Bad Little Californian

Chapter 23

Hayes room was easier to find since music was blasting out from the bottom of the door and a football was still guarding his room. With every step advancing to the door I felt a hit of uneasiness. What am I supposed to expect, dealing with people in New Jersey was easy but dealing with Hayes was hard and that says something. I don't know why but whenever I'm around him in situations like these my mind always goes blank and I can't form the right sentences.

The music vibrated through my fingers as I clutched onto the doorknob, pulling it down to reveal Hayes lying on his bed with a tennis ball clutched in his hand. Mindlessly throwing it up and catching it as he stared intently at the white ceiling. Closing the door behind me with my foot I took a few steps towards the bed.
"Hayes" I yelled over the music but he didn't acknowledge my presence. Groaning I pulled my hands out my jacket pockets and clapped over his face, stepping back as he shot up and glared at me, the tennis ball merely missing his head and landing with a bounce on his blanket. He glared at me and paused the music that emanated from the phones buried in his sweatshirt pocket.

"What?" he spat icily as he stood up a few feet away from me.
"What happened between us? What is this?" I gestured to us
"Heaven" he gave me a fake dramatized smile.

"Hayes, I don't want this to be difficult. Just tell me why your acting like this and we'll sort it out"

"Because you're ass is still in this state" he shrugged. His increasingly becoming infamous dramatized fake smile showing up again.

"What's with the attitude?" Granted that wasn't the best way to start but I'm usually the blunt and get straight to the point type. I looked at his baggy sweatpants that hung low on his hips and bundled at his ankles then my eyes ascended up to his equally baggy sweatshirt then to his swollen lips, his pale skin and the dark circles under his eyes from the lack of sleep.

He scoffed, "like you don't have one. Ever since we found you, you've been nothing but ungrateful and bratty. I haven't even heard a 'thank you' yet"

"So this is what it's all this craps about. It's about me not saying 'thank you'?" He took a large step further, a crazed look already corrupting his normal light blue eyes.
"Do you know how much trouble you put me though" he jabbed himself numerous times in his chest with his finger, "after years of obsessing over where you were I finally find you like this" he gave me a disgusted look which made my clenched knuckles turn whiter in my pockets.

"Like this? Do you think I wanted to end up like this huh?! " I felt my voice rising. My Jersey accent starting to surface the louder I yelled. "Oh yeah, I definitely wanted a screwed up, psychotic family who shipped me off-"

"Are you still milking that?" he gave me a look of disbelief, "we get it. Pity Kylie because she lives in the hood and works with some blonde prostitute and some middle aged brown man who looks like a perv-" angst rushed through me and without thinking I grabbed the tennis ball from his bed and lobbed it at him. It hitting against his stomach, he bent backwards at my harsh blow, seething out profanities at me,
"I'm sorry not everyone lives in the Hamptons Hayes. I swear to God, your brothers fame's changed you" I said coldly which made him stand up straight,

"Don't you dare talk about Nash. Not after all the shit you put him and the rest of us through!" The veins on his neck popped out and his breathing tightened.
"You, I actually came here to fix things but fuck that yeah. Okay, I get it you hate me but can you not speak to me like  I just killed your parents" I was ready to walk out.

 "At least I have parents" he mumbled, thinking I couldn't hear him but in actuality I was already fuming and ready to punch him. I violently turned around. "Say it to my face" silence. "Look at me in the eye and say it right to my God damn face" I yelled, and with that invitation he stormed towards me and like the last time and forcefully pushed me into the wall. A huge thud echoing though the room and a painful ache nestled into my back. He stood towering over me, a finger jabbed in the center of my collarbone.  

"At. Least. I. Have. Fucking. Parents!" he spat. His voice loud and deep. A burn surged through me and I rose my fist but suddenly there was more voice and before I knew it Hayes was dragged off me and someone wrapped their arms around my waist, trying to pull me back from punching this asshole.

"Aye STOP!!" Matt was yelling from in between us.
"Run away back to Jersey you-"
"Watch me leave!" I tried to lunge at him again however someone tried to usher me out the room but I kept resisting. Wanting to stay and prove whatever point I had to prove but that was short lived as someone picked my up over my shoulder and carried me down the stairs and dropped me onto the couch.

"What the hell was that?!" I stood up in front of Sierra and Gilinski.
"Him being an asshole"

"What we heard was yelling. What we saw was you two trying to kill each other"
"Language missy" Sierra patronizingly shook her finger. I gave her a look of disbelief.

"Seriously. Its been a few damn days and your already treating me like I'm your responsibility"
"You are my responsibility-"
"If you are then your doing a shit job at it!" I yelled, my accent thickened to the point where I could barely understand what I was saying but I was so infuriated I didn't give one abut who I was yelling at.

"You know, during the first few months in Jersey I actually prayed that you'd notice I was missing and find me. Now your like what; four years too late" I rolled my eyes and tried to walk away but Sierra grabbed my shoulder and wrapped her arms around me, this time I didn't make any effort to do it back or to break off.

"I'm here now. And I'm going to fix you" that's when I broke off from her and looked at her in disgust because of her word choice.

"I don't need fixing" and with that I stormed out the house, slamming the door behind me.
"Kylie wait!" I continued walking until someone grabbed my arm and spun me around.

Hayes.