The moment I set eyes on him, I thought he was a moron. He had done nothing, I had had no interaction with him and het my gut instinct said he was a moron. At the same time, on our first meeting, I fell for him. It was stupid really. I was sorting my papers for class and he identifies one of the papers as the ones used in my old school. And that was it. One simple observation that ruined my whole life.

I didn't want to come to this school. I didn't want to have to start over, make new friends, gain the trust and respect of my teachers. I had no particular desire to do so either. Especially the former part. Why should I attempt to even make small talk with people who were snobs and sluts? And I definitely did not want to fall for somebody in this school. no, I would spend these two years of my life as an island (I always wanted to prove that stupid saying wrong) and I would emerge unscathed from the experience and proceed with my life like these seven years had not happened at all. It was my destiny, my choice and I would live with it.

I was wrong.

Not only did I have to make friends but I also had to fall for him. Why was god doing this to me anyways? What karma was coming back to me? I pretended to be indifferent at first, friendly second. I couldn't avoid him because he was in my classes and sometimes I purposefully seek him out. He had a girlfriend, I never made a move at him. I never even gave him or anybody the slightest indication that I was interested in him. How could I lower my walls and let him enter? I had promised myself that I wouldn't let this school have an impact on my life. But, oh boy, it did. And how!

I will not say that these years sucked because I made some pretty awesome friends. Ones that I never thought I would ever make. And when one of my friends fell for him too, I was happy for her. I pretended to not like him but I wasn't going to take away my friend's happiness. And then he went ahead and called me a bitch.

I don't even remember that day any longer. I tried so hard to erase it from my memory. How could he do this to me? And the worst part? I hadn't gotten over him. Come to think of it, he wasn't even attractive. He was just the nice guy, or one who pretended to be the nice guy. That is why my friend fell for him; the other had already fallen and gotten over him earlier and the third thought that he was the perfect everything – perfect son, perfect brother, perfect boyfriend and would make the perfect husband.

I was the only one who did not concur with her. They knew, of course, what he had done but didn't think it was a big deal. Nor did they realize the extent of damage it had done to me. I felt nauseous and self – conscious in public. Afraid that somebody would comment on how stupid I was or how ugly and fat I looked and I would never be able to get over it.

But I forgave him. Not because I have a generous heart because I didn't want to waste any more time ignoring him and losing the opportunity to get to know him. So I put the incident behind me though I never forgot it.

And then came the day he complimented me. It was the farewell party and perhaps the only time that I had taken an effort to dress up. I normally eschewed social functions but I decided to attend the farewell party. It was 3 months before our graduation. I did not have a date. My friends and I were going to go as each other's date. I was happy and looking radiant in a pretty turquoise fabric dress.

And he said I looked good today. Not beautiful, not pretty. Good. And all my feelings came rushing back to me. I did not know how to respond so I told him not to be sarcastic today. Of all the responses I could have chosen, this was the only one that came to my head.

I was Lily Evans and head over heels in love with James Potter and he thought I hated him.