A/N: So… How's it going, guys?
So, this is a story I had for a while now – I mean, we all write a nerd/bad-boy story at one point, right? And the revenge and stuff… It's a natural point, right? I hope so because I've been itching to write this for ages! Plus, I've always wanted to write a LilyxJames fanfic! I find the whole concept of them cute, and I also adore love triangles, so maybe I'll add one in… Oh yeah! The nerd is obvious, right? But the bad boy… Might not be who you're expecting :P Can we just remember that I suck at Maths, and so this first bit might seem a little… crappy. Sorry :3 OH YEAH! ANOTHER THING! Hehe, I was writing it and I thought 'oh! That's weird!' so basically, I'm calling Narcissa, Narcissa Malfoy, because she's dating Sirius & I thought it'd be weird to say, Narcissa Black, dating Sirius Black, you know? So she's Malfoy. Sorry :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way or form, because if I did then Lily and James would be alive and Remus and Sirius would be married and have gaybies (gay babies) by now ;)
ENJOY!
"So if you add x and y together, you get…" I trail off in hope that he's finally got the answer, and so when his expression lights up with understanding I think to myself, Good work Lily.
"It's the circumference, right?" He beams brightly at me. My smile falters and I bite my lip; damn it, why did I get my hopes up? And why did I even say yes to tutoring the 'lesser-minded'? - or as I call them, the Jocks. I mean no offence when I say that, it's just that they truly are Jocks – just like we have Cheerleaders, the Drama Club, the Eco-kids, and finally…
The Nerds. Yup, you guessed it. That's where I come in.
Meet me, Lily Evans, aged sixteen: Straight A's since the first year I joined this school, and renowned Maths whizz. Everyone – and I mean everyone – knows that I'm the person to come to if they need help with anything genius or intellectual, which is why I'm usually surrounded by people.
Not to say that I'm popular, though – far from it. I'm not the cliché type of Nerd who has no friends except from the ones who play card-battling games (because in my opinion that's just too far, even for a Nerd) but I'm not exactly Narcissa Malfoy either.
Oh, how I wish I was her – just like every other girl in this school, I guess. She has it all: beautiful looks, that bitchy personality that everyone seems to regard as being honest, and the hottest boyfriend ever. And who is that exactly, you ask? Sirius Black. Oh, even for an open Nerd like me, I know how drool-worthy that boy is. If he asked to go out with me, I'd definitely say yes!
But that'd never happen, because he's a Jock. And, despite what those cliché books and movies proclaim, Nerds and Jocks do not mix. It just doesn't happen. I can't even picture it! So I'm stuck with tutoring the dumb kids in hopes that someone will recognise my inner beauty.
Yeah, it's doubtful, I know.
"Lily? Lily?" The boy in front of me is prodding me incessantly. I glare at him for interrupting my thoughts, but then nod dutifully so he can ask his question. "Can't you just do my homework for me? I have a big game coming up, and…" He trails off. And you usually do my homework, is what he left off of that sentence.
I sigh. "Sure. But this is the last time, okay?"
But I know that's it not going to be. For as long as I harbour my (extremely cliché crush) on Sirius, I'm going to do whatever it takes for him to notice me. And if that that means doing the jocks' homework for the rest of my school years, then so be it.
But just in case you still haven't gotten it – I hate clichés. They infuriate me; they're never going to happen. I know I'm being a hypocrite, but it's just a wish – nothing more, nothing less. I wish that Sirius would fall in love with me, but he won't.
It's something I've come to terms with.
Just like how I've come to terms with the fact that Narcissa will never be standing in front of me, and-
"Excuse me?"
Dazedly, I look up, and then look down again straight away.
I think I'm dreaming. I have to be.
Otherwise… Narcissa Malfoy is standing in front of me. In front of me. And she's acknowledging my presence!
"Um… Hi?" I say, but it turns into more of a question. I'm so nervous… And when I'm nervous, I become really embarrassing. To myself, mostly. You'll probably see how in a minute.
Narcissa flips her blonde hair over one of her shoulders dramatically, before rolling her eyes and saying, "You're in my way, peasant."
I knew it was too good to be true!
"I-I'm sorry, y-your highness…" I stammer, my cheeks blushing brightly. That came out totally not on purpose! She just acts like royalty! "I mean, um…"
"Just move, freak, or whatever your name is." She hisses venomously.
I shuffle obediently out of the way, and she stalks past me quickly.
"I'm not a freak…" I offer quietly when she's gone. "I'm Lily… and I've been in your class for five years..."
Welcome to my life – which, to be perfectly honest with you, is pretty much the definition of 'cliché'.
