SKINS – GEN 4 – SERIES 7 – 7.05: HAYLEY
So I know that this afternoon, of all afternoons, I should be practicing, I've done a bit, and I think I'm pretty much good, I'm gonna fail but for me that means the same thing, so I thought I'd write more of this story seeing as at the moment it hasn't really provided you with much except an insight, so now I'll pen some actual plot, can I also exercise how amazing Cook is? Sorry watched 3.02, yesterday, you gotta love Cook :) Anyway, Chapter 2!
Hayley slipped her trademark beanie on, covering her straight red hair. She slipped her satchel bag on before heading out the door.
She got out her iPod and flicked to Arcade Fire, it was that kind of a morning. She slid it into her pockets and got a pen out of the side-pocket in her bag.
She took off the cap, placing it on the end and smiled as she began writing in the sky while walking.
She honestly had no idea what joy she got out of writing lyrics, but it seemed to keep her mind occupied, otherwise she would get focused on other things, like making sure her feet were in synch with the music.
She got onto the main street, and closed her eyes as she tread along the footpath, she knew it well enough to walk it with her eyes closed, but got an unexpected surprise when she smacked into something and tumbled back onto the ground.
"Watch where your going bitch!" came a snotty little voice in front of her. She looked up to see she had smacked into a group of 14-year-old boys, and they all looked like snotty gronks.
The blonde one with messy hair looked down at her with a sneering face, "I know you; you're the dopey bitch who walks around writing in the sky like she's fucking Tinkerbelle."
"I'm sorry," said Hayley shaking her head as she stood up, "I didn't mean to."
"See the thing is with these ones, they look all innocent and shit, but I bet she has taken a dozen cocks up the ass." Said a kid up the back with a Mohawk.
"Nah, she's probably a lezzer bitch, one of your sisters friends, hey James?" said the one next to him.
Hayley tried to walk on, "I'll just leave you."
But the blonde-haired kid called James shoved her in the chest, "You ain't going anywhere slag."
They all began laughing, "Punch her in James! Give her a good whopping!"
Hayley's hands began to freak out, and she ran, as the group of boys chased after her, "Get her!"
Hayley was quick on her feet, especially in sneakers, but they were a group of teenaged boys, so she had trouble losing them, Hayley accidentally ran into an old man, sending his shopping flying into the air, "Sorry!" she shouted, as she quickly stepped past him to keep running.
He looked down at his bags, "Come back here girl!" he shouted.
But as James's gang ran by they knocked him to the ground.
Hayley kicked her feet up against the fence, and began running down an alleyway; she tripped on her laces and was sent hurling into the dirt.
She closed her eyes as she prepared for them to start wailing on her, but she heard a yelp from James, "Ah! Let go of me you tosser!"
Hayley looked up to see a tall figure holding James up by the collar, "That's enough James, leave her and go." Said Drew.
"Fuck off!" yelled James.
Drew zipped open James's bag and dove his hand in, pulling out a bottle of whiskey and a case of Dope, he held them up in his hand and looked at James, "You're 14, don't do drugs."
James sneered at him, "I'll do whatever the fuck I want, gimme back my shit."
Drew brought his face close, "No, Drugs are shit, they'll fuck you over, I'm doing you a favor you prick."
"So what!" he yelled trying to struggle out of the grip, "Have a go at me then you fucker! Go on have a swing!"
Drew shook his head, "I'm not going to punch you."
"Then why should I fucking leave you alone, I'll just have a go at you myself when you put me down then, won't I? You fucking pussy, go on what you going to do? Tell me Mum?" He spat.
Drew looked up, "No, but I'll sure as hell tell your sisters."
James eyes shot wide open, "Shit, I'm sorry, Ah Fuck… we'll go now, and me and the boys."
"Good," whispered Drew.
As Drew dropped James to the ground, he grabbed the boys and began to run, "Go on! Quick get the fuck out of here! No shut up you prick! Let him have the spliff!" He yelled, running in the other direction.
Once they had left, Drew turned around and extended a hand out to Hayley who had been staring at him the whole time.
She looked at it and swallowed nervously grabbing it as he helped her up.
"You're covered in dirt," said Drew with a smirk.
Hayley smirked back at him, "I… Uh… Tripped. What are you doing down here? You live in the city."
Drew sighed, "Dean told me he would meet me at the corner just out there," he said pointing his finger down the alley, "Apparently he has some grand master plan."
Hayley smiled, "how bad is it? The dirt…"
Drew raised his lower lip, and patted her jacket arm, wiping off the dirt. Hayley looked down and saw piles of dirt shedding off her jacket, "Woah," she said, "that is… an awful lot."
Drew smiled, "It's not that bad, um…" he padded down his pockets, and pulled out a couple of tissues.
"Here, wipe your face, then you'll be fine." He said, passing her the tissues.
"Thanks," said Hayley with a smile as she padded down her face and followed Drew out of the way.
"Those fucking kids, I swear Bristol gets more Chav's in it by the day." Said Drew shaking his head.
Hayley looked up at him, "Did Australia have Chav's in it?"
Drew shrugged, "Don't know, I've only been there once since I was 5, I grew up here like you guys. I'd assume so, but they'd be called something different."
"How come you've never lost your accent?"
"Yeah, it's a bit annoying, but still it adds to uniqueness."
"You like being different?" said Hayley raising her eyebrow.
"Course I do, yeah," said Drew with a smile, "Don't you?"
Hayley looked down at her feet with a solemn face.
Drew looked back up and smiled again, "Still, they're just runts, so don't worry, just mention the names Katie and Emily if you have trouble with him again."
Hayley looked back up, "How do you know them?"
Drew gave a shrug of his hand, "Old friends, haven't seen them in too long, I spose they wouldn't even…" he paused to himself, as he closed his eyes, "but yeah they're lovely, dick of a brother, but lovely."
"Ok," said Hayley as they stopped at the corner, "Well this is it, so where is he?"
Drew looked around, "Good point, I don't know what he has planned but it's probably not…" Drew stopped and stared down the street and Hayley soon followed his gaze to see Dean with a huge smile on his face riding a tractor down the street with a police siren on the back.
He let out a holler and raised his fist, beeping the horn, "Hey Hendrix! Hipster Chick! What's happening! Hahaha!"
Drew looked down the street to see two cops on foot chasing after him, shooting at the tires.
"Dean! You absolute twat!" Drew shouted. He pursed his lips and looked at Hayley as he burst into run, "Sorry, I've got to stop him before he gets himself incarcerated."
Hayley smiled as Drew ran off, "Yeah, friendship and shit…" she said to herself, but her smile quickly faded.
Hayley opened her locker and began putting in her books, as she rubbed off her quote for the week on her locker door.
She got out a marker and wrote a new one, 'A #2 pencil and a dream can take you anywhere.' She smiled as she rubbed the locker door.
She opened the bottle of pills, place one in her mouth and then took a swig of water, gulping it down and then closing the locker door to see Kelly's menacing face, to which she let out a short scream and then calmed herself.
"Don't… do that!" she said slapping Kelly across the arm.
"Excuse me!" said Kelly, "but where the fuck were you yesterday! Kelly's brother had just landed us a shitload of drugs; we had girl talk, high as fuck girl talk. I texted you like 5 times, even Sam texted you, I even rang you like once."
Hayley shrugged, "I had better things to do then drugs, besides girl talk when you guys are high, means getting a bit squiffy and then having a circle jerk."
"Whatever!" said Kelly, "Spose you'd rather hang out with your Dad then, hey?"
Hayley frowned and looked at her, "Yeah I had a good weekend, actually."
Kelly scoffed, "We're your fucking friends, and we had drugs, what could be better?"
Hayley sighed and furrowed her brow, "There's more to life than drugs."
"Like what?" asked Kelly, "Booze, drugs and shagging, the lads have got it all right, and you can't even deny that cause you wouldn't even know what a shag is like, it's nothing like feeling yourself to pictures of Drew on Facebook."
Hayley's eyes shot open as she punched Kelly in the arm.
"Ah! What the fuck was that for?" yelled Kelly.
"Do you want the whole College to hear?" said Hayley, "and I don't feel myself up to pictures of Drew, that's chat."
Kelly raised her eyebrow, "What you mean to say, you've never… explored yourself," she said seductively.
Hayley had a disgusted face, "No! And before you say anything, Drew wouldn't feel himself up, either."
Kelly scoffed, "Yeah, cause he can get any girl he wants, anytime he wants. Come on Hayley, I do it, Sam does it, Gemma does it, even Claire has done it! Nothing to be afraid of, every girl acts like its gross, but we all do it, we just don't tell the gents," she said with a wink.
"Yeah, well, incase you haven't noticed, I'm some bleeding outcast, so why don't I just separate myself more." Said Hayley throwing her hands up.
"Get the fuck out! Hayley, you do jack shit, when you go out you hardly ever, drink, I think I've seen you drinking once, and it was half a bottle of cruiser, I haven't even seen you with a cigarette in your hand, you've popped some pills a couple of times, and that was fucking awesome, honestly you need to be like that more often, your way more fun to be around, and now you're telling me you don't even have private time," Kelly laughed, "The best part is, you're in love with a guy who is completely the opposite."
Hayley turned around with genuine anger at Kelly, "Drew's not fucking like that! I can tell… he's different."
Kelly blew her lips, "Yeah whatever, that's why he's totally out partying like the rest of us, having fun."
"Kelly! Fuck off! I'm different, ok! I like different stuff! I think partying quite frankly is no fun at all! I don't care for drugs, or booze, or shagging, or popularity, or supre, or what people think of me or any of that. I like different stuff, photos, TV shows, blogging, connies, Mac and Cheese, beanies, skittles, and most of all, I like using my mind, because imagination is one of the best things there is, and I know Drew thinks the same."
Kelly laughed, "Fuck that, the only thing you need your brain for is in class to pass your exams, every other time you tell it to piss off, and you let downstairs take control."
Hayley glared at Kelly, "You were sposed to be my bestfriend, who accepted me for who I am."
"I do," said Kelly laughing, "But I still think you're fucked in the head."
"You know what Kelly," said Hayley throwing her hands up, "Find someone else to sit next to in psychology."
"Oh come on Hays, pull your knickers out of your ass will ya?" she shouted, but she was Seperated from Hayley as Dean was flung out of the door in front of her, "and if I see you here again, I will rip off your testicles and feed them to maggots!" screamed David Blood as he slammed his office door.
"Shit!" said Kelly, "I've never seen him that angry, what the fuck did you do?"
Dean grinned and let out a haughty laugh.
"He nearly got the CIA on him, that's what he did!" said Drew, pointing at Dean, "Are you trying to get yourself expelled, arrested and sectioned all on the same day? Cause you're going the right way about it."
Dean stuck his hands in the air to stop him, "Alright maybe I pushed it a little far, when I started messing around with his gun, but the Twat deserved it."
Kelly's eyes shot open, as Drew's face look baffled, "You pushed it too far when you flicked his hat off, and that was before you hi-jacked the tractor."
Kelly shook her head, "I'm not even going to ask."
"But it's a good one ain't it Drew? Good story to tell?" said Dean nudging him cheekily.
Drew shook his head, "You don't need to make big events to make good stories, good stories will find their way into your life in their own time."
"Whatever, I want to tell Stonem about this, come on Psychology." He said, giving Drew another nudge, "Where the fuck is Preston anyway?"
Kelly looked over the top of Dean, as Hayley looked at Drew and sighed, closing her eyes and then walking off.
"Hayley!" shouted Kelly, but Hayley had already walked off.
Dean swaggered his way into Tony's class, "Guess what Tony! I stole a fucking tractor! Had the cops after me and everything, it was brilliant!"
"Yes I saw," said Tony as he began writing on the board, "incredibly stupid, rather like me at your age, but still incredibly stupid, don't do it again."
Dean looked confused, "You said, like in that movie, suck the marrow out of life?"
Gemma placed her bag upon the table, "Sucking the marrow, doesn't mean choking on the bone. There's getting the best out of life and standing up for yourself, and then there is being a rebellious dick."
Tony turned around and clicked his fingers at Gemma, "Perfectly said, someone was paying attention in that movie."
The class sat back in shock as Tony's right eye was swollen black.
"Shit man! What happened?" asked a blonde-haired kid in the front row.
Tony winced, "There was a bloke causing some trouble for my sister, but it's all sorted now, but I fucked up, because even though I can squeeze his nuts off, words are more powerful, and we should always harvest words. The pen is mightier than the sword, said by…anyone?"
"William Charles Macready" said Paulie walking in, his hair covered in black sauce and his clothes covered in flour stains and breadcrumbs.
Tony folded his arm, "Correct, but for some reason everybody has decided to put their life into overdrive all in the one weekend, me included, so Mr. Preston, in Laman's terms, what the fuck happened?"
Paulie plonked himself down next to Ken, "Not in the mood to explain, it involved a girl with great tits who may or may not have been into me, a bakery, and a very angry father."
Tony sighed, "Go wash yourself you turd."
Paulie looked up and then got immediately back out of his seat, and left the class.
Tony shook his head, "Seriously, it's like a curse, we got up to shit, but it wasn't fucking nuts." Muttered Tony. He looked up at the chatty class and saw Claire sitting down next to Gemma and smiling.
Gemma smiled back and put her left hand under the desk to hold Claire's right hand.
Tony smiled as he saw this and a girl at the front turned back around and muttered to herself, "Eck… Lezzer bitches."
Tony frowned and slammed his hand on the desk, "I'm sorry?" he said.
The girl looked up, "What?" she said in shock.
"Kayla, would you like to stand up and say what you just said to the entire class?" said Tony angrily.
"Um…" she shook a little.
"No, of course you wouldn't, because you know what you said was nothing but the comment of an arrogant brat."
Tony scrunched up his papers on the desk, "Ok, you know what," he said to the class, "Fuck self-righteousness, we can come back to that another time, I want to get into diversity right fucking now, cause I will not have a class that judges others on their skills, or their looks, I will not have a sexist class, I will not have a racist class, I will not have a homophobic class, I will not have any students in the class that have pig like attitudes, if you do then you can get the fuck out right now, drop your A-levels right now, because I'm not going to sodding teach you them if you're going to be a little shit."
Tony stood silently pointing at the door, but no one moved, he eyed around the classroom and every eye focused on him, he glared into each one and fixed it with an iron gaze, before lowering his arm, making sure he still had contact with the class.
"Alright," he said, "now that I have your attention, I'm going to say a particular group of people, and I want you to say the first thing that comes to your mind, out loud, Muslim." He said firmly.
The whole class remained silent as Tony looked around, "Come on! Muslim!" he said.
They still remained quiet, he shut his eyes and rubbed them, "Right! I'll start! Muslim! Fakes!"
A guy up the back gave a smug look, "Wankers," he said and the voices began to chime in, "Curry," "Poor," "Diseased."
Tony narrowed his gaze, "Down-Syndrome." He said
"Spastic!" "Retarded!" "Dur-dur!" "Spazatron legs," "Have you seen their ditsy smile?" "Punched in face."
Tony looked around once more, firmly, "Asian." He said narrowing his gaze to Ken.
"Small Cock!" "Can't Drive!" "Fucked in the ass by their parents!" "Cannot speak proper engrish!" "A!-sian!"
Tony looked at Ken at the back and nodded, as he slid back into his chair. Tony looked around again, "Street People," he said.
Hayley shot a look over at Drew who looked down onto his desk, as the voices ran out, "Hobo!" "Bum!" "Druggie!" "Drunk!" "Filth!" "Rapist!"
Hayley clenched her fists as she heard this, the pills weren't working cause her mind started running in a loop again.
"People with disorders or disabilities." Said Tony, still looking around at the class.
"Psychos!" "Potheads!" "Wackjobs!" "Up the Fucking Duff!" "Dippy Twats!"
Hayley pushed her desk away, as her mind snapped, "Shut up! All of you shut the fuck up!" she yelled.
Tony looked at her worried, as she grabbed her head and then sprinted out of the room.
Hayley ran along the corridor until she was far away from the classroom and she slid down along the wall, grasping her head.
It shouldn't have got to her much as it did, but for some reason it just drove her crazy, it wasn't just them talking about disabled people, and Drew was only half a street person at the most.
It was just everyone in general, was driving her mad, because they were so selfish and self-absorbed, she never would be accepted at a place like this.
"Is there any reason why you aren't in class?" asked a welsh voice above her.
Hayley looked up to see Doug's face above her. But his eye's widened, "Oh, Hayley, your not usually a skipper, what's up."
Hayley shrugged and looked back down. "It's ok," said Doug, "I'm here for you, Dougie is on board!" he said as he slid down alongside Hayley.
"What's up?" he asked looking at her.
"I don't know," she said, "everything, I probably just need some more pills."
"Well," said Doug, "I can't give that to you, but I could give you a couple of stories about Ecstasy that wouldn't make you want any."
Hayley giggled, "No, I mean my medication."
"Oh," said Doug, "I didn't have you down on file, your Dad didn't report anything."
"No," said Hayley, "I told him not to."
"Well, why not?" asked Doug, "It's important if the College wants to help you, you should…"
"I didn't want people to know… nobody knows… not even my best friends." She said.
"What is it medication for?" he asked.
Hayley swallowed as her breathing got heavy and she closed her eyes, it is only Doug, only Doug, he won't say a word, "High Level OCD." She said, "If I don't take the pills… I go mad…"
Doug smiled, "You know, having that doesn't make you any different."
Hayley turned sharply to Doug, "But it does, that class proved more than anything, that my personality, my thoughts, and even my disor… fuck it, you know what? It might as well be a disease, that's what I am, one big walking disease, everybody on this earth is a sick, selfish twat."
Doug patted her on the shoulder and leaned in close, "You know Hayley, I've never really been accepted here either, most people hate me, and think I'm a weird fella cause I try hard to connect, but I don't let it get to me, because being different is good."
Hayley stood up, "Keep thinking that if you want, but I don't have any hope, I'll always be a freak."
Doug tried to stand up and follow Hayley, but she had already headed off in a fast pace down the corridor.
Slightly more intriguing? I completely underestimated the length of this chapter, but it's good and makes up for where I've been lacking as I didn't realize how long it would take and had to finish it after I got home from the performance, which by the way was horrifying, but I don't really care. Please review, Chapter 3 up soon :)