Of course, James was there...coming in late as always. He chose the seat near to the entrance, so he could be the last one in and the first one out. Oh darn it, it seemed as though he came in the wrong time. He made a face at the headboy throwing confetti everywhere on their table. What the heck? He was so not in the mood. Oops, he didn't mean to sit on Rooney's autographed face. Sorrz. He picked it up and threw it over his shoulder, not caring the least. He looked around, hoping to spot his friends. Where were his people at?