The door slammed in James face. The following whoosh of air sent James light blonde hair dancing, before slowly falling back into the messy hairstyle he liked to call his own. Closing his eyes and bowing his head, the CHERUB agent wondered once again why he'd even bothered to come to Kerry's door. He'd regretted it instantly. Lifting a hand, James slowly massaged the red welt on his cheek from where Kerry had slapped him. It hurt like hell. Turning around slowly, James wandered back to his room further down the corridor, painfully aware of the stares he was getting from other CHERUBS who were poking their heads out from their doors. He would have snapped at them for staring, had he not known that it had been his fault that Kerry's shouting had woken them up. And had he the energy he might have even thrown a punch or two.
Normally, he might have been angry at Kerry accusing him of cheating. Especially when it was false. Which this time, it was. Honestly. But Kerry's words had hit him hard. So the "stupid, ignorant and immature pig" made his way to his room, dragging his feet along the carpet. When he reached his door he pushed himself through, pausing to bolt it behind him, and sat down on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. After a moment or two of sulking, James felt a buzzing in his pocket. Pulling out his phone he unlocked it quickly and scanned the name that was flashing in his face. Kyle.
Knowing full well what the message would contain, James read the text.
Nice performance! That slap looked like a real stinger… Lol, no sex for Jamezies tonight!
Unsurprised, James threw his phone onto his desk, where it landed on the growing pile of homework he kept there. Kicking off his shoes and laying back on the covers, James closed his eye's and wondered, not for the first time, how he was going to show Kerry that he did have a heart. And that, no matter what happened and who came along, it would always belong to her.