Science class ended, but Emily felt she didn't learn much because Thomas kept flirting and teasing with her when the teacher wasn't looking their way. She had told him how her neck was hurting earlier and he insisted that he gave her a massage later. She thought if they both wanted to pass science, they'd better not be lab partners again.

"Come on, we need to get to our classes," Emily said even though she wanted to stay and have fun with Thomas. But he had history to go to and she had English.

"Alright, then. I'll see you later for you-know-what," Thomas grinned.

"For the last time, no!" Emily laughed. He's really not giving up on that massage. "I will see you later, okay?"

"Okay."

Meanwhile, Victor was in his class, feeling very frustrated with himself. He was on his laptop trying to hack into the site to delete the video for Emily and Thomas, but he couldn't break in. The security was too strong and he didn't think he should try anymore. The only thing he could do was report the video and the uploader.

What would he tell Emily? He didn't like that he let his friends down. He slowly looked to the right. James was still eyeing him funny, quickly turning away once he saw Victor looking back. What did he do to him?

After school was over, Victor told Emily to meet him in the parking lot. Thomas was also there.

"I really did what I could," Victor said.

"It's okay, Victor. We know you did," Thomas said.

"Yeah, thank you for trying," Emily said. The couple waved goodbye and walked slowly to Thomas' car.

"I wish I knew who filmed us," Thomas said.

"I do, too, so I can give them a piece of my mind."

Thomas couldn't help but laugh at that.

Emily looked at him as he unlocked the doors. "What's so funny?"

"That would be funny to see."

Emily pouted as she buckled her seat belt. What was so funny about that? People often said she could get pretty feisty when upset. And, boy, would she be upset after she found out who took that video and had the nerve to post it online. It must have been someone who didn't like her or Thomas, but who?

"What are you thinking about?"

"I was thinking that whoever posted it doesn't like us very much, do they?"

"I guess not."

They rode the rest of the home in silence. Thomas dropped Emily off at her house, but not without a quick kiss goodbye before heading home himself.

On the other side of town, Diesel and Diesel 10 were at their hangout: an old diesel works, hence their nicknames. Diesel 10 dropped out a long time ago, but he still remained friends with Diesel, who looked up to him. They were laughing over what Diesel did at school today.

"So, did Thomas get at you for posting it?" Diesel 10 asked.

"Nah, he doesn't even know it was me. I used a fake name," Diesel said with a satisfied smirk as he put his phone in his jeans pocket.

"Smart, real smart, D."

"Thanks." Diesel beamed.

"So tell me, D, his chick Emily, what's she like?"

"She's always answering questions in class when I'm there. She thinks she knows everything."

"Everything, huh..." Diesel 10 nodded as if he was thinking over something.

"Why do you ask?"

"I think I've got a mission for you."

Diesel looked at him. Just what was he up to this time?

Rosie lounged on her bed as she thought about what had happened today. She saw Emily and Thomas making out... gross. Not that she wasn't happy two of her close friends were in love and happy, but that didn't mean she wanted to see that. She'd text her later to see if Victor could delete the video and found out who posted it.

Her phone started to ring, snapping her out of her thoughts. She smiled when she saw James' picture pop up.

Hey. Can I come over?

Sure.

Rosie got up and went to her mirror and checked out her hair and clothes: a lavender pullover and matching sweat shorts. She always considered herself a tomboy, but she'd always go out of her way to look good for James. When she first met James, she didn't see that coming at all. They met through Thomas and they hit it off.

A knock on the front door made Rosie grin and went to open it, not trying to seem desperate.

"Hello, Rosie."

"Hello, James." Rosie let him in and they sat down on the couch in the living room. "So, I heard that you were mad about me holding Victor's hand today."

James blushed. "Where did you hear that?"

"Oh, honestly, James. I'm never the last to find out something. You were jealous, huh?"

"Don't be ridiculous. I was just..."

"Just?"

"Okay, so maybe I got a little jealous."

"I knew it, but it's a sort of habit I have, holding hands with people. I meant nothing by it."

"I know." James cuddled up to Rosie, tracing patterns on her bare thigh, making her giggle.

"That tickles," she whined, holding his hand so he would stop.

James thought she was adorable. He sometimes felt she was too good for him.

"James?"

He looked and saw a worried expression on her face. He smiled as he took her face into his hands and gave her a short, sweet kiss.

"Again," Rosie said.

James kissed her again as he slowly moved his hands down to her waist. Rosie wrapped her arms around his neck, fingering through his shiny red hair. James moaned at the feeling as he broke away from her lips and planted a kiss on her cheek, then her jawline, before starting on her neck.

Rosie knew that they couldn't stop after this point. She gasped as she felt a slight painful, yet mind-numbing sensation at the base of her neck. "J-James, bedroom, now."

James complied with no hesitation, lifting up Rosie and carrying her princess-style to her bedroom. He'll make sure she knows the effect she has on him is mutual.

Meanwhile, Edward, Henry, and Gordon were hanging out at Edward's house, but it was more like Gordon freeloading and Henry following behind. Henry always apologized for Gordon's behavior later, but Edward shrugs it off. It's how it's been for years.

Edward gave them both orange sodas before sitting down on the couch with on his own. "James, isn't with you guys?"

"No, we don't know where he's off to," Henry said.

"Probably with Rosie," Gordon huffed.

"Probably..." Edward sighed. His cell phone ringing snapped him out of Edward out of his thoughts. It was a video message from Bill. He had the urge to delete it without seeing what it was, but something told him to watch it. His eyes widened at the two familiar people on his screen. "Um, guys? You should see this."

"Is that..." Henry started, though he already knew the answer.

"You filmed them?" Gordon asked.

"No, Gordon. Bill just sent this to me," Edward said. "Apparently, this is being seen all over school."

"Poor Emily," Henry said.

"Poor Thomas, too, once she finds out," Gordon smirked.

Edward sighed. "I'll call him."

"I already know."

Thomas' reaction shocked all of them.

"You know?" Edward asked.

"Yeah, Emily told me. She had Victor to try and hack into it, but it didn't work out."

"What are you going to do? It's spreading all over school," Henry asked.

"Don't worry, Henry. If anyone can't handle it, that's their problem."

"Well, at least he's being mature about it..." Edward said.

"I learned my lesson. By the way, who do you guys think filmed us?"

"Mm... Diesel, maybe?" Edward asked.

"Or that Spencer," Gordon groaned.

"Do you remember seeing anyone from your right?" Henry asked.

"My right? I didn't see anyone."

"Henry does have a point. Whoever took the video was filming in that direction," Edward said.

"Why don't you just check the security cameras?" Gordon asked. Henry and Edward stared at him in disbelief. "What? Don't you know brilliance when you see it?"

"Thanks, Gordon! I didn't even think of that! I'll go and get Emily and find out right now!" Thomas said happily before ending the call.

"Did he say right now?" Edward asked, looking at his friends.

"That's Thomas for you," Gordon said.

Emily was completely dumbfounded after Thomas called and told her about checking the security cameras. And to think it was Gordon's idea. They'd decided to go first thing in the morning to Sir Topham Hatt and find out who did it, but Emily didn't like the fact that when Sir Topham Hatt watched the video he'll see them kissing. But Thomas said he knew of a way to watch the video and keep it the kiss a secret. She couldn't help but to think that Thomas would make things worse.

Rosie giggled underneath her purple bed sheets as James whispered something lewd in her ear. "My parents will be home soon."

"I'm about to leave."

"You're not even dressed yet. At least get dressed."

"Fine, but then you."

"You just want to see me naked again."

"Maybe I do."

"Alright, fine, but you first."

James got up and began picking off his clothes from the floor. He'd made sure Rosie could see him a little.

Rosie giggled. "James."

"Okay, okay, your turn," James said after he was fully clothed.

Rosie felt a little shy as she sat up in bed, holding her sheet to her chest. It's not like James didn't just see every bit of her body and not for the first time. "I'm about to, okay!" Rosie let the sheet drop and slowly slid out of bed, facing away from James. "My clothes are over there, aren't they?"

James smirked. "Yep."

Rosie knew there was a catch. Now she had to walk over there, but hey, why not have some fun. She walked over to James. "You like what you're seeing?"

"Very much."

Rosie bent down to pick her clothes off the floor in the sexiest way she knew how before putting them back on. She laughed at James before kissing his cheek. "You really have to go now."

"I'll see you, tomorrow?"

"Of course."

James gave her a quick kiss. "I love you, Rosie."

"I love you, too, James." Rosie smiled long after James left. I guess I see where Emily's coming from, she thought. The right boy can make a girl feel lots of things, but if happiness is the most, nothing else seemed to matter.