'I'll have to rely on good looks and charm then,' James smirked, putting on his watch as they headed into the main hallway. 'What charm?'Lauren asked from the bottom of the front staircase. 'I've stepped in turds with more charm than you.' 'Took your time, didn't you?' Jake complained , as he opened the front door. 'I'm absolutely starving.' Jake was alarmed by the sight of three Hummers filled with soldiers pulling up outside. ‘Holy shit!’ he gasped, slamming the door shut.
'Kyle told me he's gay.' Kerry smiled a bit. ‘Well duh. Of course Kyle’s gay.’ Nicole looked away from the spattering bacon. ‘It took you this long to work out Kyle’s gay?,’ she said. 'He said he'd only ever told a couple of people.' Kerry smiled. ‘You must at least have suspected.’ 'No. Why would anyone suspect that Kyle's gay?' 'Well, dingus.' Kerry said. 'He's always clean and neatly dressed. Unlike most of you guys, his room isn't covered in disgusting pictures of half-naked women and nobody has ever seen him within five kilometres of a girl. I mean, short of walking around with a plaque on his forehead saying Gay Boy, how obvious do you want it to be?’ 'But I share a room with him,' James gasped. 'He sees me naked.' 'So what?' Kerry said. 'I've seen you naked.' 'Well, he's gay.' 'You think he fancies you?' Kerry giggled. 'I wouldn't flatter yourself.' Nicole turned away from the frying pan with a big smle on her face. ‘Come to think of it, I’ve seen him eyeing you up, James.’ 'Shut up,' James said. 'It's not funny. It's disgusting.' 'You think being gay is disgusting?' Kerry tutted. 'I thought Kyle waas your friend.' 'He is,' James said. 'But … I'm not comfortable with the whole gay thing.' 'Do us some bread, Kerry,' Nicole said. 'Bacon doesn't take long.' Kerry got the loaf off the cabinet and started buttering. 'You know, James,' she said, 'it must have been hard for Kyle to admit something like that to you. Especially when you're always calling people faggots and queers.' Nicole moved the pan off the heat and helped Kerry make up the sandwiches. 'I heard that one person in ten is gay,' Nicole said. 'So it's not that unusual. If you think about it, every football team probably has one gay player on it.' Kerry giggled. ‘I wonder who the gay one at Arsenal is? Actually, the big clubs have loads of players and reserve teams. There’s probably at least four or five.’ James stood up from the table and boiled over. ‘That’s not funny,’ he shouted. ‘There’s no such thing as a gay Arsenal player.’ Kerry slammed James’ plate on the table in front of him. ‘Sit down and eat that,’ she said angrily. ‘Kyle’s your friend, so you better be supportive. If you say anything that upsets him, I’ll show you the meaning of uncomfortable.’
"Holy shit!" James shouted, ignoring Kyle and pulling Amy into a huge hug. Amy’s older brother John stepped out behind her. "Quite the hunk!" Amy giggled, as she stepped back and looked James up and down. "Bit different from the chubby little brat that arrived on campus five years ago. I’d go as far to say you’re a catch, but the real question is, are you man enough to take me down?" Amy launched a fairly genteel Karate kick. James dodged it easily enough, but in doing so clattered into a plastic dustbin and skinned his elbow. Kyle, Amy and John cracked up laughing as James grabbed his wound. “Bastard arm,” he shouted. “Jesus.” “Sluggish response, low situational awareness,” Amy teased. “Looks like you’re still my bitch.”
“Lauren stood in front of James and barked an order. ‘Slap my face.’
‘Yeah, I’m really gonna hit you,’ James said, shaking his head with contempt.
‘I’ll show you I can take it,’ Lauren said. ‘As hard as you like.’
‘Give us a break, Lauren. You realise we could have lain in bed for at least another half hour?’
Lauren lunged forward, grabbed hold of James’ nipple and gave it a savage twist. James rolled backwards on to his bed, howling in pain.
‘What the hell did you do that for?’ he shouted.
‘Slap my damn face,’ Lauren shouted back.
‘You really want to see how tough you are?’ James raged. ‘Fine. Maybe I’ll knock some sense into you.’
There was a sharp crack as his hand hit her face. It was more painful than Lauren had expected, but she stifled her groan and toughed it out with a thin-lipped smile.
‘One hundred and seventy-four days,’ Lauren said. ‘Believe it.’
James grinned. ‘Will you be coming down to breakfast with me, or are you too tough for food as well?’”—Class A, page 225-6 | James and Lauren Adams
“You can’t stop fighting against something just because it’s difficult. That’s like saying there’s no point having doctors and hospitals because everyone eventually dies.”—Meryl Spencer | Class A, page 282 (Robert Muchamore)