Hated (A 1D fanfic)

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  • Publiceret: 1 maj 2013
  • Opdateret: 19 feb. 2014
  • Status: Færdig
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.


2. Flashback

I look up, and he is standing over me. I look back down and continue to repack my bag.

I have everything in it, except my cigarette box. God, where is it?

I look back up, and Louis has the box in his hand. "Looking for these, Sawyer?" He asks.

"Give them back before I get in trouble, Louis." I say. Smoking is prohibited on school property.

Oh, Sawyer! I didn't know you smoked!" He says loudly as a teacher walks by.

She doesn't even turn her head. That shows you how much they care. I look over at Louis's group they are all laughing, Kyle, Zach, Brandon, Nick, Chris, even Clay.

God, Clay used to be my best friend. But ever since Louis showed up unannounced, he has been one of my many tormentors.

"Damn it, Louis! Shut up." I say as I stand up and snatch my pack away from him.

"Ohh, Sawyer's a little feisty, is she?" He asks with an amused look on his face.

"Just fucking go away, Louis. I'm really not in the mood for your bullshit today." I say with a sigh, heaving my bag onto my shoulder and turning to walk away.

He comes up behind me, and puts his arm around my shoulder. "You don't decide when it ends, sweetie." he says in a sickly sweet voice. 

I shoulder his arm off of me, and speed up. He finally leaves me alone, and goes over to his group probably to laugh at me or something. Why did he have to do it again today? 

He doesn't know when to stop, and today of all days.

But I bet he doesn't know, and even if he did, he probably wouldn't even care. Today is the eve of my parent's death.

On this day three years ago, both of my parents died in a car accident. I remember it all too well.


I wave at them as they pull out of the driveway, and they both wave back. They are off to the airport, to go on a five day vacation together. They are so happily in love, it makes me smile.

After their car is out of sight, I go back into the house and check the clock on the wall in the kitchen.


Mrs. Lydia, Clay's mom, was coming to pick me up in about two hours to take me to their house. Clay and I are so close, they only see it fit that I stay with them.

Clay and I have been best friends since second grade, and I have stayed over at his house thousands of times. So this is going to be just like that, only a little longer.

I climb the stairs slowly, and drop myself onto my bed. My bag is already packed, so all I have to do is wait. I pull out my laptop, and get on Tumblr to check out my feed.

About an hour later, I hear a knock at the back door. It is two hard ones and a light one, which was exactly how Mr. Mark knocked, so I yell to come on up, and I hear the door open and slow, careful footsteps climb up the stairs.

When he comes in to my room, Mr. Mark, Clay's dad, is unusually silent. He would normally be making a joke about something or another. That is when I notice his face is stained with tears.

"What's wrong, Mr. M?" I ask.

"Um, Sawyer? I don't really know how to put this. But um,.. your parents,... they uh, well, while driving on the highway, they were in an accident, and they both died instantly." He chokes out, the tears starting.

I frown. At first I think he was kidding, but Mr. Mark wouldn't kid about that. I'm not one to cry, but I let one tear slip out of my eye before quickly wiping it away. I don't know why, but more tears never come.

Not during the funeral, the memorial service, not during the times when we work with the social workers, or even when everybody says that they are sorry when I come to school.

I just can't make the tears come. Actually, nothing comes at all. I don't even talk for about the next month, and the only reason I speak then is because I can't bear the silence any longer.

*End of flashback*

Wow, what is my life right now?

I walk on my own to homeroom, just looking at all the people who used to be my best friends, or at least friends.

Before Louis came here, I was happy, pretty popular, too. But the way I became popular was different. I wasn't mean, and I didn't step on others to get to the top. I was nice to the girl that everybody made fun of, and people thought that was cool. She became one of my best friends, but now the roles have been reversed, and what does she do? She laughs along with them.

What is her name? Stacey.

First, I was just someone in the crowd that everybody got along with. Next, I was the girl whose parents died. Then, I was the girl who got over the petty drama and was nice to the weird girl. Later, I was the funny, nice, popular girl. But now, I'm the girl that nobody talks to.

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