one - I know it hurts to watch me leave.
Sniffling a bit, Hayley tossed the tissue onto the floor; the mountain really was getting quite ridiculous. But she couldn't stop the tears. They were everflowing, like a faucet turned on and then the handle broke. And sitting on her bed, in the midst of all her band posters and polaroids, she wanted to scratch away at the walls. Everything in here reminded her of him. And she hated it.
Really, what right did he have? To accuse her of that? Of cheating on him with his best friend, who also happened to be one of her close friends as well? Some of the things Josh had told her (well...yelled at her, really) had made no sense to her. What had he meant by "the looks you two give each other" or "all the alone time you spend together"? She looked at Taylor the way she'd always looked at Taylor. She didn't think he looked at her any different either. And as for alone time, what else did he expect? She and Taylor had started a band not soon after they had met, after talking for a while and seeing they were both into the same artists and played instruments. They were just friends. All of his accusations were completely moot.
But that didn't mean it didn't hurt. Because it did. It felt like her heart had been ripped out and stomped on, eaten away by all of the venom in his words. She loved Josh, with every fibre of her being, and for him to even fathom that she was capable of cheating on him was killing her.
Somewhere in the midst of her thinking the tears stopped, and she was left staring blankly at her Jimmy Eat World poster as mewithoutYou shuffled onto her iHome. An idea flickered into her mind, a malicious one, one that she probably never would have thought of if she had been a bit more emotionally stable. But the idea was buzzing around now, and a dull voice in the back of her mind whispered, "prove him right. what have you go to lose now?"
besides your best friend.
She shook away her conscience and reached over to grab her phone from the bedside table. She had 12 missed calls; luckily, all of them were from the person she was about to call right now.
One ring, two rings.
He answered quickly and sounded worried beyond belief.
"Hay? Are you okay? I heard what happened from...how are you feeling? Do you need me to come over?"
She ran a hand through her pale blonde hair. "I'll be over there in 10."