A Whole Bunch Of Clichès

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Nerd. That's what people call me. It's not my fault I like facts. And no, they aren't unnecessary and they are quite interesting.

Anyways, I'm wearing that sweater vest my mum knitted for me as a birthday present, it's my favourite ever. It's actually the first sweater she's ever knitted so it's kinda ugly, but I used to watch her knit it and I'm amazed how it actually was two square pieces of knitted cloth before it turned out to be a sweater. Plus, my mum made it so I'll probably take this with me to the grave. My hair was tied up into a bun so I wouldn't have to keep pushing my hair back in class and yeah, like every other nerd. I was wearing ugly glasses. But in all honesty, my mum really can't afford expensive frames when I'm clumsy as shit and I keep breaking my glasses.

Yeah that's right, the italics was sarcasm. I am clumsy, but that's because one leg's shorter than the other, but I definitely do not break my glasses. My bag does. I'm always too bothered to take out the glasses case and put my glasses in it, so I just throw it into my bag. How they break is still a mystery to me. My first glasses never broke, but I lost them so all the rest pieces of shit frames break or crack the lens.

I sighed and dumped my books into my locker, checking the mirror on the side to fix any escaped curls. The white sweater vest looks shit on my black sheer shirt, white pants and brown boots. I'd probably look better without it but I'm not trying to impress anyone. I close my locker and see our football star, Louis Tomlinson, laughing with his group and okay, I'd like to impress him, but I won't take my sweater vest off because my sheer gives a good view off my chest and I don't think that's allowed in school. Besides, I can't think of anywhere else I could wear my sheer. I just go to school, work and shopping, or stay at home. The sweater reaches just above my knees when it's untucked so I wear just that at home and when I go shopping I just pull on some sweats. I don't really shop much, just whatever mum asks to get something. Basically, I wear the vest all the time except for when I'm having a bath, I put it in the washing machine then and roam around naked because mum comes home late and Gemma's in uni.

Louis looks my way with a smile and waves. The hugest grin I've ever had, take the whole of my face and I'm about to wave back when someone pushes me out of their way and walks up to Louis. Eleanor, right... It was a wave for Eleanor. I quickly turned away before anyone notices and laughs.

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"Harry!" Liam say and sits next to me, "Guess who sat next to me in class today"

"Who?" Niall asks, smirking because it's obvious, we don't even have to guess. I have no idea why I share my lunch table with a loud Irish who chews loud with his mouth open and randomly starts singing, and also with a bullied kid who's taking self defense classes and like Louis' best friend. I want to be alone

"Zayn Malik" Liam says proudly, and frowns when Niall burps loudly. The girls on the table next to us look at him in disgust. Niall smiles at them, holding up a finger and the burps out happy birthday. The girls laugh, but I doubt they are charmed. Niall turns back to Liam.

"I got partnered for a project with your boy" Niall says as Liam frowns, "A long project" he adds, smirking as Liam glares at him.

"I would say that F word to you, but I won't" he said.

"Who fucking cares Li, besides, Fucking Louis Tomlinson waved at our fucking boy" Niall said, using the "F" word to annoy Liam, and clapped my back as my eyes widened.

"It wasn't to me" I said, looking at the girls who were looking at our tables with their eyebrows raised, "It was for Eleanor"

"Nah mate, I'm sure it was for you, I was watching" Niall said and I blushed.