•hayes grier imagines•

What Happened?~ (Revised)

Welcome back to another revised edition of Hayes Grier imagines.

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*flashback*
"Hayes are you going to forget about me," I said. Hayes was going of to high school because he was a year older than me and I was worried that he would forget about me.
"Of course not your my best friend how could I," he said hugging me.

We talked for a little while but he told me that he would be on vacation for two weeks and he would see me then we had to part. Little did I know that that would be my last time talking to him as my best friend.

*Present day a year later*

It had been a year since I had talked to Hayes. After vacation he was getting ready for school and even when I did see him he acted like I wasn't there. He didn't keep his promise to me. I soon after figured that he probably didn't want be in any type of contact with me anymore and I started to get closer with Nash. I would never go to his house because of fear of running into Hayes there. I am a freshman now at the same school as Hayes and he is a sophomore so I see him sometimes.

It was always hard for me to make friends so I only had like two of them and I stuck with them all of the time. I had to come to learn not to look Hayes' way when he came which was all of the time. He was on the football team while I was the shy quiet girl who was in orchestra and marching band.

Towards the middle of the school year, the football team started bullying me but I don't know what for, nobody can ever tell where I am and I barely ever speak but when they started bullying me I started to talk back because I knew better than to let some low life boys who think they are everything because they play football talk to me like dirt.

About a month after they stopped only to come back with more stuff you say and they started hitting me. They were very smart for jocks but not to smart. They never hit me where it would be seen but they also always hit places that would be seen by someone close to me, so if they were to hit me bruises would be on my arms. Nash has seen these things and hasn't ignored them. Every time they popped up he was intrigued and asked about how I got them. I had never told Nash though, I had always told him I was clumsy and feel so he would suspect anything. I was afraid that he would say something to Hayes about them.