And When He Is Here // hayes grier

Chapter 19

↠Bradie

It's been two weeks sense Hayes asked me to the dance. And the dance is tonight. It's a Saturday so I didn't have to wake up early to the sound of my alarm. The dance is at 6 and me, Hayes, and a couple others, including Ryan and Liz, are going out to eat before. I was off my crutches and back at school normally but lacrosse season is over. So that totally sucks. I got up off my bed, grabbed my phone and headed down stairs for lunch. Yes lunch I slept late. I got down there and saw Ry eating an egg salad sand which. Those are literally the best. I stepped over to him and tried to take one of the two that were by him.

"Hey paws off" he snapped

"Are you serious?" I fought back.

"Dead serious"

"You literally have two sitting next to you and I can't have one"

"Correct"

"Aren't you funny" I said in a mocking voice.

"I am" he smirked

"Ha. Ha. I'm dying of laughter" I said sarcastically

"You should just be dying" he mumbled. I spun around and gave him a death stare.

"Don't you dare. Even if you're joking. I get that everyday at school I do not need it from you" I snapped

His facial expression changed from joy to regret and sorry. "What?"

"Uh-" I tried to take back what I said even though it was true. But he cut me off.

"No, no I heard you, you can't take it back now. I just- really?"

"Yes really." I admitted

"From who?" he sat down his sandwich and slide the extra two over a seat. I sat down in the seat the sandwiches were in front of and sighed.

"Your little fuck off friends." I kept my head down and wouldn't look at him.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know. I'll talk to them abo-"

"No!" I looked at him. "You are not talking to them about it or they'll just make fun of me more"

"Does Hayes know?" he asked

"...no. And I kind of keep a lot of this stuff from him so you better not tell him" I looked back down at the counter.

"Bradie don't 'Dylan' him"

I picked my head up again and looked at him "what?"

"What you're doing to Hayes, is what Dylan did to you"

"And what did Dylan do to me?" I asked him to see if he really knew.

"He kept this kind of stuff from you to try and 'protect you' and not cause issues for you and it made more problems"

He had a point. I am doing to Hayes was Dyl did to me. And I can't do that.

"I'm going to go shower. Thanks for lunch" I picked up the plate of sandwiches and headed upstairs.

It was around 2 and we are all going out at 4:30 to take pictures then eat. I got out of my pajamas then turned on the shower. I waited impatiently for the water to get warm. When it finally did I hopped in. The warm water felt amazing on my skin. I washed my hair with shampoo and conditioner, shaved my legs and armpits, and just washed my body. I turned the knob in the shower to turn off the water and hopped out. I wrapped a towel around my hair and another around my body and stepped back into my room. I opened the drawer that had my t-shirts in it and threw a Davidson Day one on my bed and grabbed some athletic shorts out of a different drawer and did the same. I put on some underwear and a sports bra then into my clothes. I brushed threw my hair and decided not to do my make up till tonight.