I Love to Hate You
Chapter 7
FLASHBACK 
I can't believe I'm finally a freshman. I really hope things are different this year. 
I threw my backpack over my shoulder and walked to school. 
Hopefully I would see Liam today. For once, I was excited for school. 
Liam Payne is the guy I spent my summer talking to. He made me feel good about myself. Somebody actually seemed to notice me. 
Once I got to school, I walked down the hallway to my new locker. 
I saw Britney, the popular girl in my grade who was always rude to me. 
"Ew guys, look what came back." she said, cringing at me. I just walked on by, pretending that it didn't hurt me. Liam would stick up for me. 
I put my binders in my locker and zipped my backpack, then walked to my first period class, which was English. 
I walked in and saw Liam sitting in the back. I lifted my hand to wave to him, and he just ignored me. Weird. Maybe he didn't see me. 
I walked over to the desk next to his and sat down. 
"That seat's taken." he told me. At first I thought he was joking, but then I saw his face. Dead serious. I frowned, not sure what was happening. 
"By who?" I asked, suprised that I spoke with other people around. 
"Me." Britney said, standing right behind me. What was happening?
I stood up and walked to the other side of the room, taking a seat there. 
After class, I tried to talk to Liam. But when I went to find him, I was shocked. 
He was locking lips with Britney. My heart started racing, and I ran out of the school. Which was shocking, because I don't run. 
I can't believe it. I spent my entire summer talking to Liam, and he seemed really into me. I just shook my head. How could I be so blind? 
For the rest of the year, Liam avoided me. And when he didn't avoid me, he made fun of me. Teased me about my weight, my looks, and my shyness. 
He became a jerk, and I didn't like it. So I tuned him out. 
I stopped talking to him, stopped thinking about him, and stopped wanting him. 
It got to the point where Liam told me I was useless and a waste of everyone's time. And I believed him. Those were the last words he said to me before I transferred. 
Am I crazy for thinking things might be different? Maybe he changed. But why did I want to give him a second chance? He made my life terrible. So why was I giving him the time of day? 
Maybe I never really stopped wanting him.
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so that's what happened! what do you guys think?