He hated not knowing how he felt towards you.

It was absurd. When James met you, he knew he was bound to fall from grace just by glancing at you. To think that even now he was still in denial despite the signs being there, he couldn't bring himself to admit that he had fallen hard.

Just for you.

He wasn't taking any chances to risk his reputation at school. Or anywhere.

"Y'know, if you were a girl, you'd totally be my type" he muttered— lounging in your couch at your place. A bad habit he got of just showing up unannounced— this is basically his house now.

He's dated girls before, he's kissed them— he's gone further than that. Dates, hand holding, cuddles. But he never felt anything special compared to you.

He couldn't help but wonder— "Would you date me if I was a girl?" He would prefer if you were a girl. Or just one of you— one of you would be enough to be accepted socially maybe.