Title: The Cold Shoulder
Rating: T
Character/Pairing: Lily/James
Summary: "Good." James opened the compartment's door and looked back at Lily. "I really did miss you this summer." He walked down to the prefects' compartment, leaving a very confused Lily behind. Written for daysandweeks' '5 Chapter Challenge' and xXStandingInTheRainXx's 'What You'd Never Write' challenge
A/N: Weird random fact, but the word cound for the first chapter was 754, while the word count for this chapter was 574 :/ All reviews get a very fun filled PM of the rough draft of this chapter (which was hell), complete with Swearing and utter enjoyable randomness! Anyway, please enjoy!

Lily was ignoring him, and he had no idea why.

James had finally thought that they were getting along. They would hang out and talk and laugh, but then Lily suddenly turned cold towards him. When he asked Mary about it, he found that she wasn't talking to anyone. When he tried to figure out what was wrong, he discovered that Lily was avoiding him (and everyone else) at all cost. She would leave class before he got a chance to talk to her and would go to bed just as he got back to the dorm.

Getting annoyed one day when Lily purposely ran off when he walked up to her, James knocked on her door. She had said that she was going to bed, but James could see a faint light through the crack.

"Lily?" When he got no answer, he unlocked the door and walked in. Lily was sitting on her bed, clutching a pillow and crying. She looked up at James when he entered and glared.

"I told you I was going to bed, James."

"Why are you crying Lily?" She avoided his gaze and looked down, not uttering a word.

James came closer. "We're friends now Lily. You can tell me."

There was a pause. "I don't want to be your friend, James. That's what caused this whole mess," She said forcefully.

He was shocked. Lily wasn't making any sense; how could their friendship possibly cause her to cry?

"Lily-"

"No, just leave, Potter," Lily spat out his name venomously. James took an involuntary step back. Hearing his last name leave her lips was like poison. Everything he had worked for was gone. James got angry.

"Lily, I'm not going to just leave! Tell me why the hell you're crying!"

She jumped up from her bed, stepping towards him. "I'm crying because you're an idiot, Potter. You and your stupid pureblood family and the rest of this stupid world!"

"Pureblood? You're mad at me because I'm pureblood?" James' fury was overwhelming. Lily backed down, looking ashamed.

"At least I'm fine with being an outcast," James said in a quiet voice. He left her room, slamming the door behind him. He thought that he heard another sob, but he was too angry to care.

Back in his room, his anger grew. Why the hell should he try to be friends with Lily anyway? She was a stubborn, arrogant snob.

James knew that he was lying to himself though. He shouldn't have argued with her; he knew that she was terrified of Voldemort, despite her saying otherwise, and he knew that she was doing this to protect everyone else. And still he got mad and yelled at her. He wanted to go back to her, to tell her that he understood everything, but he didn't. He had no right to, not after what he said to her.

So instead, he sat in his room, listening to the faint sound of Lily crying, readying himself for when she wanted to talk to him again.