♥The Guy I Hate Is The Guy I Love♥ (Editing)✔

♥Chapter 52: Guilt is not a nice feeling♥

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"Wake up Poppy," someone screamed into my ear. I groaned because of the noise, moving around.

I mumbled twisting and turning.

"It's morning," Matt shouted as sunlight hit my face.

"Matt!" I groaned burying my head into my pillow.

"Oh, you are not getting drool all over my pillow!" Matt exclaimed pulling the pillow from my reach. "Get up! We're going out with everyone remember? Charlie and Callum are going to L.A. tomorrow and this is your only chance to spend some time with them," Matt informed me before bashing my head with the pillow.

"Dude; what the fuck," I shouted irritated with my older brother.

He smirked then walked towards his private bathroom, shutting the door behind him. I sighed and threw the covers off of me. Half awake, I walked towards my room shutting the door behind me and entered the shower to wipe away all the dirt from yesterday. Once I stepped out of the shower, I looked at my reflection in the foggy mirror.

My stomach and back had scars. They were the scars from all those times when I tried to commit suicide by stabbing myself after Marcus left me alone in this cruel world.

No wonder Conor wanted to break up with me.

I was a screwed up mess. He was done with babysitting me.

I understood where Conor was coming from. He didn't feel anything anymore and to be honest neither did I. All this time I was forcing myself to do things that I wasn't ready to do yet. I wasn't ready to move on from Marcus.

I wasn't ready to handle another relationship and love someone when I wasn't emotionally stable. The bruises from Zac and Henry's beating had faded away around the time I went to see Scooter. Thank God they weren't permanent. After drying myself and my hair I put on my underwear, a white tank top with a black unbuttoned shirt with a pair of black chinos and black and white converses. I tied my hair into a tight ponytail and looked at my appearance. Small bags were forming underneath my eyes. I sighed and rolled my shoulders backwards before glimpsing into the mirror one more time.

Once I shut my door I saw Conor and Ed walking out of the house. He noticed me and sent me a weary smile. Edward noticed me and grinned at me I sent him the exact same smile and waved. Soon Conor was walking towards me whilst Matt was getting his car out the garage.

'Act like everything is normal,' Vicky advised me.

"Hey, you wanna come with me or are you going with Matt?" Conor asked.

"I think I'll go with Matt. Besides he doesn't know where the place is but I do."

Conor nodded. "By the way I'm picking up Diana because she couldn't find a lift. Is that okay with you?"

I nodded and sent him a genuine smile. "That's fine. Why wouldn't that be?"

He bit his bottom lip nervously and looked down. "Well I better be going if I want to get there on time." He chuckled nervously. He stood there for a few seconds before exclaiming "Bye!" and running towards his car, and I meant literally running towards his car. I sighed shaking my head and joined Matt in the car at the back.

"I thought you were going with Conor?" Matt raised an eyebrow. "What happened between you two anyways?" Matt asked curious. I was going to snap at him. But instead I said "Can't I spend time with my brother?"

Matt looked at me, not believing my words but shrugged it off.

"Where to Ms Hayley?" I heard a voice ask. I looked at the front to see Fred sitting there in the passenger seat.