Lily
Walking down the hallway is torture.
You feel like every single person is watching you, then again you feel like nobody notices you at all. Its a sort of strange paradox; but that's how everything feels these days.
My hair keeps flying in my face, but I don't feel the need to brush it away, its better to hide than to be noticed here. This school is a dream come true, but at the same time, a curse.
Another paradox.
He doesn't seem to not notice me, though. James Potter. The one who stares at me in class, the one who tells me I'm pretty in front of everyone, the one who says hilarious sarcastic things to me, and the one who is downright gorgeous.
He's trying to impress me. He's trying to make me laugh. But instead, his compliments are backhanded, they are embarassing. I always blush. I never know how to respond to his sarcasm, and he's so awful to Sev, I can't even look him in the eyes.
But I want to look at him in the eyes.
He has pretty eyes. They're an azure blue that seems to catch the light.
He's got a cute smile, too.
But he's mean, I need to keep reminding myself that he's mean.
No matter how mean he is, I can't help but smile at the fact that he likes me. He's so much different than Sev, he's so much shallower, but he's so funny. How do I know he's shallow, though? I don't. Maybe he's not. But for now, I need to tell myself he is. I can't let myself fall off this cliff, as much as I want to thrust myself off of it. I can't. For Sev.
He's a puzzle that I'm sure I'll never let myself solve.
