The Only One Who's Holy (Hayley Williams x Lynn Gunn)

6. Cause I'm such an awful fuck

This ones rlly long and in Lynn's POV. Enjoy, gay nerds.

As I waited in the nurses office, I felt the weight of Hayley's head resting against my shoulder. Soft, but audible, breaths came in and out of her mouth, sounding almost peaceful.

Occasionally she would murmur things that I couldn't understand, sometimes she would say my name, but it was all -in the end- gibberish that I would never understand.

We had been waiting in the office for at least 10 minutes. How much longer was this fucking nurse going to be?

I was getting a little sick of having to keep on picking Hayley up every time her head began to fall from my shoulder into my lap.

God, she was completely out of it.

Why was she even drinking in the first place? How dumb can someone be to drink in the morning and then show up to school?

It made no sense, but then again, she never did.

I did not hate Hayley Williams.

I despised her, in fact.

Yet I still helped her.

Maybe I felt bad for the years of torment I have inflicted upon her, or the countless number of times I've left a red, purple, or blue mark on her body.

Maybe, but I doubted it.

The nurse finally came out of her goddamn office and greeted us in the waiting room, snapping me out of my irrelevant thoughts.

"Miss Gunn?" She asked, bewildered by the sleeping girl leaning on me. "What's happened to Miss Williams?" She questioned.

"She had a little too much to drink," I responded, hoping that the nurse wouldn't completely flip out, but then again, I'd rather have an angry teacher than have Hayley being unsafe.

Not that I actually cared about her safety. Like I told her before, it was all just entertainment for me.

"Well that's not good," the nurse said, kneeling down to look at Hayley. "She's out like a light, she'll have to stay here for a while until she's well enough to go home." She explained. "You should probably get off to class, sweetheart" the nurse kindly suggested, even though I cringed at the pet name she called me. I hated when Hayley called me sweetheart, but it wouldn't be fair to get angry at the nurse over it.

"Um, actually," I began, not really sure where I was going with this. "Do you think I could stay here with her until she's okay again? I mainly have free periods today anyway.." I lied.

Why was I even asking to stay with her? Maybe I could fuck with her when she wakes up, make her think she passed out in front of everyone, or got knocked out by the midget in the year below.

Or maybe I could just be a good person for once in my damn life and do a kind thing..

"I think that'll be fine," the nurse confirmed. "But if anyone asks, I wasn't the one who let you off classes," she said kindly with a wink.

Before she could do anything else, a loud phone rang, sounding as if it was coming from her office. "Excuse me, I have to get that. Could you get your friend into that room there and lay her down?" She asked, pointing at the room furthest away from where we were sitting. How convenient.

I nodded, as she rushed off to answer the phone.

"Hayley," I said gently, raising her head off of my shoulder and steadying it with my hand. "Hayley, wake up."

"But 'm tired." She slurred. If anything, she was even drunker than before.

"Come on, there's a bed over here,"