Change (a Hayes Grier fanfiction)

Two

Two

I woke up at six in the morning like I normally do and get ready for my run. I threw on my work-out clothes and pulled my hair into a pony-tail. I threw on my shoes and walked out the door. It wasn't that bad of a run, just to wake me up and get some cardio in.

After my run I came back inside and got into the shower. I turned on the water to warm and took my hair out. I grabbed some undergarments and put them in my bathroom before stripping down. I got in and washed my body and shaved my underarms and legs. While I was running the coconut shampoo through my hair I examined the scars along my wrist, they are the reminder that I am ugly, and stupid, and I can't do anything. I got out of the shower with tears in my eyes thinking about all these things, I blew my hair out so it was damp. Then I looked at the razor in front of me. I picked it up and examined the shiny, sharp metal. I put the blade up to my wrist and made three long cuts against my skin. My tears were pouring out of my eyes. I grabbed a tissue and wiped the blood off my wrist taking deep breaths.

Once the blood stopped coming out I put on all my bracelets and fixed my makeup before changing. I had on a high wasted black circle skirt and a long sleeve baby blue crop top sweater. I straightened my short brown with red-dip dyed hair and applied light makeup to not hide my freckles. My bright alien like eyes pop with my long eyelashes. I put on some bright pink lipstick, while examining myself in the mirror I realized I was going to be late for school. I grabbed my white high top converse and ran down stairs. While I was waiting for my waffle to cook I packed my lunch and drank some orange juice. When my waffle popped, which scared the shit out of me, I grabbed it and ran out the door. As I was running to the bus stop I saw the bus driving away... without me.

Now I have to call Nash, and I really don't want to call him.

The only reason I have his number is in case of an emergency and I can't contact Taylor because he doesn't have a car. I pulled out my phone and pulled up his contact. I clicked the phone and it started to ring I was praying that he wouldn't pick up, but I needed a ride too, sadly before I could think of something else he picked up.

"Hello?" He says.

"Nash?" I say

"Yah, is this CC?" He says, I never call him so he's probably not sure.

"Yah, I missed the bus to school, and I was wondering if you could drive me." I say rocking on my heels looking at the street.

"Sure, we're just about to leave, I'll come and get you, you live at the house with the orange tree right?" He says in a perky tone like I made his day.

"Ok yea it's that house, thanks, and tell Taylor I say hi." I say then I hang up before he can say anything else.

I waited about five minutes by my house and then I see Nash in his old blue beat up truck with Hayes in the front. I walk towards the car and hop in.

"Hey CC." Nash says pulling away from my house.

"Hi Nash." I say scrolling through twitter acting like I am doing something, which really I'm not. We say nothing the whole way there, Hayes didn't even say a thing. Thank goodness I don't want to have to deal with that. I hop out of the car and walk into the awful place I call school. When I get to my locker I begin to put books in and take books out, I feel a tap on my shoulder and I turn around and see Nash fiddling with the strap of his backpack which appears to be broken.

"Yah?" I say putting my history book into my backpack and shutting my locker.

"I'm sorry about Hayes... he was ignoring you the whole way here." He says with his apologetic eyes.

"Oh it's fine, he ignores me everyday, I'm used to it."

"What?"

"Yah, I don't talk to him he doesn't talk to me, it's what I've been doing all year."

"He... um... he has you as his lock screen on his phone, well it's all of us when we used to hang out."

"What?" I say then the bell rings and next thing I know Nash is walking away to his junior class.

I walk into my history class and sit in the back as usual. I look up and see Hayes sitting on my desk giving me a smirk.

"What do you want?" I ask getting out a pencil.

"You know, your the most beautiful girl I've ever met." He says looking into my green eyes.

"Really? If you did you would talk to me, and not ignore me like you do every day." I could see the hurt in his eyes and he started to walk away in defeat.

He didn't say anything he just walked away with hurt in his eyes, whatever he's a player anyway I just need to stay away from him, if he finds out my secret everything will go downhill.

After class I practically sprinted to my next class to avoid seeing Hayes, he doesn't have math with me, thank goodness. I walk in and see Tiffany Hiltridge. Possibly the most annoying, sluttiest, and bitchiest girl in school.

She flipped her short blonde hair at me leaving her chánnel sent to follow her all the way to her desk. God in hate her, she thinks she's all that because she is. It's so gross every guy wants to be with her and every girl wants to be her. All guys swoon over her, all except Hayes. The thing is that's the one boy she wants. It's like fire and rain, she wants him all the time but he wants her once. She was the first girl to get used, and dumped by Hayes, ever since she thinks she's the one, gross.

I sit down in my desk, in the back and start to pull out my homework when I saw a pair of hot pink nails hit my desk in an annoying way.

"Hello Cassidy." She says with her plastic lip gloss smile.

"It's CC, what do you want?" I asked annoyed.

"What were you doing in Nash's car?" She says flipping her hair off her shoulder.

"I missed the bus so I asked if he could give me a ride."

"Really?"

"Really."

"I guess then I'll just have to ask Hayes." She says smirking like she just won a battle.

"You do that."

She walked away flipping her hair as she turned.

God I hate her.