1D Minis

Three Words and a Period ~ Liam

Miranda Swanepoel is the name, humiliating myself is the game.

Ever since the fourth grade, my life has been one wreck after another and there was one person who never let me forget it.

Liam Payne.

He made school hell almost everyday but I was the only one to blame. I was so silly and clumsy and I was surprised that Liam was the only one who'd given me a hard time about it. All the girls at school loved him because apparently he was "hot, funny, sweet and charming." Bullshit. There was nothing to like about him. All he did was try to make my life miserable and he tore me apart more than once. I, for one, will never ever like Liam Payne.

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I walked through the hallway, my head cast down and my feet shuffling on the floor. As usual Liam and his group of friends approached me, with a smirk on each of their faces. I wanted to slap their grins right off.

"Oh hey, assbubbles. Didn't see you there," Liam called out as he bumped right into me, my heavy books landing on my tiny feet.

I winced in pain and stared up at him as I reached down to gather my textbooks and journals. That smirk never left his face.

His friends stood behind him, laughing and pointing. If it was anyone else, they'd brush it off but because it was me, the scene was "hilarious."

Liam winked at me before continuing to walk away to class, his friends following not far behind. I rushed to my locker when they left, and sighed in frustration when I realized my next class was Math. My only class with Liam.

I retrieved my things from my locker and shut it hard, drawing attention from the curious teenagers in the hallway. I ignored the glares and slowly walked to class, trying to stall time in hopes of avoiding Liam for as long as possible.

I sat down at the back of the class, as far away from Liam as possible, who had now walked in. Of course, all of the girls tried to get him to sit next to them but ignoring them, he sat down beside me. Of all places. Lovely.

Pretending not to see him, I turned my focus to my notebook. I suddenly felt something hit me square in the head, and when I looked down, it was a piece of paper thrown at me by none other than Liam. It had "flat ass" and "ugly" written on it. Liam seemed to have found it funny, because he bit his lip to keep from laughing but I, on the other hand didn't.

I gave him a look of disgust. I was tired of his shit and I wasn't going to put up with it anymore. I stood up as the teacher began to walk in and stood still in front of the entire class for a moment. I quickly ran out of there and made my way to my locker.

My watery eyes blurred my vision but I ignored that and took my backpack and coat out, ditching the rest of my classes and going home. Liam was so irritating and I just didn't understand why he couldn't go a day without bugging me. I didn't think I could take it anymore.

As I exited the school, I heard the sound of running feet behind me. I whipped around and was surprised to see that it was Liam. Before he could even speak a word, I beat him to it.

"You know what Liam? I am sick and tired of your bullshit. Just leave me alone!" I shouted at him and began to run in the other direction, tears pricking at my eyes.

I ran all the way home, not stopping to even catch my breath. As soon as I reached my house, I went up to my room and slammed it hard behind me. I was tired of always being put down. I paced around my room, accidentally stepping on my cat at one point. Good thing my parents weren't home or they would've killed me right about now for ditching.

My head spun with a thousand thoughts running through it. I could transfer schools, maybe even become homeschooled but I decided against it all because I wasn't going to let Liam win.