Yay! I'm finally writing this story! I'm pretty excited, not gonna lie.

Okay, so just to let you know, I've already written down the first say 12-14 chapters in my notebook, its just a matter of typing it up and all that jazz. I've been on a road trip the past few weeks and I've been in the car for 48 hours total and had lots of time to write. Alright pleaaseee review. For all of you people that have written stories, you know you want people to review yours, so go ahead and review mine(: thanks!

Disclaimer: I know this may come as a shock to you, but I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters.

Here I go!(:

Chapter 1: Go Out With Me, Evans?

"Go out with me, Evans?" James asked for the thousandth time I can remember, accompanied by his most famous smirk.

"Hmm.. Let me think about the best way I can say this… No." I turned on my heel and left him standing there looking completely unruffled. I rolled my eyes at James and all of his immaturity. I can't believe how long he keeps up this game!

'This Game' is referring to where he continually bothers and pesters me by asking me out every other second. Where he tries to melt me with his oh-so-famous 'Potter Charms'. This has been going on for the past six years. Aren't you jealous? Can't the kid take a hint?

I hated Potter and everything about him. His arrogance, his bullying, his sarcasm, his hair and how it never laid flat, his intelligence, his amazing skill playing seeker, his conceit, his eyes, his smile, that annoying smirk, the way girls fell crazy all over him, the way he loved it.

The list could very well possibly go on forever. Just go ahead and ask my roommates and best friends. They never hear the end of it.

Speaking of best friends and roommates, James Potter has those too. They named themselves 'The Marauders.' Lame, right?

Sirius was, no doubt about it, Potter's best friend. If you had just met Black and Potter, you would have thought they were friends from birth. That enough could make me despise him. But also, if you just so HAPPENED to think that Potter was even a teensy bit cute (Though I can't imagine why), then you could very well say that Sirius Black was a total hottie, and he knew it, too. He was one of the most conceited people I have ever met.

Another member of the group is Remus Lupin. He is the most caring, sensitive, and basically the most amazing person I've ever met. Ironic, huh? Me and Remus had a thing back in the fourth year, but he felt bad about 'going behind James's back', so he broke it off. But I don't like him that way anymore, and he doesn't like me like that either, so it all works out. We're just really good friends. Just like the other Marauders, Remus is also quite attractive. Oh yeah, he's also a werewolf. No big deal.

The last member of the group is Peter Pettigrew. There's not really much to be said about him. He's just kind of… there. He has a sort of mousy appearance and spends most of his time daydreaming that he's as handsome as the rest of his buddies.

Together, they are the Marauders. The pranking, popular, troublemaking, talented, obnoxious, popular, Marauders. (Yes, I did mean to say popular twice.)

This morning, at breakfast in the Great Hall, the marauders decided it would be a good day for a prank. I was sitting with the rest of the Gryffindors at our house table, talking to my best friends, Alex and Mary, about Potter's latest attempt to get me to go out with him when there was a commotion at the Slytherin table. I looked over, (Along with everyone else in the whole school) and a feeling of dread rose up inside me.

I saw Severus Snape climb up on top of the table and start dancing uncontrollably. Everybody in the Great Hall was laughing at him, but no one as hard as Potter and Black.

As I looked into Snape's face, flushed red and close to tears, a pang of hurt ran through me. My feelings of Snape were very complicated. He had been my first best friend, the one to tell me that I was a witch. He was the one that came with me on the nerve-racking journey to Hogwarts that first year, he was there through thick and thin.

That was, of course, until he muttered that word. That one word that changed everything. "mudblood…" That word rang through my head once again just then. Even though the hurt of that incident was very real, and our friendship ended immediately, all of those feelings don't completely just go away.

Intense anger boiled up inside me aimed at James Potter. 15 minutes later, when Potter and Sirius finally removed the curse on Severus and he could stop dancing, Sev was in tears and I was WAY past my boiling point safe zone.

I saw Potter and Black, still laughing, leave the Hall, and saw it as a perfect opportunity. Without a word, I got up and stalked out of the hall after them.

I took deep breaths as I tried to calm myself down.

Lily, calm down. It's almost the end of the year. Come on, you can make it through. Caaalm down. Don't freak out. Stay calm. Lily Evans, you got it. Keep yourself composed, Lily.

And that's when I started yelling. "JAMES POTTER, YOU ARE SUCH A JERK! You are the biggest headed person I have EVER met! I cannot believe…" My rant went on for several minutes. Sirius was looking at the ground and shuffling his feet uncomfortably. Potter just stared at me the whole time, eyes wide.

When I finally wrapped up my yelling-session, I turned around and walked away before he got the chance to reply. As a second thought, I called over my shoulder, "Just stay away from me."

I glanced back, just as they were about to vanish from my sight, and I saw them standing in the exact places I left them in, nothing but pure shock on their faces.

Phew! I finally got through it! Well, pleaaaase review. If I made any spelling errors, or you have a better way to word a phrase, let me know! If you enjoyed any particular parts, I'd love to hear about it. If you didn't like some parts so much, let me know, but lets try to be nice! :) Thanks so muchhh!