You and James were close. Many people, including yourself, would call you best friends, but you'd never hear that come out of his mouth.

He refused to say that he even viewed you as a friend, but he always walked with you, hanging back behind you and glaring at everyone.

He was like a scary guard dog, but he'd never admit that he cared for you, that was just not who he was.

It was currently lunch, and you two were sat together, alone.

“Those losers are staring again.„