Chapter 2 : Disbelief
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“If I found out that he likes me too, then I guess I would tell him that I like him.”
Lily only nodded, good now all she had to was find a way to ask Remus without being too indiscreet. Lily's thoughts were interrupted by James’ voice.
“Hey, Evans.,” he asked. “Where should I put this thing?”
“Right there is fine,” she replied.
“Her mom’s right over there with the car. She’s the one with brown hair, talking to that lady.”
“Cassie!” said Lily, before walking over to her mom.
She got to the car just in time to hear James say, “Hi, mom,” to the black- haired lady.
‘That’s James’ mom?’ Lily thought to herself. 'Well, they certainly do look alike; they both have black hair and hazel eyes.’
Lily heard James introducing himself to her mom.
“I was just helping Lily with her trunk,” he added.
“Well, isn’t that very nice of you,” said Mrs. Evans. “You can just put it in the back seat.”
'Did my mom just call Potter nice? Doesn't she realize that is James Potter, the one I hate?'
Obviously, she had not made that connection.
“He’s very cute, Lily,” Mrs. Evans half-whispered to her daughter.
“Oh, yes. He’s adorable,” Lily muttered. Neither Mrs. Evans nor Mrs. Potter caught the sarcasm in her voice.
Then, Lily turned to James' mom. “Hello, I’m Lily Evans.”
“Hi, I’m Jane. James’ mother.”
“It’s very nice to meet you,” Lily didn't see any point in being rude to Mrs. Potter. After all, it wasn't her fault her son was a jerk.
James walked back over to the women. “Your trunk’s in the car, Lily.”
“Thanks,” she mumbled.
“Well, James, we should get going,” Jane said.
“Okay,” James turned to Mrs. Evans. “It was nice meeting you.”
“Same to you, James.”
Jane turned to Lily. “I look forward to having you over this summer.”
“Yeah, sure,” Lily said politely.
After saying goodbye, Lily and her mom walked to the car.
“James seems very nice,” said Mrs. Evans as she started the car.
“He is not nice,” snapped Lily. “He was just pretending to be nice. The only reason he was carrying my trunk was because I didn’t want him to. And if he thinks I’m going over to his house this summer, he’s got another thing coming-”
“Uh, Lily-” her mom began, but Lily continued with her rambling.
“I just can’t believe he had the nerve to tell his mom that I would be coming over-”
“Lily, James had nothing to do with it,” this time she got her attention
“You are going to stay at the Potter’s for most of the summer.”
“What?! Why?” Lily asked incredulously.
“You're aunt is very sick, I am going down to take care of her.”
“What does that have to do with me?”
"Well, I'm not going to leave you by yourself for three months."
"So, instead you send me to stay with a bunch of strangers?" Lily asked, thinking her mom was crazy.
“They are not strangers; I met Mrs. Potter at the beginning of the school year. And we’ve kept in contact. Last week, I told her about my sister being sick, and that I was worried about you staying by yourself. She offered for you to stay there. They have plenty of extra rooms, and more than enough to do. Plus, James will be there to keep you company.”
“There is no way I am letting Potter keep my company!”
“Because his idea of keeping a girl company is ripping off her clothes and-”
“Lily!” said her mom. “Now, is that any way to talk about such a nice boy?”
“James Potter is not a nice boy. He's a big-headed bullying toe-rag, who thinks he’s king of the world. I can’t stand him. He thinks he knows everything just because he's in the top 5% of our class. He's always messing up his hair because apparently it's cool to look like he just got off his broomstick, which it's a miracle that thing can leave the ground with his big head on it.
“He and little friends, the Marauders, walked through the halls like they own the place, hexing anyone who gets in their way. Remus is the only decent one and, personally, I don’t see how he can hang out with someone so arrogant. Potter’s always picking on Snape, not that Snape is innocent or anything, but no one deserves to be treated that way. And to make matters worse, Potter likes me, so, he’s constantly asking me out. He thinks he’s god’s gift to women. I don’t see how girls can fall for him. And he’s always staring at me. He-” Lily looked over, her mom was smiling. “What? Why are you smiling?”
“It sounds to me like you have a crush.”
“What?!” asked Lily. “Here I am talking about how much I despise Potter and you conclude that I have a crush on him. How can you think that I even like him after everything I just said? I mean did you just completely block me out?”
“Lily, I have never heard you talk about anyone like that.”
"That’s because I’ve never hated anyone as much as I hate him."
"I meant that I have never heard you talk about one person that much, and with such passion."
"Passion," Lily repeated with a laugh. "Are you off your rocker? I do not have a passion for that arrogant, pompous git."
"If you say so," her mom said with a knowing smile.
"Oh, I say so."
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