Thank you for your reviews/criticism! :) Sorry it's taken me so long to post the second chapter. High school is killer! Here it is:

James Diamond threw his backpack onto his bead and headed into the bathroom. He stood in front of the mirror, poking at the fat on his neck. He shook his head and lifted up his shirt. James put his hand on his pudgy belly, close to crying. He put his shirt back down and went back into his bedroom. James lay down on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Why did he have to be fat? Why did no one care about him? He hated himself.

Extremely bored, James stood up and walked downstairs. He was going to walk to the library. He didn't need a book or anything, he was just bored, and walking might help him burn some fat. James started the half-mile walk, his sides hurting halfway there. When James finally reached the library, he went to the books about haircare. Even though James hated his own hair, he loved styling other people's hair.

Out of the corner of his eye, James saw someone familiar walk past. He followed the person, realizing it was that genius kid Logan Mitchell. He tapped Logan's shoulder. The guy turned around, looking as if he was wondering why anyone would want to talk to him. James smiled. "Did you hear about that fight in school today?"

"Violence is p-pointless," stuttered Logan.

James nodded. "Yeah, it really is. Maybe if Kendall Knight wasn't such a stuck-up racist jerk, then it never would have happened."

"That's t-true," said Logan. He looked through some boring-looking science book. James watched him. He seemed to love whatever he was reading.

"What's that?" asked James.

"Biology. It's r-really, um, fascinating," answered Logan.

James nodded slowly. "Well, it was nice talking to you. I'm gonna go home and take a bath or something."

Logan nodded. "B-bye."

"Later." James turned and walked out of the library. He started his walk back home. Logan had seemed terrified of talking to James. James didn't talk to people often, so when he did, they were probably a little freaked out by it.

James felt that he was really similar to Carlos Garcia. Neither of them talked much, but people were surprised when they did. That's why it came as a surprise to James that Carlos had been in a fight. It would probably the talk of the school for at least a few months, until something even more extreme happened.

James sat down on his living room sofa and turned the TV on. He flipped through channels before someone knocked on his door. He opened the door to find none other than Logan Mitchell standing in front of him.

"Um, I just c-came to ask if y-you've seen my, uh, cat," said Logan just as awkwardly as ever.

James shook his head. "I don't think so. I'll tell you if I see her though. Did you just realize she was gone?"

"Y-yes. My m-mom told me w-when I, um, got home that he was m-missing," answered Logan.

James nodded slowly. "Do you maybe wanna come in and hang for a few minutes?"

Logan's jaw dropped to the ground. No one had ever asked him to hang out with them. He was just the nerdy kid, the pushover, the dork. Logan had always had the feeling that no one wanted him around. Logan nodded his head in a jerky fashion. "Uh, sure. S-sounds good."

James let Logan into his house. "Great. You can set your book anywhere."

Logan set the biology book he'd been reading at the library on the table. James sat down on the sofa, and Logan sat down beside him. "W-why are you, um, being n-nice to me?"

"In case you haven't noticed, I don't have many friends," said James. "I don't have any, actually. I don't like to be social, because I'm insecure about yourself."

"W-why?" asked Logan. "You sh-should, um, love who you, um, are. I l-like the w-way I, um, am."

James snorted. "It's kinda hard to love myself when I'm so fat."

"Y-you're not that, um, fat. E-everyone has a l-little, um, baby fat," said Logan.

"You don't."

"That's, um, b-because I have a f-fast metabolism," explained Logan.

James nodded slowly. "I wish I had one of those. I'll just have to work all this off eventually."

"Maybe you could, um, hire a p-personal trainer," proposed Logan. "Your m-mom is kind of, um, rich, r-right?"

James laid back, resting his head on the armrest of the couch. "Yeah. She is, but she wouldn't pay for a personal trainer for me. She tells me I should love myself the way I am."

"Th-that's what I, um, think, t-too." Logan smiled at James.

James smiled, closed his eyes, and shook his head. Logan checked the wall clock. "Oh. I sh-should be l-looking for, um, my cat. S-see you later. I'll, um, t-talk to you in school tomorrow."

"Bye!"

Logan left, and James sighed. So he finally had a potential friend. It was about time two extremely outcasted people met each other properly. James then thought of Carlos. Carlos was another of the outcasted people. James just hoped the whole tough-guy thing wouldn't go to his head. It was always annoying when that happened.

So James had a friend. And he could possibly have another one, after Carlos's in-school suspension was done with. He would just have to put a plan into motion. After all, Carlos had only opened up to punch someone in the face. James thought it was worth it.

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