Hey guys! It's Scar!
I'm back with a new story. :)
I had wanted to take some time off of "Big Time Camping Trip" and started a more serious story. Someone very dear to me is suffering from depression and cutting so I do know how serious it is. I'll try to make it as accurate as possible!

LIKE I SAID: THIS IS SLASH. IT CONTAINS JARLOS. Just tellin' ya peeps.
Enjoy, and R&R! xoxo.

Every day it was the same. I would go to school, get thrown into lockers, attacked by homophobic comments; it was all because I was gay. I would go home and lock myself into my room, greet the razorblade I call a friend, and let it comfort me. First, it was an experiment. I've seen it in movies and TV shows, and it made me want to know how it felt. Soon, it became a habit, and every little thing that upset me became a scar on my body. The only friend I had was this blade. It was the only thing that pulled me through thick and thin; only one who cared how I felt. Half a year ago, my mom found out about my cutting when the collection of scars grew on my left wrist. There were about twenty, and it became really obvious. She took me to a psychiatrist and they diagnosed me with chronic depression. My mom transferred me out of my old school and we both moved to Minnesota, where I was to start a new life. Well, here I am.

"Honey, eat up," James's mom, the rich and powerful Brooke Diamond, said to James, handing him a plate full of his favorite foods: two slices of bacon, some scrambled eggs, and an English muffin.

James set it down on the table and pushed it away from him.

"Not hungry," he mumbled, resting his cheek on his hand.

Brooke sighed and took a seat across from James, taking his hand in hers.

"Honey, it's going to be fine. I transferred you to a new school and I've found a great psychiatrist. Baby, you're making progress! You haven't been cutting lately right?" she assured him, giving him a smile.

James nodded. "Yeah, I guess."

"And it's going to be a great first day of school!" Brooke declared, pushing his breakfast closer to him before standing up and walking over to the sink. "By the way, don't forget about the appointment with Dr. Richmond today after school. You need to meet your new psychiatrist."

"Okay." James reluctantly ate his breakfast. Even his favorite foods didn't seem to comfort his turning and twisting stomach. He was so nervous he could hardly breathe. After he finished, he put his empty plate in the sink, grabbed his backpack, and drove to school. He parked his car in an empty parking spot in the school lot, and sat there for a few minutes. He couldn't think straight and he didn't know what to expect. My mom had suggested he pick up school hockey again because he had to stop in between the season from all the shit the team was giving him. He couldn't forget about the mean, homophobic sticky notes they would stick all over the locker room. He shuddered at the memory and stepped out of his Audi A4. It was a present from his mom to celebrate his slow recovery from depression. As he walked closer to the school doors, he felt sweat finding its way down his forehead and started playing with his backpack straps. With a sweaty grip, he pulled open the clear, glass door and entered the main hallway. He scanned around the noisy, bustling hallway of the school and it seemed so different from New York. Well, he knew Minnesota was so much emptier than New York and the traffic was a ton better, but he expected the schools to be similar. New York's schools were a lot bigger.

"Hey watch out!" James heard a voice behind him warn.

Before James could even move, a shorter Latino boy slammed into him. They both fell to the floor with a loud thud.

"Holy crap, I'm so sorry," the boy apologized, getting up onto his feet and helping James up.

"Um, it's okay." James brushed himself off and picked up his backpack. He looked up to see the boy's face clearly. Damn he's cute… Ugh, I can't think about this now! I should probably leave… He started to walk away until the boy stopped him.

"Wait! Are you new here?" He walked closer to James.

James nodded.

"Cool!" the boy exclaimed, gleaming. "I'm Carlos!"

"I'm James," James said back, smiling a bit.

"Where are you from?" Carlos asked, completely interested.

"New York, New York," James replied.

Carlos looked amused. "Whoa! That's freaking awesome! I bet it's so much better than Minnesota huh?"

James started to walk down the hallway towards the principal's office as Carlos tagged along.

"Uh, I guess? I don't know, I just got here a few days ago," James shrugged. This kid made him feel… uncomfortable.

"That's awesome. Well I hope you like it here! You think of joining any sports?" Carlos queried.

"Yeah, ice hockey. I used to play at my last school but I stopped halfway through the season," James replied, accidentally telling Carlos more than he had meant to.

Carlos pushed his dark eyebrows together and tilted his head to the side. "If you don't mind me asking, why?"

James looked down nervously and mumbled incoherently. Carlos got the hint and didn't say another word. James realized he had reached the office when Carlos stopped walking next to him.

"You wanted to get your schedule right?" Carlos assumed, pointing at the office door.

"Oh, yeah." James had forgotten. He was too busy being awkward next to Carlos. "Thanks."

Carlos smirked. "No probs. Hope I see you in tryouts today!"

"Whoa, what? Today? Like after school?" James inquired. "I-I can't make it!"

Carlos put his arm behind his head and ran his fingers in his hair. "Gee, that's too bad," he said, sympathetically and frowned. "Today's the last day."

"Um, thanks anyways," James muttered, disappointed. He really missed being part of a team.

Carlos left and James entered the office. After getting a schedule and locker, he proceeded to his first period, which was chemistry.

He walked into Room 215 and was greeted by all eyes on him.

"Hi," James meekly said, and waved. What the hell was that? Way to be smooth, James, he thought.

The teacher stood up and faced the students. "Go on with your labs. If you have any additional questions, you can come up and ask me."

He walked up to James and asked for his name, an attendance sheet in hand.

"James Diamond," he said. He marked the checkbox next to his name and told him to take a seat in the empty seat. He walked to the back of the classroom next to a tall blonde guy with the most ginormous, furry eyebrows he's ever seen.

The boy turned to face him when James slid into the seat next to his. James slowly and awkwardly turned to meet his piercing and intimidating green eyes.

"Hey," the blonde greeted, smiling. "I'm Kendall."

"James." They shook hands. Man he has a firm grip!

"Welcome to Rush City High!" Kendall smiled and turned back to his lab.

James sat there, looking around the room. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. Then he heard laughter coming from Kendall.

"What?" James snapped.

"Calm down, I'm not laughing at you. I'm just wondering why you're looking around the room when you can be helping me finish the fucking lab so we can get out of here. Come on, make yourself useful!" Kendall handed James a tube with a mystery chemical and some protective eyeglasses.

"So, where you from?" Kendall asked as he poured a substance into a glass bleaker. He motioned for James to pour his chemical into the bleaker as well.

"Um," James started, concentrating on pouring the substance and watched as the colors started to change in the bleaker. "New York. Well, Ithaca High to be specific."

"Ah, I heard their hockey team won championships last year. It was a stunning victory by the way, congrats to your team." He scribbled something down on binder paper.

James smiled as he recollected his winning shot at the championships last year. It was him who scored the winning goal. Him. And his teammates just forgot all about that. He was just the fag on the team.

"Yeah, that was a great time for me. They were all cheering for me," James thought aloud.

Kendall's green eyes widened. "Whoa, that was you?"

James bit his bottom lip and nodded diffidently.

"Dude, that was an epic goal!" Kendall patted James's back. "You need try out for Rush City's ice hockey. I'm the captain."

Yeah, until he finds out I'm gay, James thought bitterly. "I can't make it. I'm busy after school."

Kendall frowned. "Damn, that's a shame. We need a guy like you on the team. Our defense kicks ass but our offense is a little shaky."

"I'll be there," James blurted. He covered his mouth. What the fuck was that? I have a doctor's appointment today!

Kendall's face lit up and he flashed his pearly whites. "Sweet!"

The bell rang and they both stood up to hand in their observations. They exchanged their goodbyes and went their separate ways. After fifth period, James walked to his locker to put away some of his textbooks. Coincidentally, his locker was three lockers away from Kendall's.

"Hey, man!" Kendall called rather loudly.

"Hey Kendall," James said as Kendall stepped closer.

"You have any plans this lunch?" Kendall raised a thick eyebrow.

James shook his head and muttered, "No."

"That's all good. Wanna hang with me and my buds?" Kendall asked as they entered the crowded hallways of Rush City High.

James shrugged. "Sure, why not?" He might've seemed cool and nonchalant on the outside, but he was giggling like a fan girl on the inside. It had been so long since someone offered him to hang out with them. His friends have left him to save their image at school, and it had been a while since anyone has said anything nice to him. He was beginning to think that moving was a good idea.

James followed Kendall into the red, black, and white cafeteria where there were different cliques at every table: the nerds, the stoners, etc. He was too busy taking in all the new and different sights that he walked right into Kendall.

"James, these are my friends. Friends, this is James," Kendall announced to his "posse."

James smiled timidly and raised his hand and waved. "Hi."

Kendall's friends all smiled and returned his greeting and exchanged names.

"Hey Logan, where's Carlos?" Kendall questioned, furrowing his eyebrows.

Logan pointed to the lunch line.

"Corn dogs," all three of them concluded in unison.

"Whoa, creepy. You sure you guys aren't, like, robots seeking to take over the world?" James heard himself say. Fuck! That was so lame! Ugh, why do I have to mess everything up?

Much to his surprise, the boys busted out laughing. "If you've been here long enough, you'll know Carlos is infatuated with corn dogs," Logan explained.

As if on cue, Carlos sauntered to the table with three corn dogs in his hands. James realized he was the black-haired cutie—err, boy!—that he bumped into in the morning. That made sense now… Kendall and Carlos were both on the hockey team! All of them must be the jocks of the school!

"Guys!" Carlos shrieked with pure ecstasy, "I got a free corn dog from the—Oh, hey James!"

"Hey Carls," James grinned. Wait… Did I just give him a nickname…?

Carlos looked a bit confused from James's nickname, but shrugged it off. "You gonna be hanging out with us cool kids?" He took a seat next to Logan and crossed his arms, trying to look all badass. It was the dorkiest yet cutest thing James has ever seen.

Kendall nodded and put an arm around James. "And he's trying out for the hockey team! You know the legendary goal that my cousin in New York has been talking about from last year's championship?"

"Yeah?" Carlos eagerly queried, leaning forward.

"It was him. He scored the winning shot and won the championships," Kendall boasted with the biggest smirk in the world on his face.

Logan and Carlos gasped in astonishment. "DUDE! For real?"

James blushed a little. He wasn't used to getting so much attention in the past year. Well, positive attention.

"Hey babe!" A gorgeous blonde girl kissed Kendall on the lips.

"Hi," Kendall greeted, pulling back from the kiss. He put his arm around her waist.

"James, this is my girlfriend Jo," Kendall introduced. "Jo, this is my new friend James."

Jo smiled and waved. "Hi!"

"Hey," James responded, extending his hand out for a handshake.

Jo happily took it and shook it.

The rest of the lunch was great. James had friends now and wasn't a loner. But now he has to explain to his mom that he promised a few people that he was going to tryouts instead of therapy… Great.

Hopefully not too bad?
Yay, hope you guys enjoyed that.
Until next time,
Scarlett xoxo.