I reached school, thank goodness on time. I bowed my head, since I was embarrassed about the way I looked.

But to my surprise, no one even noticed me. It's like, I was invisible or something.

Couldn't they see Veronica Wilson in nerd's clothes?!

I looked around spotting my best friends by our lockers. We had our lockers right next to each other. That's how we all first met.

"Hey, twins.", I greeted them, patting their backs. But when they turned around, I regretted my actions.

They, too looked like nerds.

"Hey, Ronnie!", they greeted me in unison, smiling, as if it was no big deal.

"Wha- why are you all dressed up like this? You both look like freaking nerds!", I yelled, making other people.look our way.

"Can you keep it down? And wow, aren't you the art critic?", Yvonne said sassily.

"Yeah, we could say the same for you.", Christy added, laughing at the end.

What the heck?!

"And you're not at all bothered by this?!", I asked incredulously, running my fingers through my hair.

They looked at each other, probably thinking what was wrong with me, then they shook their heads slowly.

"Um, no? We've been nerds since we started senior year. It's not like we're not used to it anymore.", they both said matter-of-factly.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Come on, the bell will ring any second now.", they grabbed my arm and led me to our first class.

What is going on? When did they get concerned about being on time?

This must be a dream.

I started pinching myself, which caught Christy's attention.

"Uh, what are you doing? Why are you pinching yourself, Ronnie?", she asked raising an eyebrow at me.

"I know this is a dream. Come on, Christy. We're not nerds. Heck, we're the most popular girls ever to roam the school!", I said, waving my hands in the air.

She stopped and chuckled, "Yeah, I like that, Ronnie! Keep that fire burning! Whoo!"

"I'm serious, Christy.", I said, looking at her with a blank expression.

"Yeah, I'm sure you are.", she said, laughing at me.

What, they actually believe this is real?!

My skin started to hurt from all the pinching, so I stopped. Guess this isn't really a dream. But how? How did my world turn completely around?

It's like I became the person I dreaded the most.

As I sat down on my seat, some girl and by the looks of it, her wannabes came over my table.

What do THEY want?

"Well, well, well. If it isn't four-eyed girl who had no boyfriend since birth. How ya doing today, dork?", she said with a smirk plastered on her stupid face.

"Um, excuse me? I believe your messing with the wrong girl." , I sassed back, also with a smirk on my face.

They all looked shocked. As a matter of fact, I should be shocked. No girl has ever dared to stand up to me. They were all too afraid.

"Wow, the nerd stood her ground. Just so you know...", she said grabbing my shirt rather tightly. "... No one messes with the Queen. Yeah, that's right me. You oughtta know who you're up against, dork.", she finished, pushing me back, making me hit my chair with a thud.

When did I become the bullied?

She scoffed at me, then turned around swiftly, making her obviously dry hair which are full of highlights whip my face. Her wannabes did the same, and as I was about to pull the hair off of their heads, HE came in.

Yeah, that's right, Harry Styles did.

He was wearing a plain white t-shirt, olive pants, white rubber shoes and had a red and white plaid shirt wrapped around his waist.

I gotta say he looked hot.

Wait- when did Harry freaking Styles look hot? And when did he not have glasses?

He entered the room ever so casually, like he did this everyday. All the girls stared and giggled as he walked, like he was a famous actor or something.

Then he saw me staring at him.

Oh gosh, no.

He smirked and went my way, stopping when he reached me.

"Close your mouth, love. You've gonna catch flies with that stinky breath of yours.", he said, touching my chin with his index finger and closing my mouth.

I was so speechless that I didn't have the chance to snap at him. He just continued walking till he reached his seat, which unfortunately was just right behind me. How wonderful.

I took a seat ever so slowly, like I was afraid I would break any second. I couldn't believe this. I couldn't believe a single event happening right now.

All I could think was: How, Why and When?

A/N: Okay, this is were the story really takes place, guys. Imagine if we were in Ronnie's place, how weird that would all be. I would break down if that was me. Enjoying the story so far? Tell me guys how you all feel, okay? Bye my mangoes! -RedstripedGirl175