A/n- So here's my alternative generation three idea, with some character based off of me and my friends. I hope you enjoy it :D

James groggily half-opened a eye as the soft tones of a Doctor Who track from the most recent series emitted from his phone. Without even looking the boy reached over and switched the alarm off and closed his eyes again. He had half an hour before his second alarm went off and he knew that he wouldn't be able to get anymore sleep but he just liked to stay wrapped up in his warm cocoon of a duvet. Sure enough, half an hour later and the sixteen year old boy was jerked awake by the rude and loud sounds of Samual Jackson, 'say what again! I dare you, I double dare you motherfucker! Say what one more goddanm time!' Over and over again the words repeated themselves until James reached over and ended the alarm. Groaning to himself the boy got out of bed and made his way over to his ensuite bathroom and his shower.

Ten minutes later and he stepped back into his bedroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. He started to dry himself off, his eyes catching the scars on his chest momentarily and freezing his movements briefly. Shaking himself out of the past James proceeded to get dressed, as he headed down the stairs he caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror and grinned for the first time that morning.

He was a handsome young man with a mess of unruly brown hair and clear blue eyes. He was about average height and had a good build despite his dislike of sports. Today he's opted to wear a pair of black pinstripe trousers, a black shirt, a vibrant red bowtie and a deep purple waistcoat with a fobwatch chain visible. He wore black cowboy esque boots which added a couple of inches to his height. Most people would call his dress sense weird, but he preferred original boarding on old fashioned.

Downstairs and his dad was already eating breakfast, opposite him was laid a bowl of weetabix. James nodded his thanks and sat down in front of the bowl and started to eat, the meal carried on in silence although his dad kept shooting concerned, nervous glances his way. Once his bowl was empty James stood up and moved towards the front door, grabbing a jacket and trilby.

"James! We should really talk about...you know..."

His dad called after him, concern evident in his voice. James froze, his hand on the door handle.

"We really don't!"

He stated simply before leaving the house.

Outside the boy was confronted with another sixteen year old boy, leaning against his garden path gate. This boy was similarly brown haired with brown eyes. He was clothed in a pair of jeans and blue Fred Perry T-shirt. Over the top he wore a black leather trench coat like the ones seen in the Matrix movies. As he saw James approach him he snorted in amusement.

"When are you gonna stop dressing like a fucking weirdo!"

James came to a stop in front of him, both their faces as serious as hell.

"Probably when you stop being such a queen!"

James shot back, there was silence for a moment then they both cracked a smile and hugged each other.

"How you doing Mark?"

James muttered as the set off down the street. Mark grinned and took out a lighter and a packet of cigarettes out of one of his pockets. He passed one to James and lit the other one himself.

"I'm all good thanks mate, how was your weekend? All ready for another fine week at college with esteemed Professor Blood?"

James laughed and lit his fag with his lighter; a zippo one adorned with a number of strange symbols.

"Oh fuck off mate, it's a fucking bore dealing with the arse. How you convinced me to run for student president I don't know."

Mark put on a thoughtful expression.

"Hmmm maybe because I knew it was your sorta thing, plus I knew it'd drive you crazy becoming the authority you hate! Anyway you and Blood seem to get on like a house on fire."

"It's all a matter of treating the fucker right is all. So, how'd that date go on Saturday?"

James glanced to the side as he asked the question, catching his best mates eye and smirking slightly. Mark smirked right back knowingly.

"Oh you know, the usual."

"You fucking man-slag! I'm amazed we don't trip over all the bodies of all the guys you've fucked."

Mark just shrugged and took another drag of his cigarette.

"Whatever, your just jealous I get some and you don't."

"Not for long mate, not for long."

Mark looked at James in surprise.

"What? Has little Jamesy boy got a girl on?"

James laughed and shook his head.

"Nah, but I got a good feeling about this week. Something's gonna change us this week! Something good!"

As James and Mark reached the steps leading up to Roundview James looked up at the building as he finished off his cigarette.

"What a fucking dump!"

He muttered as he flicked the fag away.

"Yeah. It really is."

Both the boys jumped in fright as strange, sensual, quiet voice floated towards them.

"Jesus Christ! Jo, how many times have I told you to stop doing that!"

Mark muttered angrily at the girl who was stood behind them. Jo shrugged as she smoked her cigarette.

"Dunno, how many times have I ignored you?"

She shot back and soon both she and Mark were pseudo-arguing. James chuckled to himself as he watched them, he knew they really didn't mean it, Jo had always been there for both of them and they owed her a lot. As usual she was dressed as darkly as possibly, she really did live up to the gothic/emo stereotype sometimes. A thin girl with long pitch black hair and brown eyes so dark they were almost black. The black lipstick and eyeliner she wore really stood out against the extreme paleness of her skin. As usual she wore a long sleeved top, black skirt and fishnets, finishing it all off with a pair of black vans.

"Come on guys, lets get in before the bell goes eh?"

James finally cut into the two's little argument as he started up the steps. They both nodded at the boy and headed up after him, the argument now forgotten and them now talking about their weekend.

"Oi! Jo, put that fucking fag out would ya! You know the rules! Unless you fancy sharing it with me?"

A thick Irish accent shot out from the front of the class room as the trio entered the room. Jo shrugged and stubbed the cigarette out against the wall and tossed it into the bin. James chuckled again and made his way over to a desk, slumping in it.

"Well morning to you too Keiren! How was your weekend? Wife give you hell again?"

Their form tutor chuckled and nodded.

"Yeah you better fucking believe it James, you know how women are, and I have to live with three of them."

"Oh yeah, your wife's daughter and her girlfriend, fun times for you then."

James laughed as Keiren just groaned and gave James the middle finger. The politics teacher was the only teacher in Roundview that James had the time for, he obviously knew that his job was mainly to just be a minder and he'd seemed to have given up on teaching a long time ago. All of that just made him a laugh to be with. James heard the door swing open and a bright little blonde burst into the room.

"Hey up Roxy!"

The trio of teenagers greeted the blonde haired, who grinned and sat herself down next to Jo.

"Hey up guys, Jo! Hows everybody?"

As the other three started talking James tuned them out slightly as he looked at Roxy, she was Jo's best friend, had been since they were about six or seven, and completely different now in appearance and personality. While Jo had moved off into a very dark style of dressing and music Roxy had just turned into a ball of light, bright everything, clothes, outlook. Despite all that those two were mega close and nothing would come between them James was sure.

"Err what did you say? Sorry"

James said as he realised Roxy had said something.

"I asked whether you'd had a good weekend."

"Oh, it was ok thanks, same old same old ya know."

"Hmmmm."

Roxy eyed him in concern.

"So, where's Alex?"

James asked, causing Roxy to let out a laugh.

"He's broken his leg."

"Again!"

Both James and Mark burst out at the same time, Alex was James's last close friend and one of the most accident prone people he knew. Roxy just nodded, trying to remain solemn and serious but quickly losing it and laughing, even Jo allowed her teeth to make an appearance in a rare full on smile.

"Yeah, he was messing about when he was supposed to knocking a garden shed down, it sorta collapsed on him."

As one the four friends burst into peals of laughter.

"Ahem!"

The friends looked round and quickly shut up as they saw Professor Blood in the door way.

"Professor Blood, charming to see you as always."

James stated sarcastically, earning a frown from the headmaster.

"Yes, well...James, I'd like a word if you please."

James sighed and stood up.

"I doubt it'd please me."

He muttered under his breath as he nodded farewells to his friends and followed Blood out of the classroom.

"So what's up?"

The teenager asked as they started walking towards his office.

"Well, to put it simply, we have a new pupil here at Roundview and I want you to look after her."

James pulled a face in annoyance.

"Why me?"

"Because your the student president remember and, as little power as you do actually have, I believe this should come under your responsibilities."

James groaned in annoyance as they reached his office.

"Fine!"

"Excellent, I'm sure you'll just fine. Just one thing James."

Blood's voice turned even more serious and he threw an arm over the door to stop James from entering.

"This girl is Russian and has only recently moved here, so don't let this country down with any foolish nonsensery ok."

"Fine!"

James said before going into the room.

Inside there was a girl staring out the window, her back facing the room. From behind James saw that she was tall with ridiculously long legs and bright blue hair cut to just below her ears. She turned round as James and Blood entered the room. James was stunned by her, her face was unbelievably beautiful and she wore clothes which fitted her curves brilliantly. Her bright green eyes seemed to search over James's features before settling on his eyes.

"Ah good, now then James this is Katarina Ivanov. Katarina this is James, the boy who will be looking after you."

Katarina glanced at Blood for a moment before nodding. Blood clapped his hands together, his face beaming.

"Excellent, I'm sure you'll get along swimmingly. By the way James, she's in the same classes as you."

James just nodded and he, along with Katarina left the office.

"So...do you speak English?"

James asked as they headed toward the green as they didn't have a lession until ten. All James received was silence, he looked over at her and saw a quizzical expression on her face.

"I guess that answers my question...and my Russians shit really."

James muttered to himself as they exited the college and headed towards the green nearby. James stopped for a moment, lighting a cigarette and taking a drag from it.

"Right then, lets try. Zdrast-vwee-tye Menya zavut Dmitry ."

James tried, in his very poor russian to say that his name was James. There was silence for a moment before Katarina began to giggle before bursting out into loud laughter.

"Oh my, your Russian is very bad!"

Katarina said in a thick Russian accent, James almost dropped his cigarette.

"You can speak English!"

"Better then you can speak Russian."

"Then what was all that with not replying to me before?"

Katarina shrugged and expertly took the cigarette from James's hand, taking a drag herself.

"I wanted to see what you would do, be a typical dick and just ignore me or speak louder, or actually try to speak my language. You chose the better option even if it was terrible."

James's mouth worked rapidly up and down, trying to say something.

"Right."

He finally managed to get out. Katarina smiled at him as she handed him his cigarette back, the boy shook himself out of his daze quickly and smiled back at the girl.

"Right then, shall we go? You can meet some of my friends, after all if we're going to be together a lot, what with classes and stuff, I guess you should meet them."

"I would like that a lot James, thank you."

James shot her a smile before leading the way to the green.

"And then I said to him that if he didn't like it then he could have a go at my arse. After all I'm both a giver and a taker!"

James groaned as he heard Mark's voice booming from the green, this was just what he didn't need, for Katarina's first impressions of his friends to be dirty ones. The two teenagers passed a tree and his friends, apart from Roxy, came into view.

"Guys!"

James called out, causing Mark and Jo to look round at the pair.

"Hey up mate! Who's this?"

James saw Katarina cast a uncomfortable smile and look at the grass.

"This is Katarina, she's new here so Blood asked me to look after her. Katarina, this is Mark and Jo."

"Hello there, everybody. It is...nice to meet you."

James picked up on the hesitation and hoped that it was just due to language difficulty and not a dislike for his friends.

"Wow! Your Russian! Wicked! Nice to meet you Katarina!"

Mark exploded out, grinning.

"Hey.."

Jo, as usual, just acknowledged the Russian before turning her attention back to her fag. Mark glanced at Jo before jumping up to his feet.

"Ignore Jo, she's always like that. Nice hair by the way. So your stuck with James eh? I feel for ya!"

He moved forward and pulled Katarina into a hug, which, surprisingly, the girl returned.

"Is he really that bad?"

The Russian asked.

"Oh yeah, he's the worst!"

James gave Mark a playful punch on the arm.

"Fuck off you big queen!"

Mark laughed before sitting back down, joined by James and then Katarina.

"Nah, actually he's brilliant. Best person you could get as a friend."

James found himself blushing slightly as Mark complimented him, no matter how many times he'd been told by Mark how great he was he never seemed to believe it.

"So. Any plans for tonight?"

Jo asked, her fierce green eyes fixed firmly on James. The boy shrugged non-committally.

"Not really, why?"

Jo's lips twitched quickly into a smirk.

"The Rattlesnake, for Rattlesnakes."

James paled slightly and he shook his head while Katarina just looked confused.

"No, no way Jo! We've got college tomorrow! I've got a meeting with bloody Blood as well tomorrow."

"Oh don't be a fucking wimp mate! You've not been out since..."

Mark trailed off as he cast a glance at Katarina.

"In ages mate, you've not been out in ages. Come on!"

The Russian lent forwards slightly, once again taking James's fag.

"I'm sorry, but what is Rattlesnake?"

James faced the blue haired girl, a hesitant expression on his face.

"The Rattlesnake is a club. In fact it's The club of Bristol. And Jo's dad just so happens to own it and run it. Rattlesnakes are the 's signature drink, shots of some kind. None of us but Jo knows what's in them."

"And she refuses to tell us, but they are guaranteed to get you hammered quickly."

Mark cut in, stubbing his cigarette out.

"So what do you think Katarina? Up for it?"

Katarina glanced at James for a moment before taking a drag from his cigarette.

"Why not, it might be fun!"

James sighed, he really didn't want to go as he always did stupid things when he had Rattlesnakes. He glanced at Jo, catching the knowing glint in her eyes. He frowned again, neither did he particularly want to go out at all, but if he did go out at least he'd be with people who loved him, and Katarina of course. She was stunningly beautiful and maybe there was a slim chance she'd agree to a date.

"Oh ok then!"

"Ace!"

Mark exclaimed, punching the air.

"Right then fuckers! I'll see ya later, I've got lessons to go to and guys to have fun with."

With that he leaped up and started off.

"Slag!"

James called after him, causing Mark to look over his shoulder, a grin on his face.

"Ah true, you still love me though!"

James shook his head slightly and addressed Katarina.

"He's gay, in case you didn't pick it up and a bit of a man-whore."

The russian let out a laugh, passing the fag back to the boy.

"Yeah I guessed, seems like a lot of fun though."

"Oh he is that."

James fished into his waistcoat pocket and extracted a golden fobwatch, which he popped open.

"Whoops, time for us to go."

Katarina nodded and stood up with James.

"We'll see you later then Jo?"

"Looks like it."

The girl stated simply. James smiled at her before heading back towards the college.

"Is Jo...ok in the head?"

Katarina whispered as they walked. James let out a little chuckle at the girl's question, feeling Jo's eyes still watching him from where she was sat.

"Definitely not, or last least she's fine officially. Unofficially, she's probably absolutely mental, she's harmless though."

James smiled convincingly at Katarina, wishing that he actually believed it.

James moved in front of his mirror, checking his appearance. He was home now, the rest of the day had carried on rather mundanely, however Katarina had turned out to be a right laugh and the boy really enjoyed being in her company. She was coming to his first and then they were both heading off to meet the rest of his friends at the Rattlesnake. He adjusted the collar of his shirt and checked himself out, he'd chosen a red and black shirt and just some black jeans. He rubbed his chin, feeling where he'd shaved and feeling the aftershave he'd applied. He looked as good as he could. As he headed downstairs he stopped as he came to a shut door. He reached out and pressed a palm against the cold wood, feeling the grains of it.

"Mum."

The brown haired boy whispered, closing his eyes in anguish. He was jolted out off his thoughts by the doorbell going. He quickly bounded down the stairs, beating his dad to the door.

"I've got it dad!"

He wrenched the door open and almost fainted. Katarina look amazing; she was wearing bright blue short dress which complimented her hair perfectly. James had to resist from glancing down at the girl's cleavage, which he'd seen to be rather impressive.

"Hey up Katarina! You found the house ok then?"

He asked as he let her in.

"Yes thanks, your directions were most adequate."

James smiled before turning his head to shout after his dad.

"I'm going out dad! Don't wait up!"

With that he and Katarina left the house, although James managed to make out the sound of his dad dropping something in shock.

The two teenagers walked in silence for a bit before James glanced at Katarin.

"So, what did you think of my friends today? You've not met Roxy or Alex her boyfriend yet, you'll meet Roxy tonight though."

"They are very nice thanks, Jo's a little..."

Katarina trailed off uncomfortably, causing James to laugh, this was most people's reaction to Jo and he was used it by now.

"Yeah I know what you mean, you get used to her though. She's interesting to be with, plus she gets all our, ahem, not quite above board stuff for us."

Katarina smiled and nodded, indicating that she understood.

"So this club? You don't like it?"

James sighed a little.

"No, I do like it. It's just...the Rattlesnakes we have there...there not like anything you've had before. They make me stupid things...really stupid things..."

James trailed off, leaving the rest unsaid.

"Ah I see, but it will be fun yes?"

James laughed and nodded.

"Oh it'll definitely be that. Why did you move to England by the way? To Bristol of all places!"

Katarina looked uncomfortable for a moment before replying.

"It was my dad's work, they needed him over here for a special job of theirs."

"What jobs that?"

"Nothing interesting, lets not talk about it!"

Katarina replied quickly, James looked over at her curiously. How interesting, he thought to himself.

"You fucking came mate! Brilliant!"

As soon as the two teenagers entered the club James felt himself engulfed in a strong hug from Mark.

"Yeah I came, I said I would didn't I. Roxy, this is Katarina. Katarina this is Roxy."

James introduced the two girls, who smiled at each other.

"So your James's little Russian project eh? Nice to meet you!"

Roxy grinned, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes as she glanced at James. He groaned inwardly, he'd could never get anything by that bloody girl.

"Where's Jo?"

The boy shouted over the music as he and Katarina slid into the booth facing the dance floor.

"Here."

A voice spoke from out of the darkness of the club and Jo appeared, a tray of shot glasses on one hand. James groaned; Rattlesnakes.

"Katarina, allow my to introduce you to a Rattlesnake."

He plucked one off the tray as Jo set it on the table and held it up for the russian to see. At first glance it looked just like a ordinary shot of Vodka or Sambuka but as you looked at it different colours split from the clearness, mixing and twirling together. The end result was an amber coloured liquid akin to a Rattlesnake's eye. He passed it to Katarina and picked one himself.

"To getting fucked up!"

Mark exclaimed before tossing the liquid of his shot down his throat. The rest of the gang similarly echoed his sentiments and downed their shots. James looked at Katarina who caught his eyes and smirked.

"Dlya polucheniya oblazhalsya"

She stated before downing her drink and slamming the glass down. James sighed and downed his as well. Almost immediately he could feel the drink working it's way through his body, affecting him. Everything instantly felt better and he could feel a surge of confidence rushing through him. Katarina was gasping, still holding her glass in her hand.

"You ok?"

James asked her, having to shout over the music. The russian nodded as she glanced at James.

"Yes, I am fine. Your right, nothing like anything I've had before."

James laughed before extending a hand.

"Care to dance?"

"Love to!"

"Hey."

James looked round towards the source of the voice; Jo.

"Oh, hey Jo."

James muttered as he extracted a cigarette from his pocket. He'd left Katarina inside with Mark and Roxy, dancing their arses off. He lit the fag before checking the time and groaning, it was already two in the morning.

"I knew I shouldn't had come out Jo, for fucks sake it's gone two in the morning and we have college in a couple of hours."

Jo shrugged, stepping out of the shadows and into the light given off by the smoking shed.

"So, don't worry about it James, it'll all be ok."

"Easy for you to say."

James grumbled, taking a drag from his cigarette.

"So. Katatrina seems nice, really nice."

"No! You leave her alone Jo! This time you don't mess things about!"

James shot at the girl, who's eyes narrowed as she stalked towards him.

"What's wrong James? Being back here bringing back memories?"

James swallowed nervously, yes he was remembering the last time he'd been here, this drunk as well.

"I might be..."

He trailed off causing Jo to smirk.

"I know you are, we had a good time didn't we."

"No! Jo, don't do this ok! It was a stupid drunken mistake!"

A knowing glint entered her eyes and Jo pressed herself lightly against James.

"I wasn't drunk though."

She whispered in his ear, causing him to groan, and nipped at it. He shook himself out of the haze which had been falling over him and pushed Jo away.

"Jo! I don't care ok! I was drunk and depressed! For fucks sake you took advantage of me! I'd just got out of hospital! Things were still fucked up for me and you took advantage!"

"But you enjoyed it didn't you!"

Jo shot back, her dark eyes getting even darker if that was possible. James shook his head, he couldn't deal with this right now, he started back towards the club door.

"You used me Jo! Now, you leave me the fuck alone!"

He hissed at her in anger as he passed her before re-entering the building.

James and Katarina stumbled home, drunk but happy. After James's little incident with Jo he'd kept away from her as best he could, surrounding himself with Mark, Roxy and Katarina. Sure Jo had been there but there was always someone between the two of them. He'd also gotten incredibly drunks, as had everybody else.

"So...this is your h-h-home?"

James asked as they came to a stop outside a large three storey town house.

"Yep, my little piece of...of...of Russia."

"It-s nice!"

James exclaimed, grinning stupidly at her. She grinned back, getting a key out of her bag.

"See ya tomorrow then Jamesey boy!"

"Yep in deed, guess so!"

James hesitated for a moment before swooping in and planting a soft kiss on Katarina's lips. After a moment the girl returned the kiss, James felt like he was in heaven. Her lips felt so soft and gentle, and tasted exotic. They pulled away after a moment, both not looking at each other.

"Bye then."

Katarina muttered before entering her home. James stood still for a moment, processing things before a wide smile spread over his face. He started walking home, stumbling every now and then. His phone buzzed as a text message came through.

Fucking gr8 nite m8! Cya at RV tomorrow! X

Markirino!

James laughed as he read the text, Markinrino, the nickname Mark had been trying to get people to call him. Of course nobody did because it was a fucking terrible name. He growled slightly as his phone vibrated again.

Hey, had brilliant time tonight. Glad you were picked to look after me. And a perfect end to the night ;) xx K

James grinned as he read the text, he didn't know when he'd given Katarina his number but he was glad he had down. He looked up in surprise as he realised he was home. He let himself in and stumbled up to his room, collapsing in his bed, a happy smile on his face.

Things were definitely getting better.

A/N-So what did everyone think? Before you all say it I know that Roxy and Jo are very similiar to Effy and Panda but I actually do have friends who are like this, go help me! Anyway, those are most of the main characters now, you still have Alex to meet and there is a 7th character who has yet to be introduced.

I'm guessing most people cheered when Keiren made an appearance and the reference to Naomily? I'm not gonna lie there may be one or two Gen2 cameos :D And for anyone who's seen series five on TV I hope you picked up the little line from Mini's episode from Blood, I just had to include it, 'foolish nonsensory' Lol

Let me know which persons 'episode' you'd like to read next. I'm sorta just winging this at the moment.