Hated (A 1D fanfic)

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  • Published: 1 May 2013
  • Updated: 19 Feb 2014
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Sawyer hates the thought of school simply because they are there.
Yep, the thought of them gives her chills.
Who am I talking about?
The one and only Louis Tomlinson and his girlfriend Stacey Porter.


5. Art from Louis

"Like you have any room to talk, dick." I say back, his smirk getting under my skin.

*Louis's point of view*

I stride into the Art class with Zach, and take my seat next to Sawyer.

"Well, if it isn't the biggest cunt this school has ever seen." I whisper into her ear. God, I love getting into her head.

"Like you have any room to talk, dick." She mumbles back, fiddling with her pencil.

"Oh, looks like Sawyer forgot to take her medicine." I say. Her face turns slightly red, and I realize that she must actually take medicine. Ha.

See, I hate Sawyer, and I don't even know why. She is just a loser, I guess.

She is actually really hot, but I won't let anyone know I think that.

Oh well. It's not like I'd ever go out with her. Stupid, annoying, and not my type.

Oh, and did I mention she is a huge loser? Yep.

Mr. Burris calls roll, then passes out blank sheets of paper to everyone. 

"Okay, everyone. First I want you to fold your paper into four sections. Fold it in half, and then half again." He said, as if we didn't know how to fold a paper into fourths. Well, I bet Sawyer doesn't.

"In the first square, I wan't you to draw something that you really love." He continued. "In the second square, I want you to draw something that kills you inside, or something that you have a great fear of. Keep it PG, and school appropriate. And yes, I'm talking to you, Louis. Oh, and nothing mean." He says, nodding at me. 

Whatever. I just like boobs. Nothing wrong with that.

For my first picture, I draw a football field. Yeah, my kind of football. Not that American shit. You know, Sawyer is American.

I hate the American accent. It sounds bloody horrible. Especially hers. Southern. Deep southern. Ew.

For the second picture, I think about drawing Sawyer, but decide against it. I already have detention today, and I'm not in the mood to get it tomorrow, too. So instead, I draw a spider. God, I hate spiders.

"Now that you all have had plenty of time to finish your drawings, put your papers in the middle of the table, and grab one that is not your own."

I slid my paper into the middle, and wait for everyone else at the table to put theirs in. Then, I grab a random one and look at the name at the top of the paper.

"Ew." I say, looking at Sawyer's name on the paper.

"Okay, now I want you all to look at the pictures, and write a short paragraph that goes along with them. The paragraph could be an exert from an imaginary book, it could be a short story, or it could just be a little non-fiction work. You can decided." Mr. Burris says, walking around the room so everyone can hear him.

I look at Sawyer's pictures. The first one is a picture of a lady and a man, and they have their arms around a girl that looks to be about 12. She drew her parents? How lame.

The second picture is of a girl hugging her knees in the corner of a room, because all the other space is taken up by words like: Ugly, stupid, A.D.D, lost, alone, and the biggest word on the page, denial. 

She's a pretty good artist, but I don't really understand her pictures. Why would her favorite thing in the world be her parents? I hardly get along with mine. And the second one.... If she didn't want everyone hating her, then why did she have to be so weird? 


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