Disclaimer: I own none of the characters (the very few) that are involved in this story -coughbabblecough-. They all belong to the wonderful K.K.Rowling, who if she wanted to could swim in a pool full of money.
A/N: This came to me when my brother was being very… James Potter-ish. It's short and… you could say, sweet. don't really like it, but I posted it because, well, i like the feeling of having more than two stories posted. I know it isn't very good, but please don't flame it.
Enjoy! R&R!
So Just Tell Me
James Potter is the biggest prick in the whole world! I hate him so much!
Why does he have to be so arrogant and full of him-self?
He struts around school like he owns it, like everyone should bow down to him and do all his biddings.
He believes that if he gets good grades, is hot, and play Qudditch, every girl will love him and kill to go out with him. (Yeah right.)
He's rich, he's hot, he's smart, he's athletic, he's smooth. So? Really, so what? He's also arrogant, big-headed and he'll hex anything that moves. it disgusts me to no end.
He acts like he's the greatest man there ever was. But he's not even a man. He's still, at 17, an immature boy who pretending to be better than he really is.
But yet, everyone does love him. The younger students he hexes still cheer him on at Quidditch games and worship the ground he walks on; the girls he walks all over, flirting and complimenting them, just to get a good snog or get them in bed, they worship him too; the teachers even love him, letting him slide all the time without a detention when he breaks the rules.
But you know what I think? 'Damn him to hell.' He can go show off to people down there.
So just tell me one thing.That's all I ask.
Why did I say yes?