That's What You Get, Lydia // Hayley Williams

[Chapter Twenty] Stealing Cars & Breaking Hearts

[Chapter Twenty] Stealing Cars & Breaking Hearts

Song: Sex by The 1975

Lydia~  

"So, you're just not going to tell me what's going on?" Peter asked as we walked out of the building and towards his car. Of course, Peter was referring to the whole situation I was going through with my band members. He's been asking me the same questions ever since Romance Is Dead auditioned on Saturday for the school's dance. The list of who's going to play at the Winter Dance won't be announced until seventh period. Hopefully, we get at least a ten minute spot during the dance.  

I rolled my eyes, annoyed that Peter wouldn't quit with the questions. It's obvious that I don't want to tell him what happened last week. Why can't he just drop it? It's not that I don't trust Peter.. I definitely do. The reason why I don't want to tell him what happened is... Well, even I think this entire argument is stupid. If I didn't have such a big fucking pride, I probably would have apologized to Hayley by now. I feel bad for what I said, but it's not like I can take any of that back. Anyways, why is Peter the only one asking the questions? He still hasn't told me why him and and his parents came back from Honolulu early.  

Stopping a few feet away from his car, I turned around and faced Peter. "Stop asking me questions, Peter. It's my turn to start asking one hundred fucking questions! First of all, why the hell have you been acting so weird lately?" I asked, my face turning into a small scowl as my arms folded tightly over my chest. Ever since Peter came back from Honolulu, he hasn't been the same. Clearly, I have no idea why the hell he's been acting so strange, but I sure as hell am going to find out.  

Peter tensed, a slight look of panic flashing in his eyes. He quickly turned his surprised expression to a look of anger. "Why the hell should I answer to any of your questions when you haven't responded to any of mine!" He shouted, stepping towards me. I felt a bit relieved that there was no one else in the parking lot to see our verbal fight. Most girls probably would have stepped back by now, but not I. Instead, I kept my tough shell up and glared with anger at Peter.  

"I swear, Lydia," Peter began, his jaw clenching tightly. He paused, the look on his face shown that he was contemplating telling me what he thought. After a few seconds of a suffocating silence, Peter continued speaking. "You're such a fucking bitch." He snapped, his eyes peering directly into mine.  

I tried not to let his words hurt me... but they did, they definitely did. I'm so used to everyone at school calling me mean and a bitch, but when Peter said it, I felt a pain in my chest. Maybe it's because I never expected him to say something like that to me, but it didn't matter. At least, I knew how he truly felt.  

"Fuck you, asshole." I whispered, my fists clenching tightly. "Fuck you!" I repeated, my voice rising a bit. I clenched my jaw tightly, my fists slamming against Peter's chest. "Fuck you!" By now, I couldn't stop myself from hitting him, but my physical violence wasn't exactly directed towards Peter. It was directed towards everything; my father's idiocy, the pointless bickering I was having with my friends, the fact that I was driven away from my own home by some slut... everything... everything just pissed me off. Normally, I would take my emotions out on a snort of white magic or a hit from the intoxicating plant. But now, it seemed like all I could do was act out through violence... even if it meant hurting someone I cared about.  

"Stop," Peter mumbled, grabbing a hold of my arm. Ignoring his request, I continued pounding his chest with as much strength as I had. "Stop." He repeated, his voice lacing with a bit more edge than before. "Stop!" He shouted, his loud voice instantly pulling me away from my blank thoughts. I looked up, searching for any sign of anger in Peter's eyes, but all I was able to see was pure regret, sadness and guilt.