Hayden's Game

Chapter 3

"What you got for me so far then?"
"Bailey, 16, her boyfriend is the captain of the rugby team but they only together for social status and to hook up but they never split so they can keep their public image and she knows that he will ruin her if she even mentions breaking up, dad is MIA, sister is always high as fuck, her mum is fucking a new guy almost every week, she has a serious alcohol addiction, a short fuse and a slight obsession with Hardin Scott."
"I'm sorry who?"
"What do you mean?"
"Who's Hardin Scott and what's he got to do with anything?"
"Well to be honest any girl that's in love with a toxic man whore like Hardin Scott is clearly not mentally stable."

Pause.

"Ok...I'll admit does sound pretty fucked up however I dont think she quite hits the 100% mark."
"Hmmm...you see I thought you might say that so I was thinking maybe-"
"No. Not again. Last time you did that you accidentally killed her three weeks beforehand which almost cost us our lives."
"Ok that...didnt exactly go to plan but that was not my fault I mean how was I supposed to know she'd...yeah."
"No. It's a no and that's the end of it."
"Come on atleast let me try it out we have what...two months to get this shit sorted."
"Mmmm..."
"Right give me one month to give it a shot and if it doesnt work out then I'll find another and trust me you picked the best school for fucked up youths damn."
"I'm curious as to how this may turn out. One month. That's all. And during that time I also want you to keep an eye on a backup. Clear?"
"Got it."
"And Hayden. If you fuck this up..."
"I'll try my best."
"Your best isn't always good enough."
"Well it's all I've got."

****

Maxx let out a satisfied sigh and rested his head on Bailey's shoulder for a moment before stepping back to pull up his trousers.

Grabbing her pants and shorts from beside where she sat on the edge of the bathroom sink, she wriggled her bare legs into them. Bailey had mastered this skill of getting dressed without falling off of the surface she'd been sat on.

"God this never gets boring," Maxx exclaimed placing a hand on her cheek and planting a kiss on her lipgloss smudged lips.

"Prefer a bed if I'm honest," Bailey smirked. "My ass is getting cold sitting on these bathroom sinks."
"Better than that last frat bedroom we were in the other day."
"Ugh that bed was the most uncomfortable thing."

Maxx laughed. He gave her a quick peck on the forehead and turned to grab the door handle.

He turned the lock then opened the door.

"You coming?" He asked when Bailey didn't move to follow.
"I'll meet you downstairs i have to pee first." She replied.
"Ah right. Don't be too long."

When the door clicked shut, she finally let go of her breath, head falling into her hands.

"Don't cry, dont cry, dont cry, dont cry," Bailey muttered to herself.

Eventually, she managed to swallow her tears and slipped off the sink to use the toilet.

Taking a look in the dirty mirror, she wiped the remainder of her lip gloss off with water and applied a new coat to her lips.

Knock knock.

"Occupied just a sec," Bailey called out.

She flushed the toilet, ran her fingers through her hair then turned the handle.

Hayden leant against the door frame, sucking on a cigarette and blowing smoke through chapped lips.

"Hey, Stranger. Fancy seeing you here," he smirked.

"All yours," Bailey sighed stepping aside and walking out the bathroom.
"Hold up a sec."

He grabbed her arm but this time the gesture was surprisingly gentle. Gentle enough for Bailey to stop and let him pull her back.

"What?" She asked.

"You look sad. Why are you sad?"

"Weed. He's fucking high." Bailey thought after sniffing the air around him.

"I'm not sad," she replied.
"Yeah you are. Sex not as good as it used to be?"
"Were you fucking listening? What the fuck you perv!"
"I just happened to over hear...not my fault. That fake orgasm was pretty good. Could've fooled me."
"You're disgusting get your hand off me."

She drew back and started walking off down the hall to the stairs.

"Why don't you try fucking someone new for a change?" She heard him say as she left but didn't give him the satisfaction of a response.

****

The after taste of some fruity drink lingered on her tongue as Bailey danced drunkenly in the crowded room.

God only knows how many shots she'd downed in the past two hours but it was enough for her to stumble as she tried to walk back to the games room to find Maxx.

The hallway seemed a lot more narrower than she remembered. Walls slowly closing in on her and vision beginning to blur at the edges.

Her shoulder hit something hard which made her lose her footing and slide against the wall down to the floor.

Before she completely blacked out, she felt a pair of arms wrap around her and the sensation of floating in mid air.