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Veronica's POV

"Look look, here she comes." A couple of girls say, laughing and pointing, as I walked through the school's hallway.

I never understood why. Am I dressed differently? Does my hair look bad? Do I look weird? Or is it because I'm ugly?

I accepted the fact that I am, in fact, ugly.

However, it wasn't always like this. My parents have always convinced that I was beautiful, made me confident and happy, before they unfortunately passed away.

Until high-school started, I somehow became the victim. A play-toy for the famous girl, Stephanie, also known as the doll-caked face bitch; at least in my mind.

"Hey Veronica," she said sassily as she dragged the last letter, "wait a minute, pardon me, but isn't that a male's name?" Her minions started laughing along with a couple of people around us.

"I need to get to my locker, I don't wanna be late." I replied in a low voice.

You see, I'm not much of a brave one, not a coward either. Just too insecure, afraid to say anything that might sound wrong or un-funny, so I prefer to stay quite.

"What was that? Could you speak up a little, honey?" She asked, trying to tease me.

Before I could say anything, she pushes the second biggest bad boy in the school as he passes by me, making him fall.

And just because luck is on my side today, his head was down with his earphones in, so I probably have no way out of this if she blames it on me now since he didn't see shit.

"OH MY GOD, VERONICA HOW DARE YOU PUSH LIAM?! ARE YOU CRAZY?!"

Called it.

I knew she'd say that,

more like "yell that" actually.

He got off the floor, looking as angry as he could ever be, pushing me against the lockers. Looking down at me, I could see his eyes flaming with anger.

However, as he was about to open his mouth, another voice was heard.

"Don't blame her for your stupidity Stephanie; take that up with your mother and father." That voice. The fuck-boy every person falls for, no matter the gender, Harry Styles.

He pulls Liam off me, taking him away to say a few words, I stand there watching them nod to each other before Harry turns to face me.

"You okay?" He asks, showing concern.

I think.

"Yeah, thanks for that." I replied.

"No problem, let's go. I'll walk you to class." He said smiling at me.

Is he playing me like the others?

But all the ones he has played he would go in with the flirting and cornering directly, why's he being nice?