James Potter was definitely not perfect.
James was such a terrible kisser—not that I kissed him. I just know it is. His lips had such an abhorrent affect on me.
Or rather, his kiss would have had such an abhorrent affect on me if we kissed—but we haven't.
His gentle touch and caresses brought shivers to my skin and made my stomach feel awkward with a strange resemblance to butterflies. I think he's giving me the stomach flu due to his terrible kissing. And not to mention, his kissing always sends my head spinning like crazy; I get super dizzy and nauseous all because of him... am I getting sick?
I don't want to get sick! I hate feeling all icky and I don't want to miss any of my classes! NEWTs are coming up, and if I miss class, I might miss something on the test. And my life will be ruined if I don't pass it with all Os.
James is to blame for all of this.
I know it's stupid but that's the only possible logical explanation I have—that or I'm starting to fall for him.
That's ridiculous and the thought just makes me want to laugh.
Hahahahaha.
Hahahaha.
Haha—
Okay, maybe it is not so ridiculous and funny, but it's still impossible.
Now, back to things James Potter was dreadful at—his Quidditch skills.
When he's in the air, everybody stares at him and is simply petrified because it is probably the worst thing they've ever seen. I wonder how he made it onto the team and became the captain.
I don't know how he does it, but when he's in the air, I know he petrifies me too. Some people would mistake it for awe and adoration but I know better. I tend to notice him when he's flying because I like to see him and his terrible flying. And his hair is a mess and he is just bloody attractive—I blame the stomach flu. I think it's getting to my state of mind.
Did I mention how annoying he is. Every time he talks, my eyes advert to him, and I find myself staring at him in annoyance. It does not matter where he is in the room, but every time I hear him, I find my eyes staring at him for such a long time.
And I find myself observing him from afar, watching his every move... wishing that it was me he was talking to.
Merlin, what am I saying? He is perfect, but it's too bad I hate him—right?