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

8. You Think I look Alright With These...

AN- long time no see.

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(Hayley's POV)

When I woke up the next morning, I made the instant decision to not go to school.

My head hurt like a bitch, and I felt an overwhelming pain of anxiety in my stomach and chest.

Ah, the hangover. One of life's cruelest jokes and shittiest deals. You get to have an elevated level of fun for a few hours, but the more fun you have, the worse you feel tomorrow. Although I couldn't really remember if I did have any fun. In fact, I couldn't remember much at all.

Gerard.. I remember him.. Yes! On the way to school ,after miraculously not getting hit by a car while crossing one of the busiest roads in the city, I definitley saw him. Why don't I remember what he said? Because you were wasted, dumbass. Maybe I should call him to find out what happened?

I picked up my phone. 12:38 pm. Knowing that he would currently be in Math, I decided to put my phone back down. Besides, I really needed to stop dumping all my problems on him. I mean, he was my best friend, but how long had it been since I'd asked him how he was doing? I'm not the only one who has a shitty time at school, Lynn bullies him too and-

Lynn... Lynn! She was there too!

We must have spoken, or else I wouldn't have remembered her. Alcohol tends to blur all the background calamity and introduce a wonderful but also frustrating sense of tunnel vision in the mind. But what did I say to her? Or rather, what did she say to me? I laughed to myself, how optimistic of me to assume we spoke to eachother instead of replicating one of our infamous fist fights. She would usually win when we fought, sometimes by force, but often because I let her. Not in the wholesome type of way a parent lets their child win a game of hide and seek in order to bring the child joy, no. This was.. a little different, let's say.

I removed myelf from the sofa I passed out on top of -huh, I must not have made it upstairs- and drowsily walked into the nearest bathroom. Looking in the mirror, I found myself surprised. Not only was there a remarkable lack of recent cuts and bruises on my face ,aside from the pre existing ones that emerged from our little 'disagreement' a day or two ago, there was also a set of mascara tears running down my cheeks. Oh, I must've been crying. I can't for the life of me think of why. I saw Gerard, then I saw Lynn, Lynn didn't hit me and then I cried? Damn, I knew I liked being hit but I didnt know I'd be such a baby about it. Not the time for jokes, Hayley, try and think normally for once.

Perhaps she had said something that rubbed me the wrong way? Her words could be rather lethal at times. Though her remarks were not often witty and well dressed, they were incredibly blunt and left no room for kindness. But of course, Lynn and kindness do not belong in the same sentence.

Maybe I'm simply overthinking, maybe she just called me a fag, I flipped her off and went and cried about something else, something to do with Jenna?

No, I didn't want to think about Jenna. It was whatever. It didnt matter. It certainly wasn't the first time I had told someone 'no' and have them disrespect my wishes. But it wasn't even about respect. It was about basic human fucking decency. Anyway, like I said, whatever.

Fuck Jenna. And fuck Lynn for that matter. I had Gerard and that was it, I just hoped I didn't say anything spiteful towards him yesterday.

I felt my stomach grumble, demanding food. I tried to ignore the starved state of my body. I didn't eat anything yesterday (here's to drinking on an empty stomach like a complete moron) and I can't eat anything for most of today due to the fact that I'd rather not throw it all back up.