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.


18. Back to school

The rest of the week, I do nothing. I wear long sleeves all week, and sleep a lot.

I just don't really feel motivated to do anything else. I wake up, shower, get dressed, then sit on the couch and do nothing. Every day.

Truthfully, the time hasn't really helped me clear my head. It has only clouded my thoughts even more.

But it's Sunday night, and I'm going back tomorrow. 

*In the morning*

I wake up, get dressed, and do my usual morning shit. Gray leggings, an oversized, maroon long-sleve T-shirt, and and black fringe boots.

I'm not ready for today. Anxiety plays at my fears.

"Do you want to ride with me today?" Clay asks once I get down stairs. 

"Yeah. That would be great, actually. I'm afraid to drive." I tell him, and motion to my cast. 

"Eh, I thought you would be." He admits, and I laugh. "But we have to pick up Zach, too." He says, and that's the end of the laughter.

"Meh." I say, grabbing my backpack.

"He's a quiet guy. Don't worry about him." Clay reassures me.

"Whatever, I get shotgun." I say, and Clay laughs. "What?"

"I still don't understand some of your American slang." He tells me.

"I've lived with you for what now, four years? You should understand it all by now!" I snort,  following him out the front door.

"Shut up, Sawyer." He said, opening the door to the driver's side.

"Whatever, ya little bitch." I brush it off, lighting a cigarette, and he grins. It feels like old times.

We pull into Zach's driveway, and Clay honks loudly. Zach jogs out, and gets in the backseat. "Ay, mate." Clay greets him, and Zach nods in his general direction.

"You good?" Zach asks me. 


"Your accident? Ya know, car crash?" He clarifies.

"Oh. Eh, sorta." I reply, a little confused as to why he's talking to me. The rest of the ride to the school is silent.

We get to the school, and Clay pats my shoulder, then walks in with Zach. It was his way of telling me I'd be okay. I stand beside his truck, finishing my smoke and watching people walk into the school.

I watch Louis walk in, and then Stacey, who looks like she's been crying hard. Finally, I head in.

The second I step through the big double doors to the school, the hallways go silent, and nobody moves. They all watch me get books from my locker, and walk slowly.

It is eerily silent, and I find it pretty creepy. 

Then I realized why everyone was so quiet. They were afraid of me.

I'd snapped on Louis, what would stop me from getting them, too? 

Is it bad that I'd rather be called names and picked on than feared? Because I don't like the feeling of all eyes on me. 

Then the intercom comes on, and, "Louis Tomlinson, Sawyer Prescott, to the office, please. Louis Tomlinson and Sawyer Prescott."

Once again, all eyes are on me as I stop walking to my homeroom, and turned in the direction of the office.

When I get in the office, Mrs. Maze walks me back to the principal's office, and waits for me to sit down before she leaves. Does she not trust that I can sit down own my own? 

"Hi, Sawyer." Mr. Armstrong says, nodding at me. I stare at him, and he fidgets, obviously uncomfortable. 

Now I'm making the principal uncomfortable? Well, okay then. If I'm really that big of a threat. 

"Hello, Louis." He says, and Louis nods. 

The three of us sit in an awkward silence for at least a minute, but it feels more like an eternity.

"So, this is how its going to happen. Louis, you'll be tutoring Sawyer everyday after school from now on. I've decided that you guys do not need the detention, too. So don't worry about that. Do you two understand?" He asks, and Louis nods.

"Sawyer?" Mr. Armstrong turns to me, but I sit there, arms crossed, not responding. 

I don't know why, but I've always had problems with authority. If I don't like what you're doing, and I don't care who you are, you'll know.

"Sawyer, I need your response." He says, and I slowly bite down on my lip, because I know he doesn't want to hear my response.

"Very well then." He said, and I continued to chew my lip. "Go to your first periods. You don't need a note for homeroom."

I stand up, and leave before he can finish his sentence. 


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