Hated (A 1D fanfic)

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  • 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.


8. Cry

In World Studies, we just have to take a pop quiz, which finalizes my theory that the world does, in fact, hate me. 

Oh, and there is the fact that I have detention for the rest of the week with none other than Louis. So, this is how it goes down:

We pass our quizzes to the person in front of us to grade, and because today is just my day, I happen to sit behind Louis.

Of course, I get a 61, and Louis must to point it out.

"Hey, wasn't that test easy, Sawyer? Oh wait, you failed. Maybe if you could see it from my point of view, you would have made over a 70." He says, loud enough for the whole class to hear.

"Well, Louis. I'd love to see it from your point of view, but I don't think I'd be able to get my head that far up my ass." I say, finally snapping a little. Oops, big mistake.

Ms. Franklin is one of those no-bullshit tolerance teachers, and she immediately writes Louis and me up.

After that class, I feel that I've had enough of everybody, so I just skip my last two classes, Graphic Design and History.

I go home, collapse onto my bed, and sleep until Clay gets home at 5 from baseball practice. I'm not in the mood to talk to him, but I go down stairs anyway. God knows why.

"What happened between you and Louis?" Clay asks the second I sit down on the couch next to him.

"Same thing that always happens. He is a dick head and you know it, Clay." I say, and he shakes his head. 

"I don't know what you hate so much about him." He says with a sigh.

"Oh, you know, just the fact that he fucking hates my guts. Oh, and did I mention that his main goal in life is to make mine a living hell?" I reply, getting up.

"That is a lie." He says. Oh, no. He did not just say that.

"Oh really?" I ask, turning back around. I've just reached the stairs, but I immediately whip back around and walk towards him. "I'm the liar? Hm, well does Louis know who lives in your house? Hm? Does he know what went on before he got here? My fucking parents? Or our past? Or were you too much of a pussy to tell him?" I am all up in his face now, going off on him.

"Why didn't you ever stick up for me? Why didn't you ever say anything? Do you know how bad that hurt, Clay? My best friend didn't say anything when Louis came in and tore me apart. That killed me." I say, tears in my eyes. I've snapped, for the second time today.

"I'm sorry." He says weakly. His voice is quiet, like something has just clicked inside of him.

"I'll never forgive you for that, never." I swear, and walk away to my room. I am full on crying now. This is the first time I've cried in so many years.

In a weird way, it feels good to cry. To get it all off my chest, and to just let it out. You don't know how long I've had that all bottled up.

After that, I just go up in my room and let it all out. It's the first time in so long that I've cried, and I simply cry about all the big and little things I just, haven't cried about.

Losing my boyfriend, Daniel, to the school slut, losing my best friend, Louis fucking around with my emotions, being all around hated, and most of all, my parents. I miss them so bad, it kills me inside.

That night, I just fall asleep crying. And you know what? It feels fucking amazing.


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