•James•

James bit his lip, he had no clue how to start this. Or why he had come here in the first place. . .

He looked up, meeting Will's eyes.

"We have to talk." James started, "About what?" Will questioned coldly.

James sighed, "It's about you-know-who." He answered.

James mind instantly ran to one name:

Voldemort.

Okay, that's enough books for one day.

He told himself, trying to keep a straight face.

"Nico?" Will asked, his cold glare softening into a vanurable, hurt look.

James nodded mutely.

"What's there to know?" He spat, voice growing colder again.

James swore he could see tears.

"I think there's something you should know." James said, starting to regret coming here.

Should I even be here?!

He thought.

After all, I kind of like what Nico and I have going on.

He mused.

No. I can't let this plan backfire. Operation solangelo, right?!

I-I need to do this for both of them!

He decided silently. "Oh, really?" Will asked, slightly curious.

"Do tell." He added.

James started to sweat, he couldn't do this! Nope!

Panicked, he let his senses take over.

Aka, he started running.

"Gotta go fast!" James muttered to himself, pushing his legs off eh groin with each step.

"J-James!" Will stammered, shouting at the son of Boreas instead of following.

"Later!" James just screamed, dodging a tree branch.

Okay.

James thought.

Next time we should try. . . Not. . . Chickening out.