"Don't you DARE run away from me, James Adams! When I catch up with you your life is gonna be HELL, you cheating bast-" Kerry stopped mid-word as she ran into Rosalie. She was currently chasing James round the sixth floor. "Oh! Um, hello Rosalie!"

"Hey, what's the emergency?" Rosalie smiled, flashing her perfect teeth.

"Oh, um, I need to have a little friendly chat with James." Kerry growled.

Rosalie laughed wryly. "A little friendly chat, eh? Well then, I'll leave you to it. Oh, by the way, is he, like, a stalker? 'Cause he was acting a bit weird in the cafeteria, if you get my drift. See you around!"

Kerry looked around the corridor. James had vanished. She swore under her breath and began to run up the stairs to the eighth floor.

Meanwhile, two floors up, James had reached Lauren's room. He knocked frantically.

"What?" Lauren opened the door. "What do you want this time?"

"Please, you have to let me in. Kerry's gonna kill me. Pleeeeeaaaaase…." James grovelled. He was still on shaky terms with Lauren after the pants-and-bra-on-fountain incident.

"Huh! Kerry's my friend too, you know." She slammed the door in his face.

James groaned. He could hear Kerry coming up the stairs, shouting, "Just you wait, you lying, cheating scumbag!"

"Next time try not to make it so obvious that you're flirting," Kerry sniffed.

"Hey," James protested. "It's not my fault. Emmett's a psycho."

"Well then, whose fault is it?" Kerry scowled.

She finally cornered him in the corner of the landing, giving him two powerful punches in the shoulder.

"We are over, you **********! Do you hear me? Over!"

(James decided not to mention that the surgical removal of both his and the rest of the eighth floor's ears would have been necessary for them not to hear her.)

Kerry burst into tears just as everyone on the eighth floor poked their head's out of their doors.

"I hate you James!" she flounced. She slapped him, hard and stormed off down the corridor.

James stared and watched her disappear towards the lifts. He turned and saw everyone staring at him.

"What?" he asked.

Most of them shrugged or muttered 'asshole' before shutting their doors.

James groaned. None of this was his fault! He slumped on his bed and began to recall the evening before……

Rosalie sat opposite James. James tried not to be obvious as he stared at her breathtaking beauty.

"Heyyyyy, I'm Jamiekins- um, James." Oh, great. Her beauty was scrambling his brains now. Worse, his voice sounded squeaky and nervous.

"Hi, James. I hope you'll help us settle in here at Cherub." She flashed him a dazzling smile.

"Yeah, I'd love to help you chettle in at Serub…uh, settle in at Cherub." Now he was making a complete idiot of himself. He attempted a friendly smile at his blonde angel, but it came out more like a grimace.

Gabrielle butted in. "Hey Rosalie, I just love your outfit. Are they designer jeans?"

James groaned. The girls descended into a girly chat about makeup, clothes and boys. This was not going well.

"Hey, James, isn't it?" The big muscly one, Emmett, said. He clapped James on the back, making him wince. Hell, he was strong. And hard, like rock. James felt puny and plain beside these godlike creatures.

Ah well, he figured. He had to get lucky some day. He turned to Rosalie.

"Hey babe, haven't I seen you somewhere before?" he attempted.

Emmett put a protective arm around Rosalie. "Yeah, that's why she doesn't go there any more."

The others could feel the testosterone building and decided to lighten the tension by laughing at James.

James tried again.

"Do you have a map? 'Cause I'm lost in your eyes, babe."

Emmett tightened his arm around Rosalie and glared at James. God, he was scary. Emmett wasn't the only one glaring at James, though. Kerry didn't look too pleased at his futile attempts to charm Rosalie.

The blond one, Jasper, tried to calm the others down, but Emmett still looked annoyed at James – unsurprisingly.

They finished dinner quickly and headed up to their rooms. The five newcomers had been allocated rooms on the sixth floor, so they all rode in the lift together. James was last out of the lift, behind Rosalie. As she turned towards him he placed a hand on her thigh and tried one last chat-up line.

"Are your legs hurting? 'Cause you've been running through my mind all evening – and oh yeah, I could always massage them better……" He smiled hopefully.

Rosalie's glare could have melted a steel bar. So could Emmett's. And Kerry's.

James had to have one last try. He gathered up enough courage to quickly put his arm around Rosalie and kiss her on the lips.

Bad move.

Emmett cracked his knuckles. "Right. That does it." He stepped towards James.

"Hey, how about we sort this out a different way?" Kyle tried to make peace. "How about you fight it out in the dojo?"

James grinned. With his advanced combat skills he was confident that he could beat Emmett. "All right. Now?"

Emmett's smile was even wider. "Bring it on, sucker." He flexed his enormous muscles.

Ten minutes later, James limped out of the dojo with a dislocated shoulder, a broken nose, and several cuts and bruises all over. Lesson learnt: never mess with Emmett's girlfriend.