Disclaimer: I would not be writing this if I were J.K Rowling. I'm a fan of her books, and I do not take credit for the creation of the characters.
(Introduction)James has everything he desires, the popularity, the marks, the friends, and the girls. What gives?
Lily Evans. Those two words meant so much more to him, than you could imagine. The only girl at school who gave him frosty glares instead of flirtatious smiles. She spends all her time caught up reading books instead of chasing after him like the rest of the female population. What is more important, his gorgeous grin or a stupid stack of papers bound together? Apparently she chose the latter.
But she doesn't matter to him; she's just an insignificant bookworm. He's got other girls on his mind that will give him the attention he wants. Yet, somehow after all the years, he just isn't satisfied.
James Potter always gets what he wants.