Disclaimer-
I own none of this, Not American idiot because that story belongs to Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt and Tre Cool ((green day)), Not Harry Potter, because that belongs to Ms J.K. Rowling. I do own my shoes though they are named Mike and spike.
I, James poter, am a self-proclaimed bad ass. Well not many people would agree with me but not many people know me either. To most of the teachers I'm a saint, with the exceptions of some late night wanderings and a few broken rules here in there, in the name of good fun. Yeah that's me a regular St. Jimmy, Yeah if I'm a saint I better be the fucking patron saint of denial (of any wrong doing that is).
I'm not what they think I am, or maybe I'm exactly what some of them think I am. I go thru girls faster then Mick Jager goes through his groupies. I drink and party my way through the summer holidays and wake up just in time to score the head boy position and top of my class marks. I'm a liar a cheat and worth my weight in gold on the Quiditch field. I James potter am a GOD.
Well at least to most people I am. There's still one girl I have yet to win over. One girl who has yet to fall for the old Potter charm, and that happens to be the only girl who has ever tripped me up. A regular little miss goody two shoes bookworm, frizzy hair, wouldn't know makeup if it bit her in the arse girl. I can't believe I can't stop thinking about her. It's like every time I think I'm going to win I lose. And I for one do NOT like to lose. So it seems my thoughts have given me a challenge. Time to win over Lil miss whatsername, oh yeah Evens, Lily Evens. Let the games begin so to speak.
A/n-Hi guys this will become funnier and much more random as it goes on, trust me! Yes i used modern slang and American slang in this ((and some of my own made up slang) but you know what? Artistic license rules!