Breaking "Bad"

F o u r t e e n

THIS CHAPTER.

[Edited]

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*Mature content at the very beginning of Tristan's POV*

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                         ~Hailey~

The chemical was strong as I coated my nails with varnish.

It had been a few days after I'd been allowed back on campus and strangely, no one had commented on the incident. As far as I knew, the Goth girl was still in hospital and a part of me wanted to go and visit her, if only to ease my conscience.

The idea sometimes kept me up at night.

Before the scent of polish could completely engulf us, Layla trod over to her window and opened it. I revelled in the fresh air just as the girls let out a dramatic sigh of relief.

"You're a life saver," I told her the second I felt able to breathe without gagging.

She flipped her hair as she sat, looking slightly amused. "I try."

It had also been four days since Scott had left me sitting on the bench and since then I'd been dazed, not wanting to believe it had all happened, but of course it had.

"How's it going?" She asked me as she looked over at what I was doing.

I smiled and held up my hands, showing off my nails. "Just fine."

Layla's solution had been to distract me. Since I'd given her a phone call the day I'd walked away from Scott, we'd done something different with the girls each day that passed, at her insistence. The day before, we'd gone out to a restaurant and ordered the most expensive bottles of wine; the day before that we'd gone paintballing, and the day before that we'd had a picnic.

Let me rewind: yes, we'd gone paintballing.

The girls had moaned most of the time (until Layla had told them to shut up), but the two of us had loved it. It had been something different; something that Layla had insisted the 'new' Hailey would've done.

To help me move on, she'd also suggested that the Hailey Scott had left was the 'old' me -- someone I should no longer have associated with. It was a sweet attempt to help me and I'd been playing along so that Layal didn't feel as if her ideas were being shot down.

Oh, and the current (fourth) day was a sleep over.

When I finished coating my nails we heard a knock at the door causing me to pause. "Who could that be?" I asked to no one in particular.

Layla looked sheepish but the rest of the girls didn't look surprised at all; I narrowed my eyes at my best friend. "Layla," I warned her.

She merely brushed me off with the wave of a hand and got up to answer it. "Someone came to apologise," was all she said as the door swung open.

Courtney stood on the other side, wringing her hands and looking everything like a nervous wreck.

There was a heavy anticipation as I put my nail varnish down and walked over to her, before shutting the door behind me. When I was sure no one was listening in, I led us over to a quiet corner far away from the dorm room..