When Hate Turns To Love (Hayes Grier)

Chapter Two-I will show you

Hunters outfit
Hunters POV
-Next day at Griers,
I still can't believe he said something about my dad, he doesn't know who I am! He can't talk about my dad, just because he is some vine star doesn't mean he is above everyone! You know what! I'm going to make a vine! And a YouTube  I'm going to show him! 

    I go into the living room and see him,he stares at me.
"What." I snap.
He just rolls his eyes and walks off. I go upstairs and knock on Skylynn's door. I hear running to the door and giggling before the door opens.
"Hi!" Skylynn says happily
"Hey!" I mock her tone playfully.
"Wanna play?" She asks
"Sure!" I smile. This outta make him mad too, like ha your sister likes me!
Why am I being like this?

I walk into her room and smile, it's very clean for someone her age. She has a swing, lots of stuffed animals and horses.
"You like horses?" I ask.
"Yesss." She cheers
"Me too." I simply say.
"Me three!" Aniston says

"Guys lunch !" My mom yells, perfect.

We all run downstairs get our food and sit at the table.
"Mom what do you think about me getting a YouTube and vine and stuff?" I ask.
"That's a great idea! Hunter has a voice on her! Very funny too you got this!" She laughs and I smile, earning a glare from Hayes.
I finish my lunch and pull my phone out and start making a lot of social media accounts. Twitter,Instagram,Vine, YouTube, Younow, Snapchat really anything I see that's social media.
   "Do you think this is gonna get back at me? Like why are you doing this?" He questions.
"Because I want to! Not everything is because of you Hayes." I roll my eyes.
  "Whatever." He walks off.

Truthfully I just want to go home now. I don't want to be disrespectful to everyone else though, like Skylynn and Elizabeth didn't do anything to me. I walk around until a find a bathroom and go in, licking the door. I slide down the back of the door and cry, not even cry, I sob.
        Everything is happening too fast, my dad leaving, and abusing us. School, bullying and being attacked, by not only students but myself. Then the move. I already have someone who hates me. I mess everything up it seems and thinking about it makes it worst.
But talking about is even worst.
   I decide to use an excuse to go home and just say I'm sick. I hurry down stairs and look at everyone.
"I um I don't feel well, I'm just gonna go home and g-get some rest" I smile weakly
Jeremy looks at me. He knows me the best out of everyone. He knows something is up. I can tell Hayes does to cause he isn't looking at me with hatred. He's looking at me, guiltily?
"Okay sweetie we will see you tomorrow." Elizabeth says, I nod and walk out.
   
Right when I walk into my house I being sobbing more, clutching my stomach tightly. I let out a scream of frustration and cry more. I know I can't get better like this, I'm letting everything get to me. So instead of crying I'm going unpack my bags and decorate my room.
I walk to my room, there's an overwhelming amount of boxes. I start with my bed set. Which I adore it's all black and my pillows are a Dark Blue. I put the stuffed animal that my late best friend gave me, then a picture of her before she passed on my nightstand.
     Once I am finished with that a grab the boxes labeled 'Clothes' and unpack them all into my dresser drawers and my closet. I go past a another stuffed animal, given to me by my dad. Tears fill my eyes and I hurry downstairs, going out side. I throw the stuffed animal away and Hayes, with my luck , sees me. I go inside and shut the door going back upstairs.
        Next, my favorite part is the actual decorating! I put my pictures on my wall. Some with family, some with friends. A lot with Casey in it.
   The whole Casey story is that in 8th grade, last year, Casey and I got into a car accident with Jermey and she ended up passing away. When I got back to school.
      I lost everything..everybody. They said it was my fault. Then more bullying kicked in and it ended in me getting Severe Depression and Anxiety. Followed by Bipolar Disorder and Paranoia Disorder. I..process things differently.
      Casey was really my only friend and then when I lost her I guess I just...broke.

I continue to decorate my room, that consists with PTV and SWS posters. Most of my room is dark. I put up an Jewelry Organizer, then I put the Jewelry in it.  I have a lot of jewelry. A lot.
    Then next my bathroom, I put all my 'products' in there and hang a shower curtain up. Simple.
I go downstairs and grab my guitar and bring it up.  my keyboard, aka piano. My dad spoiled us before he got into drugs and alcohol. He was a really sweet guy before the drugs consumed his life. I hook my microphone up to my laptop and decide to make a video.
   I grab my guitar and turn everything on.
"Hey! This is my first video! Hope you enjoy this cover of 'Breathe Me' by Sia" I smile and begin to play.
     I go through the entire song and smile at the camera.
"Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for watching." I turn the camera off and sigh. I post the video and lay on my bed. I stare at the ceiling and close my eyes, falling asleep soon after.

Short chapter sorry babes!