It Just Happened
By: HoMeSlIcE4LiFe
"Why?"
That one word was what had left me speechless. I stared at the boy with his messy hair and hazel eyes and realized, I did not know why. For once, in my life I did not know the answer. People always assume that when something is wrong, or something needs fixing, Lily Evans can figure it out. She is perfect; she is smart; she is sensible; she is honest. That is what people think of me. They think that I cannot be wrong.
But I am, all the time. The only reason they do not notice is that they are all blinded by this image of me that I just cannot do wrong. It is probably because that was what several people drilled into every one's heads. Professors. James Potter. They made it so the world believed it, so that even I believed it at times…
But, why? Why? Merlin, so many things were asked with "why". Why was the sky blue? Why did Sev really have greasy hair? Why was Dumbledore always smirking? Why did Hagrid think that deathly creatures were the sweetest things? And why? Why did I hate James Potter?
He had a head the size of a planet. It just happened to look rather nice on him.
He always ran his hands through his hair, making it look messy. It just happened to keep it out of the way of his deep hazel eyes.
He always had a cocky grin on his face, as if he could read my every thought. It just happened that he had a reason to be cocky.
He walked with a swagger that made him look drunk half of the time. It just happened that it also looked quite dashing the other half.
He talked to people as if he knew everything, especially what they did not. It just happened that he was helping them most of the time.
He never studied, nor paid attention in class. It just happened that he was still a genius.
He thought he was the best Quidditch player in the school. It just happened that he was.
He acted as if he had the greatest mates in the world. It just happened that he did.
He was perfect. That is what I hated him. He was perfect in the facts, that he had gotten everything he wanted; that he was always right; and that he knew exactly who he was. He was perfect and I could not stand it.
I hated him because I had to. I hated him because if I didn't, then who would? I hated him because I was not going to be the one who made life one-step better for the blissfully happy James Potter.
Looking at his face one more time, I saw he looked sad, concerned, and confused. At least I knew I had done my job.
He has always thought I was perfect. And now, when I look at his eyes I realize something. I have lied to myself, to him; I have been unnecessarily cruel; and I have been a horrible person.
He thinks I am perfect. It just happened that I was not.
He thinks I am in love with him. It just happened.
A/N: What would y'all think? Let me know by dropping a review. Sequel to come soon!
Love,
HoMeSlIcE4LiFe
Alex