Hey everyone! First off, thanks to everyone who favorited, followed, and reviewed! It means a lot knowing that people like this story, and I love the ideas you all have! Second, this is the longest chapter in the series and I hope everyone likes it! It is definitely the most important one so far, and sets up the rest of the series and basically everything that will happen from here on out! Warning: Sadness in the whole chapter. I'm sorry, but trust me when I say I know what's going to happen! Ok, enough rambling... Chapter 6: Fighting!

James walked into my room, slightly out of breath, clutching at his side. I knew he had been following, running after me, chasing me down the whole way home… I wondered why he did. It's not like he cared about me. I can't believe I was so stupid, thinking, believing that I had a chance with James, my best friend. He was my rock, the reason I got up every morning and lived my life. But that support was crumbling inside me, fading away, turning into disappointment, regret, anger…

"Kendall! Why did you run when I called your name?" he said, worry etched into every feature on his beautiful fa- Stop it Kendall. Snap out of it. Remember what you just saw. The voice were getting louder, shouting, yelling for my attention.

Rage coursed through my veins, boiling my blood. "So you suddenly care about me now?" I sneered. "What are you talking about? You're my best friend! Of course I care about you!" he said, concerned by my actions. He didn't even know the half of it.

"Oh, sure. Of course you do! Because somebody that cares about me would make out with his girlfriend every time I'm around just to rub it in my face! Or kiss me at a party and not even fucking remember!" My voice was strained, but firm. I was shouting now, trying to stop the thoughts streaming through my head.

"I never kissed you! You kissed me!" his face contorting in anger and disgust, almost reeling at the thought of him kissing me, his best friend.

"How would you know? You were drunk at the party!" I said, struggling to keep control of my voice before it cracked from emotion.

"No I wasn't!" he exclaimed, that perfect face contorted in bewilderment. "I hate beer! You know that! Why does that matter so much? And why have you been acting weird these past couple weeks? Did I do something wrong?"

I turned away from him, not wanting him to see the blush of red slowly creeping into my cheeks. "Great," I thought, "Now he's worried about me." I just needed him to leave, so I could sort all of this out, so I could use my blade, my salvation, and let the pain out. "You wouldn't understand" I stated, talking to the empty wall in front of me, instead of looking into those deep hazel eyes.

"I can't understand if you won't tell me!" he shouted, trying to get me to open up to him, the last thing I wanted to do.

I spun around, facing him, my bottle green eyes sharp as glass, my entire mask shattering right in front of him while he stood there, glaring at me, daring me to answer him. I was done. Done with lying to him, done with dealing with his shit. Done with hiding the truth. I decided the time was now to tell him.

"Because I love you," I whispered, my words barely audible, a mere breath across my lips.

"What?" he asked, not quite hearing me. "Nothing" I replied, not wanting to risk saying it again. "Why the fuck won't you tell me?!" he yelled, evidently pissed off that I cut myself off from him again.

"I LOVE YOU, OK?!" I screamed. My voice rang throughout the room, then quickly died off.

Shock was written all over James's face. "You…you…love me?" he whispered in a hushed tone. Just as quickly as it came, the shock changed to anger and his voice grew strong again. "So what? That doesn't give you the right to be mad at me!" he shouted.

"I knew you wouldn't understand! I just told you I fucking love you and you go off about how I'm MAD at you? Are you to self-absorbed and vain to even acknowledge my feelings, or even your own? You probably love me too and don't even realize it!" The words were flowing from my mouth, shouts that couldn't and wouldn't be controlled.

James' face paled for a moment, fear flashed through his hazel orbs, and I couldn't help but wonder if…maybe…he did… Then suddenly the fire was back, blazing hard and strong. "Shut up Kendall! You don't know a fucking thing about me or my life! You never try to understand what I go through every day! I HATE YOU!"

His voice rang out, echoed, and then died. Complete and utter silence. The last piece of my heart, kept alive by a glimmer of hope, for James, shattered into a thousand tiny rubies, and washed away with the tears starting to fall from my eyes. His face held shock and … regret? But why would he be sorry?

I stuttered, my voice broken, filled with hurt, "Y-y-you…h-h-hate m-m-me?" He took a moment before answering, his voice similar to mine. "N-no Kendall, I didn't mean that. I m-meant to s-say…"

I didn't let him finish. "Save it," my voice hard and strong, cold as steel. "I don't want to hear any more of your excuses. Get out."

He stared at me, shock and confusion on his face. "W-what?"

"GET OUT!" I screamed. He stood there, unmoving, as if he didn't hear me correctly. I grabbed something and chucked it at him. He caught it before it hit him, and ran.

I broke down crying, but I knew what I had to do.

I frantically searched for my journal. I had set it on my desk. Where did it go? Suddenly, I realized what I threw at James. He took it with him. I suddenly didn't care. It didn't matter. Everything was going to end. My life… was going to end.

Thoughts? Feelings? Do you all hate me now? Well don't, cause there won't be more if you do. I'm kidding of course, but please review what you think and ideas and what not! Until next time!

-Kev