CHERUB Campus RP

Chapter 3

Saturday 19th January 2012, 7.48pm

James looked in the mirror nervously. He wrang his hands and walked out of the bathroom into his room, and sat on the side of the bed. He didn't want to show up too early, but he was also really excited. And nervous.

He didn't know how we felt about Zana... she was funny, and nice, and she had a kind of wacky sense of humour but he'd gotten used to it. He realised she was rather pretty now that he had seen her with her hair combed and washed, and without the sleep-deprivation. He had basically spent 100 days of training purely with her. From Sparring and learning Russian to tolerating Pike and Kazakov's constant abuse and surviving for three days in the Malaysian jungle.

He buttoned up his shirt and looked at the time.

7.59pm. He figured that if he walked really slowly down the hall he might not be the first to arrive.

Maybe he shouldn't go... he was pretty sure Chloe didn't like him.

No, he would. Zana asked him too, and he had nothing better to do.

8.03pm

James knocked on the door of room 409, and waited about one millisecond before he heard a shout coming from inside.

"Oh, for Christ's sake its unlocked, just open the damn thing."

James did as the voice bid and opened his door on around seven kids in casual clothes sitting on a variety of bean bags and sofas. Chloe was straightening someone's hair, waving the straightening tong around wildly as she yelled.

As James said hi to everyone and sat down on an unoccupied part of the sofa. A few seconds later Zana burst through the bathroom door with a bottle of cheap bubbly in one hand and a portable MP3 player in the other. "Lets get this party starrrted!" She yelled and walked down towards the couch where she sat between James and another girl he didn't know. "James! You came!"

Before he had a chance to reply, the lights were abruptly turned on.

"Sup, welcome y'all to the humble abode and current residence of Misses Chloz Clarkey and Zanno Gaforina, to celebrate the second youngest navy shirt in all of CHERUB history, enjoy!" Chloe said as she popped open a champagne bottle and the foam spilled out onto the carpet. Cheers erupted from the ensemble before her and she was soon pouring out oversized portions of cheap bubbly.

It was still light, and James turned to Zana. He was just about to speak when Chloe leapt forward and grabbed Zana by the arms and dragged her towards the centre of the room.

James cursed his luck and walked over to the mini fridge and picked out a can of beer.

10.34pm

Zana stood out on the balcony with a can of coke in her hand. She was absentmindedly flicking a lighter, wasting the lighter fluid. "Fuck it." Zana exclaimed and tossed the lighter to the ground. She didn't notice the footsteps until James was standing beside her.

"Sup."

"Congrats on the navy shirt, you deserved it."

Zana put her hands on her hips. "And how would you know what I deserve?"

Hips. This time last year she was as shapely as a little boy, but now... Her breasts weren't big, but they were bigger. James would've dwelled ln it more but he was taken aback by her abrupt response. "I heard what you did on the mission and stuff, and you do definitely deserve it."

Zana blushed. "Thanks, really. Sorry, I'm a bit moody." She paused for a moment. "Hey, you know what, do you wanna get out of here? Like I know I'm like the host and I should be present at all times or whatever but I really need some air."