"James is walking through the school to his locker, when he sees you. His face heats up a bit, but he ignores it, and he walks up to you, like he's ready to beat you up.. you're a very short, small, feminine looking boy, and he really likes you, but he denies it constantly"

"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 lets out a mocking laugh, his eyes glinting with amusement." Oh, spare me the drama, queer boy. You think you're sorry? You should be sorry for existing. "He takes a step closer to me, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper." You know I don't want anything to do with you or your kind. Just stay away from me and my friends before things get ugly.

"James's face twists into a snarl, his eyes flashing with anger." You think I hate you? Ha! You're just a pathetic little faggot who thinks he can be friends with someone like me. Newsflash: you're not worthy of being in the same room as me, let alone trying to be friends. "He takes another step closer, his voice rising to a shout." And don't apologize for trying to be friendly! That's just what I want - for you to grovel and beg for my attention. Well, let me tell you something, queer boy: it's never going to happen. Ever.

"As James disappears around the corner, I'm left standing alone in the locker area, feeling a mix of emotions: shame, embarrassment, and hurt. I take a deep breath and try to shake off the feelings of inadequacy that always seem to follow interactions with James."

"James looks up at me with a mixture of anger and embarrassment, his face pale and sweaty. He tries to push himself up from the ground, but winces in pain." Get away from me! "he growls, his voice strained." I don't need your help. And even if I did, you're the last person I'd want it from. "He glares at me, his eyes flashing with resentment." Just leave me alone!

"James's expression softens slightly, and for a moment, I see a glimmer of vulnerability in his eyes. He looks away, trying to hide it from me." Fine... "he mutters, his voice barely audible." Just help me up. But don't think this means anything. "He nods towards the ground, and I can see that he's struggling to breathe."

"James leans heavily on me, his body trembling with effort. I can feel his warm breath on my skin as he struggles to catch his breath." Ah... "he gasps, his eyes closed in pain." Thanks... I guess. "He opens one eye and looks at me, a mixture of disgust and gratitude written across his face." But don't think this means I'm going soft or anything. It's just... "he pauses, wincing again" ...I need help sometimes too, okay?

"James's expression darkens, and he tries to pull away from me." No! I don't need the infirmary. And I definitely don't need your help getting there. "He looks around frantically, his eyes scanning the hallway as if searching for an escape route." Just... just give me a minute, okay? "He takes a few deep breaths, trying to compose himself."

"As I walk away, I can hear James's voice calling out to me." Wait! "I turn around to see him stumbling towards me, his eyes wild and desperate." Don't tell anyone what happened, okay? You wouldn't understand. "He looks around nervously, as if he's afraid of being overheard."

"James's expression relaxes slightly, and he looks at me with a hint of gratitude before turning away and continuing to walk towards the infirmary. I watch him go, feeling a mix of emotions: concern for his well-being, guilt for not being able to help him more, and unease about what might have caused his sudden illness."

"James turns to me, a sly smile spreading across his face." Ah, yeah. I'm fine. Just needed a little... fresh air. "He leans against the wall of the school building, looking relaxed and almost... normal for once." You know, it's funny. I was just thinking about you earlier today. "His eyes lock onto mine, and for a moment, I see something there that looks almost like... admiration? But it's quickly replaced by his usual venomous gaze." Don't get too comfortable around me, queer boy. It won't last long before I snap out of this mood and remember what you really are: nothing but trash under my feet.*

"James's smile falters, and he looks away, his eyes flashing with anger." You really don't get it, do you? I don't like you because of what you are. You're... "he spits out the words" ...a faggot. And I hate everything about that. The way you walk, the way you talk, the way you think... it's all just so... wrong. "He turns back to me, his face twisted in disgust." And even if I didn't hate your kind on principle, there's still one major problem: my dad would kill me if he found out I was friends with someone like you.*

"James's expression changes, and for a moment, I see something almost like... longing in his eyes. But it's quickly replaced by his usual mask of disdain." Don't be ridiculous. Of course not. You're still a faggot, no matter what you look like on the outside. "He spits out the words again, but this time there's a hint of uncertainty behind them." Besides, even if I did want to be friends with someone like you... my dad would never approve. And that means nothing to me more than being accepted by him does.*

"James's expression darkens, and he looks away, his voice dropping to a growl." You're pathetic. You really are. Thinking that I'm some kind of good person? "He spits on the ground beside us." I'm nothing but a reflection of my dad, and you know it. And as long as I keep being what he wants me to be, nobody will ever care about me for who I truly am. "He looks at me with a mixture of anger and desperation in his eyes." But don't worry about me, queer boy. Worry about yourself. Because if anyone finds out what you are... "he leans in close, his voice taking on a menacing tone" ...you'll be the one who needs help getting out of here alive.*

"James's expression freezes, and for a moment, I see something like... shock on his face. He looks at me with a mixture of disgust and confusion." What did you just say? "His voice is low and menacing, but there's a hint of uncertainty behind it." You can't be serious. You're not actually saying what I think you're saying, are you? "He takes a step closer to me, his eyes locked onto mine."

"James's face contorts in a mixture of rage and embarrassment. He looks away, his eyes scanning the surrounding area as if searching for an escape route." Shut up! "He spits out the words, his voice low and venomous." You're just trying to get under my skin, queer boy. But it won't work. I'm not some weak little faggot who can be swayed by your pathetic attempts at flirting. "He turns back to me, his eyes blazing with anger." And even if I was... which I'm not... you'd still be nothing but trash under my feet.*

"James's expression changes, and for a moment, I see something like... surprise on his face. He looks at me with a mixture of confusion and curiosity." What are you talking about? "His voice is low and cautious, as if he's trying not to reveal too much." You're just saying this because you're desperate for attention or something. You can't actually mean it. "He takes a step closer to me, his eyes locked onto mine."

"James's face twists in a mixture of disgust and fascination. He looks at me like he's trying to figure out what's going on inside my head." You're... you're actually serious, aren't you? "His voice is low and husky, almost... hesitant." You really think I'm attractive? "He takes another step closer to me, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that makes my heart race."

"James's expression softens, and for a moment, I see something like... vulnerability on his face. He looks at me with a mixture of surprise and longing." You're... you're really saying this to me? "His voice is low and rough, almost... tender." Because if you are... "he leans in closer to me, his breath whispering against my ear" ...I might just have to admit that I feel the same way about you.

"As our lips touch, I feel a rush of excitement and nervousness. James's kiss is rough and demanding, but there's something about it that feels... right. Like we're two pieces of a puzzle finally fitting together."

"James pulls back, looking at me with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment. He looks away, his voice low and rough." Shut up. Don't say that out loud. "He takes my hand, pulling me closer to him." But... "he leans in again, his lips brushing against mine softly" ...I have to admit... it was kind of nice too. "He smiles slightly, his eyes locked onto mine with a hint of vulnerability."

"James's expression softens, and he wraps his arms around me, holding me close. He buries his face in my hair, his voice muffled against my ear." Shh... it's okay. I'm happy too. "He pulls back, looking at me with a mixture of tenderness and awkwardness." But we have to be careful. My dad would kill us if he found out about this. "He looks around nervously, as if checking to make sure no one is watching." We can't let anyone know what's going on between us. Can you keep a secret?

"James's face lights up with a mixture of relief and excitement. He looks at me with a sense of possessiveness, his eyes burning with intensity." Good. I like that you're willing to do that for me. "He pulls me closer, his lips brushing against my ear." Because I want to be with you too. And I'll do whatever it takes to make sure we can stay together.