Diary of A Teenage Nerd (A Liam Payne Fan Fiction) UNDER SERIOUS EDITING

Diary of A Teenage Nerd

         This is a Liam Payne Fan Fiction. I would like to apologize first for any inconsistencies or anything weird, I wrote this when I was 12. So it is not good. I am so so so thankful to all the readers who stuck through this whole book and continued to do so, those who voted and commented. You all mean more to me than you'll ever know, especially considering this book, at least to me, IS GARBAGE. But I'm proud to be able to say my first ever fan fiction did as well as it did, especially considering I was 12 when I wrote it. So if you still want to read, you have been warned, and I am so sorry lol. Love you guys xx

    P.S. Niall is in this book. He's just not in the first few chapters. Please don't comment and ask where he is, because he is in this book. Just please be patient. Thank you.

Raines' P.O.V

          I am a nerd. Plain and square. I mean I'm not pretty,  I wear "nerd-glasses" as they're labeled, also known as Ray Bans. I have dark brown hair, pale skin, and blue eyes. My name is Raines. A weird name, I know. I don't really care what people think of my name though, I love my name. It's awesome, in a weird way. I go to Water Mount High in England. I moved in last school year, so I started here as a freshman and I'm currently a sophomore (by American terms, that is). I'm originally from New Orleans. Born and raised there until my parents wanted, "a different life". So they shipped me, my brother, and of course themselves to freaking England. Why England? I don't have a clue. I was so pissed about it, and I still kind of am pissed about it. I had to leave my one friend and my life behind..... if you'd even count my life as a life.

          I don't have any friends here. I'm a straight-A student, I get bullied, pretty much everyone knows to avoid me otherwise you're risking social suicide. I don't do anything on weekends except sit at home and watch Harry Potter, Star Wars, Spider Man, Batman, and Star Trek, all that good stuff, in my room. Alone. Well my brother will sometimes join me, but no one else. Ever. My parents don't give shit about what I do. They occasionally think I'm anorexic because I don't eat much. I'm 16 and only weigh 100 pounds...I think. I'm size small in.... everything. I love to wear skinny jeans and t-shirts a size too big which, on me, looked like it was 5 sizes too big because of my small frame.

          With my glasses, my clothes, my big books (Harry Potter, The Hobbit, Machiavelli, etc.) that I always have with me, and my textbooks (that I also always have with me), I'm labeled as a nerd. I usually just braid my chocolate brown hair into a French-braid that starts on one side of my head, then ends on the other side of my head. It's my usual style. My hair is naturally curly too, about five or six inches past my shoulder when it's curled, and touches my waist when straightened. Today I'm wearing a navy-blue tank-top with a woven sweater over it, some dark skinny jeans, and a little make-up; I very rarely wear makeup. But today is different. I have on some blush, pink lip gloss, and mascara. The reason I'm not wearing holy jeans and a t-shirt is because I felt like I needed to dress nice, considering today is my birthday. I was even wearing some diamond earrings, and a silver cross necklace that my Nana got me a while ago.

          I can see people laughing and pointing at me, like they always do. In class, kids throw paper at me when I get a question right or got an A on my test, which is always. I don't tell anyone about the threats I receive. I don't want anyone to tell anyone. No one needs to know. In my opinion they don't, at least. I always keep to myself. I have pale skin because I very rarely go outside. I'm always either in my room on my computer, reading, listening to music, or watching movies. I usually just watched movies on the weekend, and when I finished my homework, I'd dance to The Script or N'Sync, on rare occasions Taylor Swift. And after that, I read until my eyes feel like they're about to bleed.

      "May I sit here?" A boy with dirty blonde hair, tan skin, and chocolate brown eyes asked me, snapping me out of my trance. I slam my diary shut and slide it into my purse quickly before he can get a glimpse at what I'm writing.

      I nod at him, quickly looking down at my lap and fiddle with my fingers. I try not to converse with people. Well, I don't really have to try because no one ever tries to talk to me.

         I've seen him around school. He wasn't that popular, but he definitely wasn't as low on the food chain as me. He has a decent amount of friends and he plays sports. Why the hell a guy like him wanted to sit next to me, was beyond me, but I let him. I think his name was Liam ...Payne? Or something along those lines. I don't exactly keep track of people's names unless...well I usually don't have to keep track of people's names. I've only had one friend in my life. And I don't know if I could've called her a friend. Yeah, we had sleepovers sometimes, but one day she just ditched me for another girl so she could be popular. I never talked to Skyler again.

         "I'm Liam," The boy says, and then held out his hand for me to shake. I take it shyly then blush. Today is the best birthday ever.  My family's going to take me to Nando's for dinner, other than that, nothing. He's the first person that's been nice to me in a long time, so that easily makes this a great birthday.

"Don't I have Music class with you?" Liam asked me. I nod again. "I knew I'd seen you before." He smirks then looks away for a second. "You don't talk much do you?"

 "Not really..." I whisper,  looking away. I haven't said a word to anyone at school, besides to the teachers. Liam smiles at me.

"There we go!" I smile as he says that. He's definitely cute, I decide. But why is he talking to a nerd like me? No one does. So I might as well not even think about him in that way. I mean of course I've had a crush on people here, how could I not? I'm a sixteen year old girl. I keep my feelings to myself though.

"So what's your name again?" Liam asks.

"Raines..." I whisper, looking up at him through my eyelashes to see him jotting something down on a piece of paper. 

"Well nice to meet you Raines," Liam replies. Once he finishes writing, he looks at me with a smile on his face. I blush and look away from him, not wanting to seem creepy to the first person who's ever been nice to me.

      I take out my English books. No matter how good of a student I am or how much I appear to like school. I absolutely hate it. It's where I get bullied. I don't hate learning though. I love learning new things. It's an adventure for me, I just don't like being expected to do too many things, and I especially don't like the people. I guess things are taking a turn for better today. But there's very little chance Liam would talk to me after today, no matter how nice he seems to be. 

      "Can I ask you something?" Liam asks after a minute of silence. The teacher is working on something at his desk, giving all of us students a couple minutes to talk.

     "You just did but sure," I joke, then immediately regret it as soon as the words leave my mouth. I better not take it too far. I blush and look away, hoping he didn't hear me.

     "Will you take off your glasses?" I tilt my head curiously at him then slide them off of my head. My vision blurred. Anything behind Liam's head is now blurry due to my absolutely horrible eye sight.

    "You're very pretty." My eyes widen. I let my jaw drop open a little. No one has ever said that to me. Never. 

     I have fair skin; it was pale and pretty smooth though, so I very rarely wore makeup. But today was different, as I have said, so I did wear makeup. For the first time. My mom has gotten me plenty, but I never wear it. 

   "Well clearly you've never been told that before."

        I put my glasses back on and look away.

    "Good morning class," Our teacher, Mr. Siekes, stands up and says. I pull a pin out of my back pack, get out a sheet of paper, and open my book to the proper page. I barely pay any attention to what Mr. Siekes is saying though. I mean, I'm taking the notes, but my eyes glanced over at Liam every once in a while, so I honestly don't know what I'm writing. Liam is both writing and paying attention.

    I've never been like this off before. I always pay attention. I always take notes. But again, like I said, today is different.