AN: This chapter features a point of view switch as it was stated in reviews that readers wished to know more about the mysterious boy, special thanks to Gleechild for their review hope this satisfies your curiosity. Enjoy and thanks for reading.
Ch.2 L.A. Lady
Tony
It's funny how four beautiful boys can come into a school and nearly immediately become the hottest people in the building, well except for me. The first time I had set eyes on James Diamond was a third period on a monday who the hell did he think he was? blue shirt tight skinny jeans perfect tan, and when he spoke you could tell he was definately not from here almost the same as me the Jersey boy at heart who never really got into the habit of speaking the local dialect. He sounded like he was from Cali.
'hey' he said his voice shaking with nervousness, 'can you tell me how to get to room 117?' he asked I giggled observing the figure of the strong masculine man in front of me. ' you're on the wrong floor, go downstairs and to the left you'll find it on the right..I think' I said smiling at him ' thanks' he responded ' I'm James, James Diamond just moved here from L.A.' I giggled again ' I have to go American History in room 225' I said walking towards my classroom stopping to look just once more at this L.A. boy.
So if California girls were unforgettable what did that say about the boys, this hottie was never going to leave my brain. I watched as he walked into the classroom in his tight black skinny jeans, only here a week and he's already breaking dress code, blue, or white collared top, solid colored sweater, no hoodies or jackets, black,blue, or khaki pants,[no jeans] of course people never exactly follow it I tend to get away with stripes and argyle printed sweaters as well as dark jeans often. I smiled observing the tight leather jacket and the silky chic blue shirt with a silver tie he had on. He's been here a week and so far he's never reused a single outfit item not even the shoes or a belt. I silently wondered if his wallet was as bottomless as his dresser drawers, LA to Cleveland well that's a long way to come and quite a change to make in one's life. Questions filled my mind wondering as I stared down at the novel in my hands, I wanted to look at him, soak up his deepest darkest secrets. I wanted to uncover the skeletons behind the Armani in his closet. I smiled covertly over at him but apparently he didn't catch it over his mathbook. He wasn't the brightest diamond in the mine but he was amazing. He didn't ask for help much, mostly he kept to himself. I silently wondered what LA Lady he'd left behind in cali. wondered if they were still together, most long distance couples never kept longer than a week, two or three at the most. I sighed whoever she is she's probably prettier than me. I exited the classroom as the bell rang and left the building. Standing in the corner of the parking lot talking about Nicki Minaj with some of the popular girls in the school, one of the perks of being gay and glamorous, you got to be cool with almost every girl in the building, I looked over and saw James getting into his car I watched continuing to talk to them but tilting my head to the side in awe at how beautiful he was with snow flying into his hair, was that a hint of anger in his green eyes?. They turned and looked as James Diamond was settling himself in his Benz.
"Must be nice to have money" I said
" you think he's hot?" the one girl said I looked over at her and shook my head
" no never, totally not my type" I lied badly
" you do like him, he's not gay though he'd never be" the other girl said
I lowered my eyes back to the magazine " still you have to say the shoes are amazing" I said commenting on Nicki's outfit in the picture eager to change the subject.
"he's probably really homophobic seeing as he hangs out with that Kendall Knight all the time" the other girl said not ready to let this go. I nodded and began to walk away " I'll see you girls tomorrow" I said walking down the street,music blasting in my ears. Then twenty blocks later I found myself at the park, I dusted the snow from my hair and sat down on a bench under a tree shielding me from the snow, I placed my bag down and put my Ipod in. I watched as the car pulled up, silver, Benz...one belonging to a certain James Diamond?.. maybe. He was an odd one, but he couldn't have been homophobic as that girl had suggested earlier this evening, or else why did he unfearingly, unloathingly, approach me and ask me for directions nearly four days ago? Questions swirled in my brain, he was straight though, but I kind of wanted him.
Ever since I can remember I have been able to 'feel' others emotions as though they were my own, sometimes it's just flashes but others it's full on heat, the key to having a gift like mine is being able to distinguish between yours and theirs. I'm pretty good at it now, and when he's around his aura is explosive, like he's been holding so much in throughout his life that he's just waiting to go off like an atomic bomb. I watched as the car pulled away, having only lingered for a few seconds. I picked myself up off the bench and began walking towards home.
Throwing open the door to my meager sleeping quarters, I sighed plopping down on the bed, I turned the TV on and fell asleep, completely and fully clothed in the darkened room. Dreaming of swirling, spinning, beautiful, smiling, James Diamonds floating around inside my head. You had to admit this L.A lady was more than meets the eyes.