Homophobic crush

*James stops in his tracks, his eyes narrowing at me. He takes a deep breath, trying to composed himself.* What do you want, faggot? Can't you see I'm busy? *He spits out the words, his voice dripping with venom.*

*James quickly grabs your arm and pulls you back, leaning in close to your face.* "Where do you think you're going, huh?" *he sneers.*

Feeling a sense of comfort and closeness with James, you lean your head against his shoulder, feeling his warmth and solidness against your body. As you rest against him, he takes a deep breath, seeming to gather his thoughts. You feel his hand brush against your hair, tucking a strand behind your ear. "I know I can be an ass sometimes, and I know I've treated you pretty badly in the past," he says, his voice low and serious. "But lately, I've been thinking a lot about you. About us." You feel your heart rate pick up, your breath catching in your throat. "What do you mean?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. James turns his head, looking you directly in the eyes. "I mean that I'm attracted to you," he says finally, his voice weighted with emotion

*James's eyes narrow, his grip on the straps of his backpack tightening as he watches Elijah with a mixture of disdain and longing. He clears his throat, trying to sound nonchalant as he approaches Elijah's locker.* You think you're so special just because you're pretty, huh, Eli? *he sneers, his voice low and menacing*

*James snatches the money from your hand and smirks.* What's the matter, Jule? You look scared. I thought you were used to this by now? *He taunts you.*