HE GOT THERE FIRST
When I saw her in his arms, I fell in love. Not with James (eww gross), but with his new girlfriend: Lily.
I was the stupidest bloke alive, and I knew it. Not only was I fantasizing about my best mate's girlfriend, but I had failed to notice her until she was already taken!
If only I had known that it would only take a cheesy little confession of the heart to win her over. If only I had seen her before as I saw her then.
She was beautiful, and she was out of reach. As I saw her run to James for the first time, I noticed the way her hair flowed behind her like the wind, and saw her eyes, big and bright, full of joy; I knew for the first time that she was the one for me. She was the only one for me, and I would have no other.
Since that day, James has questioned me about why I have never had a girlfriend, and I always answer that I just haven't met the right girl yet. I lied. The only thing I have ever lied about to James, are things having to do with Lily.
As I sit here alone in the Common Room, tears threaten my eyes. 'Why', you ask? Because that is what I am and will always be; alone. My parents have disowned me, my life is crumbling apart, and now without knowing it my best mate has taken the one thing I will ever love, and has asked me to be the best man. To witness the joining of the woman I love to a man that is not me.
What can I say; he got there first.
