The Game//Hayes Grier Fanfic- IN EDITING

Chapter 26

Hayes POV:

It's been 8 months. 8 months since I've seen Hannah. She's been the only things on my mind. I haven't been eating, sleeping or thinking properly these past 8 months.

At first it was bearable because we could FaceTime every night and call each other everyday. But the calls started to stop and I haven't heard anything from Hannah for about 5 months. I'm really worried because i call her everyday but she always rejects them. I don't want to call Cam or Nash because I don't want to seem needy.

I just don't no what to do.

Hannah's POV:

"Give me one" I said to Ashley but she put the cigarette packet back in her pocket.

"Get your own" she said to me but I could see in her eyes that she regretted it straight after. I stood up from the bench I was sat on and walked up to her, towering over her because I was taller.

"What, did you just say to me" I said getting in her face.

"i-im sorry h-here take the whole packet" she said holding out the packet which I snatched from her grasp, walking back to the bench. I sat on the back bit of the bench putting my feet on the bit you sit on.

I put the cigarette to my lips and lit it, inhaling it and exhaling the smoke. It felt so nice, like letting out all of the bad thoughts and problems with every puff.

I looked to the right to see Cam walking towards me with a disappointed but angry look.

He got over to me and took the cigarette form my fingers putting it out on the floor with the bottom of his shoe. He grabbed my arm and started dragging me but didn't get very far before I pulled away.

"What the fuck" I shouted.

"You can't just smoke and drink away your thoughts and problems all the time. I know you miss Hayes bu-"

"I don't miss Hayes. Him leaving has given me freedom. When he was here he would just want to stay in a watch movies. Now he's gone I can go out and party and smoke and do whatever the fuck I want" I shouted back walking away.

"You don't mean that Hannah" he replied back. I sighed and turned back around.

"He is still your boyfriend and we are still your family. You belong at home with us not out on the streets with these punks" When he said that my crew stood up and stood either sides of me. Ashley on the left, then Rhiannon, then me, then Jessica and then Jacob. Jacobs the only boy in our group. Everyone thinks me and him have a thing but we don't. We just sleep with each other. Anyway.

Cam did look a bit intimidated but he didn't stand down.

"These 'punks' are my family. There always here to have a good time with me" I said now more quietly.

"What, So you don't have a good time when your with me and Nash?" He said coming closer to me.

"Not as much fun as when I'm with these guys" I said gesturing to my crew.

"After everything I've done for you" He said with tears in his eyes, now stood face to face with me.

"Yeah. You gave me food, protection and a roof over my head. But you didn't give me a good, fun life. I'm always cooked up inside that house. Everything we do is so serious. I hate that" I screamed in his face as he got angrier and angrier.

"You selfish. Ungrateful Bitch" He screamed. I felt a stinging to my left cheek. He slapped me. He actually slapped me. And called me a Bitch. He's said many things to me before but never once has he called me a bitch or slapped me around the face. I held my cheek as tears filled my eyes.

"Hannah i-"

"Y-you slapped me. You actually slapped me" I said in disbelief as I backed away.

"i-i-"

"Save it" I said as I gestured for the crew to follow me.

"What now" Jessica asked.

"Now" I said as I got a small vodka bottle from my jacket.

"Now we get wasted, get high and fuck shit up"