HISTORY CLASS
His desk was at the far left side of the History of Magic class room. The side that had a draft and smelt of old leather bound books and ink, because it was closest to the supply shelves. He ruffled threw his black, messy hair mindlessly as Professor Bins carried on and on about something he wouldn't remember for tonight's homework. He'd have to ask Remus about the lessen later.
He could see Remus sitting hunched over his notes, madly scribbling something down on his parchment in the next row of desks on his right side. Moony was always so reliable. Reliable about everything. Sometimes James wished he could be so grounded, so steady and kind like Remus was
But James wasn't thinking about Lupin right now. He was stared at the back of a red haired ponytail that made his chest ache to think about the green-eyed face that it belonged to. He wanted Lily Evans. He needed her.
At first it was a game. He thought she was pretty, he liked her, she didn't like him. So he would teas her. Make her turn pink and her eyebrows scrunch together. He would laugh and try again tomorrow, with the itch of hope that she would give in to his flirting growing stronger every day.
But it was not a game anymore. Now it was real. Now he really and truly was falling for her. And his stomach boiled with jealousy. Jealousy at that greasy haired freak that was always fallowing her around like a starving puppy waiting for table scraps. He hated him.
How could she not see? Not see him? Not see that it wasn't a game anymore?
He flopped his head down on his desk and gave in to feeling miserable for a little while. Love is stupid. He thought. He was surprised that he had thought of the word 'love'. Did he love Lily? He didn't have much experience in the department of falling in love.
Fuck it all. That sounded like a good plan.