Disclaimer: I thank Stephenie Meyer for sharing her characters but I do not own them.

Stalker

Drug Bust Out Take

James Point of View

"Fucking Hell yea!" I screamed into the empty room. My room mate was out with some dumb hoe and I had Rosalie fucking Hale on her way over in just a few short fucking minutes. I was going to pound that bitch until she lost her voice from screaming my name.

I was so excited that I was slightly worried about releasing on myself as I counted down the minutes to her arrival. Thirty eight minutes left, I told myself as I walked around the room lighting candles. Chicks digged that shit and I wanted to make sure that everything was perfect.

I glanced over at my bed making sure that the sheets were pulled back in case we made it that far. I couldn't believe she told me to be naked when she got here, I mean damn, I new the girl was probably a freak…but I did not expect that. It's a good thing that I never went out with that dumb ass broad Bella. She's probably into whips and shit.

I anxiously crossed my room one more time making sure that my room mate didn't leave anything out like some girl's panties or some shit. He was a stalker like that, keeping lingerie and shit as a prize, whooptie fucking do you screwed another slut.

I rolled my eyes and decided to go ahead and get ready early. I stripped out of my clothes and admired my figure in the floor length mirror. I could see my excitement grow as I knew Rosalie would be getting here soon.

I wasn't worried about that punk Emmett, I could take him, and obviously he wasn't doing something right if that fine piece of ass was on her way here. I could fix that for him though, she had an obvious itch for me to scratch.

There was a loud knock at the door and I smiled to myself. This was it big guy, don't fail me now. I jumped up and down a little bit wiggling my arms to make sure that I was loose for the evening.

Nothing like getting a muscle cramp while screwing the schools hottest chick. That would be fucking embarrassing. I walked over to the door and turned the lock, I couldn't hear anything on the other end and smiled to myself at the thought of the noises that were about to be coming from my room.

I almost wanted to call that punk Emmett so that he could come over and see how a real man does it. I placed my hand on the door knob and turned it slowly before swinging the door open and bracing my self on the frame for her onslaught on kisses.

I was unpleasantly surprised when it was not Rosalie who stood on the other side of the door. My big guy shriveled and I threw my hands in front of my self to keep the people in the hall from staring. There was a cop standing in the fucking door way and he had attracted quite the fucking crowd of passer biers. This was not good.

"Son, could you put some clothes on."

I didn't even think straight as I raced towards my bathroom to grab my clothes that had been discarded earlier. What the fuck was a cop doing here? After I was dressed I blew out the candles in a hurry to meet the cop back at the door.

"Is there something I can help you with officer?"

The cop stuck his head slightly in the door frame and looked around my room. I had nothing to hide and the more I cooperated the sooner he would be gone, hopefully he'd be gone before Rosalie showed up. I did not want this to ruin my chances at scoring with her.

"Do you mind if I come in?"

I angled my body to let the officer in the now cramped apartment. This had better hurry the fuck up. What was he doing here anyways? The cop walked into the room and glanced around before clicking on to his radio attached to his shoulder and barking out some sort of code. This is bull shit.

"Are you James Hunter?"

"Yes sir. Is there something you need, I am kind of expecting someone."

"Who are you expecting?"

"A friend."

"What kind of fun?"

"The kind of fun that doesn't involve you being here, if you catch my drift."

I smiled at the cop; this guy might not be so bad after all. He gave me a knowing look, and I'm glad I didn't really have to spell it out for him. Of course he was a man; he'd catch my drift before a woman cop would have.

"James, I am going to need to search the house. We got an anonymous call stating that you had drugs in the house."

"What? No way, I don't mess with that shit."

"And you don't invite underage girls over to have sex with you, now do you?"

"Hell no."

I was surprised, who the hell would call the cops on me for that? I kept glancing at the clock momentarily glad that Rosalie was running late for our rendezvous. I did not need her seeing or hearing these allegations. I liked a virgin just as much as the next man but I was not stupid enough to go for an underage virgin.

I just kept reminding myself that the more I cooperated the sooner this guy would be out of my dorm and I could get back to more important matters. Such as boning Rosalie. Her long blonde hair and her perfect ass were my only motivation to be polite right now.

"You have my permission to search everywhere, but please don't make a mess and if you could make it quick…I'd be very grateful."

I smiled at the officer hoping that he'd get a move on and get the fuck out. Good thing my room mate wasn't here, he was so fucking picky about people looking at his shit. There is no telling what kind of dirty porn magazines he had under his bed, the kid seemed like a real freak of nature.

I moved to sit on my bed and wait out this torture, it was coming to my surprise when more officers showed up and entered my dorm room. Why the hell they needed this many people I would never know.

"James, can we ask you to step outside?"

"Umm, sure, what's up?"

I walked hesitantly out of the dorm room with two of the other officers flanked at me sides. The crowd had grown in the hall way and I could feel the embarrassment as I looked out to see if any one of them were Rosalie. I didn't see her and trust me when I say she would stand out in a crowd of people.

I kept my voice level as the cops started asking me questions about room mate. I had no fucking idea what to answer them…his name was Sam or some shit like that. I only saw the guy briefly because he never stayed in one place for too long.

The guy came in once in awhile, grabbed some shit and left. So, that's what I told the officer. They were writing everything I said down on a small note pad. This had to be some sort of fucking joke, there was no way in hell that this could be serious.

I turned my gaze towards the crowd and my worst fear had now been confirmed. Not only was Rosalie standing looking oh so fucking divine but so were Bella and her precious fucking Edward. Great, hope they are enjoying the show. What the hell were they doing here anyways? I know why Rosalie was here but her tramp sister and company as well?

I sighed as I offered her a tight smile; fuck it, what's the worst that can happen. I started thinking of game plans in my head so that when these assholes left I could recover whatever it is I may have lost from this.

"Sir, could you please step over here and place your hands behind your head?"

"What?!? Are you fucking serious? What have I done?"

"You are under arrest for Intent to distribute illegal narcotics."

Not cool, not fucking cool at all. I went for the age old story and started trying to convince the cop that they had to belong to Sam, there was no way in hell they were mine. I didn't do drugs, well maybe a little here and there at a party. But I sure as hell didn't know that there were any in the room. I wouldn't have so willingly let the cops in if I had known that.

They didn't listen; I could hear laughter coming from a few feet behind me and as the cops turned me to leave the hall I saw that the laughter was coming from none other than Bella fucking Swan and Edward fucking Cullen. I hated them both with every fiber of my being. My precious and ever so sexy Rosalie was pouting slightly at me, I swear I saw humor in her eyes but surely she wouldn't see this as fucking funny.

The cops pulled me along through the crowd and as I brushed past Rosalie I swear she whispered 'could be worse' or some shit in my ear. I was in a haze as they took me down to the cop car. The parking lot was crowded as the cops were showing off there fucking evidence against me. Great, just fucking great. I was never going to be able to show my face at this fucking school again.

I swore internally and vowed that this would not kill my chances with Rosalie Hale. She would be mine, and I would be back for her. There was no denying our connection to each other. She was hot and I was hot for her.