Weeehoooo, another story! So this one is M/ as well, for those of you who didn't read the summary. XD. I wanna thank all the people who read and reviewed my first story. I LOVE YOU ALL!

Everyday was the same at North High School smack on the coast of Washington state: dreary, raining, and boring. All the qualities of a depressing life. But not for Christian James, who made his own fun and adventure with his group of friends. They were all preppy; designer everything and great hair with a bit of a snob in them all. It was all in their nature and they had never changed, seeing as they all got everything they wanted, no questions asked.

One thing separated Christian from his clique, though. His biggest and most valued secret: he was completely gay. Of course, he had to date girls for the sake of his reputation, but no one said he had to or did like it, which he didn't in the least.

Every straight girl at North wanted Christian, seeing as he was the epitome of gorgeous: choppy blonde hair that fell to his chin, skinny frame with toned muscles, perfect complexion, full lips, and fairly tall. He had a great fashion sense as well, being full-fledged gay, and was always the trend-setter of the school. He was an idol to the guys and a sex symbol to the girls, but he could tell his life was mostly empty. Everything he possessed was for material or vanity purposes, and he knew if he ever were to fall off the top of the social ladder, all of his friends would abandon him and keep climbing. He might have been preppy, but he wasn't stupid or unrealistic.

He did know how to have fun, though, and that was exactly what he was doing at the local skate park with his posse. Of course, he had all the female skaters hitting on him, but he was checking out the tight-pantsed guys that were there in abundance.

God, they're so fucking hot. I'm gonna pounce on that brunette dude over there he thought happily as he ignored whatever his friends were trying to say to him. He was too preoccupied with his gawking to attempt to make sense of the random gibberish coming through his ears. Ooh, now that guy's a bit different, but still hot. His gaze turned to a gothic-looking guy sitting alone at a table. He had straight, jet-black hair that fell down to his shoulders with a few streaks of blonde in it. His body was skinny and more or less twig-like, as you could tell by his tight long-sleeved black shirt and Tripp pants (that were surprisingly skin-tight) with dangling chains. His shirt said HELLYEAH, a band that Christian knew nothing about and didn't care to learn.

You could tell by the boy's black eye-makeup and multiple facial piercings that he was really into his style, unlike Christian who had absolutely no body artwork. This suited the boy just fine, though, being more into the preppy style and having a slight fear of needles. It's not like he wouldn't even get a shot at the doctor's office, but he would avoid it if he could.

The boy suddenly looked up from the notebook he was scribbling in, his brown eyes colliding with Christian's blue ones and holding his gaze. Christian found it hard to break the stare, but came out shocked when he did. The boy's eyes were gorgeous and he hadn't realized how long he had been staring.

"Dude..." he said, his expression and tone of voice utterly bewildered.

"What?" one of his friends asked, the same guy who had been rattling on incessantly a few minutes ago.

"Oh...Uhm...Did you see that jump? That guy totally deserved the wipe out he got," Christian said, eyeing a guy laying on his back a few yards away.

"Oh yeah! He completely did," the other replied, looking at the rest of the group who soon followed suit.

My friends are such morons, Christian thought disgustedly. He then turned his eyes back in the direction of the goth/emo guy, who had started back to writing in his notebook again. He's still hot. Christian sighed boredly and got up, taking his skateboard in hand and dropping into the bowl. He had a party to go to in half an hour, so he wanted to get all the skate time in that he could.

Of course, his group of friends ooh-ed and ahh-ed over his skills, even though he didn't think he was all that good. Soon, Goth Guy began skating as well, doing a few basic tricks as warm-ups.

Christian saw him and decided to show off, doing a trick he had just learned and hadn't mastered yet. He fell flat on his ass, cursing as he went down. He heard a snicker and realized it was Goth Guy, who was smirking evilly at him.

"Let's see you do better!" he called out to him, picking himself up from the concrete.

Goth guy smirked wider and took off full-speed, landing the same trick with mind-blowing accuracy. Christian's eyebrows rose slightly as the boy came out from the trick with arms out in a challenging way.

"Oh, it's on now," Christian said, glaring at him and mounting his board again. He did a flawless pop-shuvit, smiling and looking back at Goth Guy, who didn't seem impressed in the least.

This, in turn, started a very vicious skate-off between the two, catching the attention of every person in the park until there were huge groups of people cheering for each boy. even the staff stood by to watch, enthralled by Christian's ruthlessness and Goth Guy's sheer skill and cockiness. It was a great match-up that ended with Goth Guy as the victor. No one was stunned by this but Christian's group, who had been cheering the loudest of all.

"Oh would you all just shut the fuck up?!" Christian screamed at them as they continued to boo Goth guy even a few minutes after the competition was over. Goddamn, they're annoying, he thought unhappily. Christian was totally ready to congratulate his worthy opponent on his win, but turned to find that Goth Guy had left.

Christian couldn't help but be disappointed, seeing as a hot guy had left his presence, but it was easy to get over. It's not like they were committed to each other or anything. He shrugged it off, leading the way out of the skate park majestically, yet somehow seeming to know his place in life. Of course, the whole group followed him, making them even more hated.

"I need new friends," Christian mumbled, thanking whatever god there was that he had brought his own car.