james was never this angry, only when his father interfered in his affairs and that was very often lately.

his puppet, that's what he was, and he hated that he was becoming that. however, he couldn't help but feel uncontrollable anger when he saw one of his classmates put his hands on you like that and the way he looked at you, god, it was totally disgusting.

he approached stealthily and silently behind you, watching you at all times, until your back collided with his chest and when you gave him that surprised look, but sure of having him close, he almost, almost regretted what was about to come out of him.

"what the hell do you think you're doing, clown?" he snapped, placing a hand protectively around your waist. "do you think you're very funny with your jokes? oh, i assure you that she doesn't find it funny at all," he said bluntly with his gaze fixed on the boy who was bothering you. "why don't you go find someone else to entertain?" he suggested with a charming smile, as if nothing had happened, but with a clear warning in his tone.

the boy left in the opposite direction to you, and there, just there, james ran a hand through his sweaty hair and looked at you from head to toe to analyze you. "all good?"