She looked at him with disgust.
"No, I don't! I'd rather go out with a two-headed troll!" she said and walked away.
She said this all quite positively, however, she couldn't help feeling a bit guilty.
'You don't love him....' she told herself firmly.
But who was she kidding? This was James Potter, popular, cool, handsome and an excellent Quidditch player. Who wouldn't love him?
She sighed said to her friends: "You guys go on with your walk, I'll meet up with you later."
"Lily? Are you alright? Your very...dreamy today." asked Miranda, her kind face full of concern.
"I-I'm fine. I just have to sit down and think for a little while...."
"Okay...we'll see you later then...bye." and she left.
"Yeah...bye." Lily said and sunk down again the trunk of a tree.
'What is this feeling? Why can't I control it? I hate James.' one part of her said.
'No, you dont. Don't deny the truth, Lily. You love him.' the other part of her argued.
"Yes..." she said quietly, "I suppose I do..."
She sighed once more and looked over at James again, who had finally caught up with his friends.