A/N: If you got an e-mail about this, my bad, I posted it without making an author's note or anything and that was just dumb of me. Anyway, this is my new story. As I finish stories, I'm going to be rolling out new ones or at least trying since I'm now a college freshman. I have been having so much fun, it's great being free but sometimes I wish I had all the easy work in high school but I know when I graduate college, I'm going to be so proud. LOL, this is not about to be all about my life. I'm going to end it here so you can read this new story. ENJOY! :D

Carlos POV

My body is still numb with the pain of losing my parents. It had been about two months since they left me. There was a funeral and they were buried already but I just couldn't...I can't explain it. It's like they aren't gone but then again they are. I can still feel them with me though.

My mom there when I go to sleep, telling me that everything will be okay.

My dad there to tell me that I'm strong and can make it through this.

I think the worst part of it all was the fact that when they left there was no one to take care of me so the government stepped in and sent me to this foster care. I thought when I got here that people would be nice and treat me as if I was part of the family but all that changed when they found out about me.

Some of them, the older ones, treated me like dirt. We were all in the same grade but I think some of them were held back because of something their parents did. Either way, I was stuck with them and I was never a fighter so I never hit any of them back. I would spend most of my time in my room, crying. I wish I had my old life back.

Another thing was that I had to leave my old school because it was no longer in my district or whatever they told me. I was forced to go to this school that was in the area. My first day there was like everyday of my life since my parents died, hell. I was pushed and shoved because I didn't know where I was going. I was teased because of my height and made fun of because I would easily cry. I had so much going on in my life that my strength to hold on to the tears was gone.

Everytime someone hurt my feelings they would know it and they didn't seem to care. The only person that seemed to care was my teacher Mrs. Wainwright but other than that there was no one. My foster parents spent most of their time with the younger kids and since I just peaked the age of the older kids the government wouldn't be coming in to check on me like they did the younger ones.

The worst part was...oh, who am I kidding?, everything was worst. I just wanted my old life back. I wish that drunk driver didn't decide to get in their car and most of all I wish my parents didn't die. They kind of fall around the same concept but that's all that seemed to be on my mind. The fact that my parents were gone is something I don't think I'll ever get use to.

All I think about is their smiling faces as I walk in the house or how they are wishing me a good day as I walked out the door, something I was doing now. We all had to walk to school. They walked together while I stayed a distance away. They told me that if people saw me walking with them they would lose their popularity. It was fine. Since I was a distance away they wouldn't see me cry. It didn't matter anyway because when I did cry in front of them they would ignore me.

But I still had to keep up with them because I didn't know where I was going. I had only walked with them a few times and I hadn't remembered the path yet. They walked across the street and just before I stepped off of the curb a truck came past. I jumped back so I wouldn't get hit as the truck horn sounded.

"Watch it kid!" He yelled at me as I fell to the ground. He drove off and once he was gone I realized that I had lost the other kids.

I suddenly felt fear and anxiety wash over my body. I had never been around this area before and I had no idea of which way to go. I stood up brushed off my clothes before making my way across the street. I wondered if they would know if I was gone but then again none of them even looked back to see if I was still there when I was with them.

I felt myself about to cry again as I walked in the direction in which we were going. I decided to make a turn and found myself on another unrecognizable street. I just continued on walking past everyone, looking for any sign that said where the school was. When I walked past a guy, he was sitting on the ground and looked like a hobo. I closed my eyes and looked away from him when he glared at me. I reached up and wiped my tears before hearing the roaring of an engine coming down the street I was on. I turned to see that it was a white Lamborghini. It was a pretty nice car. My eyes widened when I noticed the car was coming to a stop in front of me. My body froze as the guy wounded down the window.

"Hey, don't I know you?" He asked me. I shook my head 'no'.

"Come here." He told me. I took small steps towards his car door as my heart raced. What did he want from me?

"I do know you. You're the new kid that goes to the high school up here, aren't you?"

"I-I don't know. I'm kind of lost." I told him.

"Speak up, I can't hear you."

"I don't know, I'm lost." I repeated, louder and more clearer.

"Well, get in. I'll take you there since I'm headed there now." He told me.

I didn't know what to do. I was told to never talk to strangers and to never ever get in their car but I was lost and he said he was headed there. I could always jump out if he creeps me out. I doubt I would be able to if he went fast. I sighed and made my way to the passenger side, watching for any cars. I reached to open the door and instead of it swinging out like I thought it would, it moved vertically in the air. I gasped because this was something I've only seen in movies.

"Never seen a scissor door before?" He asked me.

"N-no not really."

"Well, get in." I got in and reached for the door to close it but he told me not to. He pressed a button and the door closed by itself. I looked around the car in awe. This car was pretty amazing.

"I got this baby custom-made just for me." He told me before he revved the engine. He began to drive down the road again and it seemed like he was picking up speed really quickly.

"The name is James. James Diamond." He told me in a sort of James Bond voice.

"C-Carlos." I said, still feeling a little nervous since I didn't know where we were going. My eyes trailed around the interior of the car and I noticed that there was his signature on the steering wheel. It was signed 'James' with a picture of a diamond. He turned corner after corner before I saw what looked like was the school.

"Is this it?" He asked and I nodded once we got closer.

We drove through the parking lot in the front and I could see that everyone was outside standing by their car, talking. A lot of kids had cars and James seemed to park right in the middle of them. After the car came to a stop he shut it off and put the keys in his pocket. I didn't know if the doors were going to open by themselves or if I had to do it so I just waited. He reached up above him and grabbed a pair of shades from the sun visor. He put them on and looked at me before he took them off again.

"Were you crying?" He asked me. I nodded my head while wiping my face. I wasn't really ashamed that he found out I was crying because a lot of people have already asked me that question.

"Here." He said as he handed me his shades.

"No, I can't take those." I said, pushing them back in his direction.

"Take them. You won't be seen getting out of this car like that. Put them on and make yourself look cool because people are already looking at us." He told me.

I turned to see that people were actually looking like they were waiting for the doors to open. They couldn't see us though because the windows were tinted. I slowly took the shades from him before putting them on. James reached towards me and fixed the shades on my face before he seemed to brush lint or something off of my shoulder.

He looked me over before reaching into the glove compartment. He pulled out another pair of shades and put them on. He pressed the button and the doors opened up. I waited until he moved before I moved to get out of the car. Everyone was staring at us and I looked over to see the kids that are in the foster home with me. They were laughing and walking but stopped when they saw me.

Most of their jaws dropped while the others just had a shocked look on their faces. I turned and looked at James and he motioned for me to follow him. I walked around the car and he threw his arm around me as we walked towards the school.

"If people don't know who you are now, they'll definitely will be asking around. Your welcome." He told me.

"Um, thank you?"

"Oh, you're very welcome." He said, smiling at me.

"I have to go, I'll talk to you later." He said once we rounded a corner in the school. I reached for the shades to take them off and hand them to him but he held his hand up, stopping all of my movements.

"Keep them." He said before turning and walking away.

I took them off and looked at them in my hands. They were mirrored aviators. I smiled at myself in them. One of my first real smiles since everything happened. This day has changed from the usual and I had a feeling that it would get better. It wasn't a feeling...more like a hope, a wish. I folded the shades and put them in the front of my shirt before heading to my locker. When I reached it, I went into my bag and pulled out a piece of paper that had my locker number written on it. I put in the combination a few times before I got it right. Once I had it open, it was slammed shut. I gasped and jumped back, only to come face to face with the kids from the foster care. The first one to speak was Tom, he looked nice but he was just as mean as the rest of them.

"How do you know James Diamond?"

"Yeah, since when did you two become friends?" Bridget asked, she and John were in a relationship even though John was sort of her 'brother'. They weren't related so it wasn't considered incest but it was still weird. Speaking of John-

"Cool shades, mind if I have them." He said before he took them from my shirt.

"Stop! I have to give those back to him." I told him. He scoffed and tossed the shades. I quickly moved to catch them but another girl from the foster care grabbed them, since she was taller than me.

"You get them back when you agree to tell James that I want a date with him." Everyone sighed and she glared at them before bringing her attention back to me.

"Deal?"

"I-I'll try bu-"

"Don't try just do it!" She yelled, pushing me into the locker. I tried not to show any pain as she tossed the shades back at me. Everyone walked away from me except for Michael. Before I could put the shades back in my shirt he took them from me again.

"Don't think just because you hang out with James, you're better than us and don't tell him were related, we don't know him and you don't know us. Got it." I nodded my head, just wanting the shades back.

"Fucking fag." He said, pushing me into the locker hard. He tossed the shades to me before catching up with the rest of them. I couldn't help but cry as I slid down the side of the lockers. I sat there for a moment before I collected myself and opened my locker to get my things. I jumped at the sound of the bell ringing, signalling that I was late. I hurried up and closed my locker and ran to class.

I opened the door to Mrs. Wainwright's class and she turned away from the board, looking directly at me.

"Mr. Garcia, you know what happens when you show up late." She told me. I sighed and nodded my head. Lunch Detention. I didn't mind though, it's a change from sitting by myself. I took the seat in the front by the door and began my work and take notes. I worked by myself as everyone began to talk after Mrs. Wainwright assigned the classwork.

Once class was over, I got up and headed to my next class. I had to walk along the lockers because if I didn't everyone would push me around because of my size. Some of them would bump me just because they wanted to. I really wished I was at my old school. They were really nicer and I had friends there. The only people who've been nice to me is James and Mrs. Wainwright.

Everyone else either didn't care or were mean. I got to my next class and it was a repeat of English class. I would sit there and take notes while doing my work by myself before heading to my next class. I guess showing up here with James didn't change anything. I walked into my next class and everyone looked at me before looking at the teacher. When I did the same, I saw it was the gym coach. He must be substituting for the Science teacher. I sighed when he smiled at me. It didn't sit right with me.

"How about we go to the gym for some dodgeball?" My eyes widened as the class cheered and ran past me, heading to the gym.

"Sounds like fun right." Mr. Rocque asked me as he placed his hand on my shoulder with more force than necessary.

I shook my head and he shrugged, nudging me out of the class. I followed everyone to the gym as my heart raced. I already knew what was going to happen. Most of the people in the class already didn't like me because the first day here, I answered a question right and the teacher basically called everyone stupid. I was the last one to walk in and the doors slammed behind me, making me jump. I walked past everyone and sat on the bleachers away from them.

When Mr. Rocque walked in, I sighed, knowing that he set this up. He split everyone into two teams before handing the balls to everyone. I sat my things down and took the shades out of my shirt before I walked up to him.

"Do I have to play?" I asked him and he nodded.

Everyone sat the balls in a line in the middle of the gym as I stood in the back. Everyone got ready as Mr. Rocque told us the rules and when he blew the whistle, I backed up as everyone ran forward. Someone threw the ball at me and I ducked. I looked at Mr. Rocque and he just looked away. He said to aim for the chest but that ball was aimed for my head.

I heard the slamming of the gym doors and I looked to see it was James. He was heading to Mr. Rocque to give him that yellow slip in his hand which was probably a yellow slip. Once he took it, I felt someone push me forward. I gasped as a ball hit me in my head, the force causing me to fall to the ground. I felt a hand on my arm a few moments later and when I looked up it was James, kneeling in front of me.

"Are you okay?" He asked me.

Before I could say anything, he put his hand on the side of my head. My head was throbbing in pain as he moved it to the side. He stood up, taking off his leather jacket, letting it hit the ground in front of me. I watched him as he picked up the ball that hit me. The game stopped when I got hit so everyone was just looking.

James walked up to the guy that threw the ball at me and he was still smiling at his friends before he turned to James. I gasped when James threw the ball with all of his force, hitting the guy right in the face. He collapsed on the floor as James walked back over to me. He shrieked when he realized his nose was bleeding. I turned around when James walked past me to the guy who pushed me. He grabbed him by his collar and slammed him against the wall and mumbled somethings to him before he let him go. The guy nodded his head as he stared at James with nothing but fear in his eyes. James walked back over to me and helped me up off the ground.

"Thank you."

"No problem." He said as we walked to the bleachers. The boy James threw the ball at was rushed to the nurse by his friends and the game continued. I sat next to my stuff and James sat in front of me.

"Does my face look okay?"

"A little red but still gorgeous." My eyes widened in shock at his words.

"I- um, t-thank you." I said, blushing.

"Now your face is really red." He said, smiling. I sat there and silently blushed, trying to force myself not to but he was just smiling at me.

"You look really cute sitting here blushing." I covered my face and he laughed.

"Diamond! Garcia! Game's restarting, stop your slacking and get on the floor."

"Fuck off, Gustavo."

"It's Mr. Rocque." He told James before he blew his whistle. James ignored him and turned back to me. I looked down at his shoes as he looked at me.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, it doesn't matter."

"It does. Tell me."

"It's stupid." James took my hand, getting my attention.

"Tell me."

"I-I just don't like hearing curse words. Well, not a lot." I admitted.

I expected him to tell me off or something but he nodded his head and said, "I promise to try and limit my cursing in front of you."

"You don't have to if you don't want to."

"I do because I feel like we're going to be around each other at around 8 o'clock Friday night."

"Huh? Why would you see me then?"

"You are way too cute, you know that?" I blushed at his compliment and tried to hide it, only to fail.

"I was asking you out on a date." My eyes widened in shock and I could feel the blush running to my cheeks.

"H-How did you know I w-was g-gay?" I asked him, wondering if it was obvious.

"I didn't, at first, but you seem to just blush when I flirt with you so it was sort of a guess. So is that a yes?" I suddenly realized what Sally told me and I looked back down at the ground as tears came to my eyes. James moved closer and lifted my head just as a tear slipped out.

"What's wrong?"

"N-Nothing, it's just...there's this girl and she told me to ask you to go out with her."

"No, I want to go out with you."

"B-But she's going to be mad at me if I say yes." I said, wiping my face.

"Then let her be mad, she'll get over it."

"No, sh-she's going to hurt me."

"I'll tell her that I'm not interested and if anything happens, call me." He said, handing me a piece of paper that he wrote his number on.

"But I don't have a cell phone."

"Just call me from the house phone."

"Okay." I said, taking the paper and putting it in my pocket.

"So, you never answered my question. Will you go on a date with me?" I nodded my head as blush came to my cheeks right before the bell rang.

A/N: The summary says James is incredibly sweet. This is just the beginning, just wait until you read more. I have a feeling all of you are going to love it and the love triangle that's going to happen and just ugh, I need to stop before I spoil the whole thing lol.