from them. They glared at him in the shape of two handprints.

"No. Fucking. Way".