Without a Word (Hayes Grier fanfic)

Steps

Hayes

I threw my bag down, the slumped in the chair with it. I don't know why Olivia would want to be friends with Myra now. She and Myra had hated each other for ever and now Olivia was taking advantage of the fact that Myra was a clean slate.

I remembered that last year Olivia had tried to be friends with her and things went down hill for Myra. All I know is Olivia tried to get Myra to date some gross older guy, then spread some nasty rumors that made everyone think Myra was awful.

Now Olivia was all buddy-buddy with her. I hope it's just her trying to be a better person but I don't think it is. Olivia doesn't have better person side to her, take it from me I dated the girl for four months.

When we were dating, she would try to get me to break my tied with Myra, and my other friends. She tried to convince me that they hated her. But when Myra kissed Isaac I turned onto her because she was willing to take part in the revenge.

Looking back I was so stupid, if I had been honest with Myra the whole time and told her how I felt, this wouldn't be happening to her, we wouldn't have been out there on New Years. We would have had the perfect New Years kiss. But now she doesn't even remember that we were thinking about a kiss.

I missed her. More than anything else in the world. She was one of the best things to ever happen to me, and now she's gone. And to add insult to injury she was now being brain washed into thinking that I was terrible.

I assumed nothing hurt more than losing the one you love, but now I know it hurts more when they lose you, but you still have them.

Myra

I sat down on the couch. Ali sat in the chair across the room and turned on the TV, but she had no intention in actually watching.

"So how was your first day back?" She turned the swivel chair to face me.

"Fine, I guess" I muttered under my breath. Just loud enough for her to hear.

"Well the was convincing," she smiled at me, attempting to cheer me up. "Who did you meet?"

"Well I met this girl name Olivia and she seemed nice, but it was weird hanging around her, I felt like I wasn't really supposed to be there"

"Olivia? Why were you with her, you used to hate her?" Ali's words didn't surprise me. When I was talking to Olivia she seemed to be falsely nice to me. Like she was trying to get me to like her.

"I don't know she told me we were friends," I shrugged it off. Not much I could do but ignore her.

"Well that's weird," she dropped the subject after that. I couldn't help but think she just didn't care, which was a welcomed change from the overprotective sister that had plagued me for the last month.

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Another day of school. The usual, or what I assume was usual, happened. I woke up, got dressed, and got into Nash's truck. It was particularly cold today, blustery.

Hayes and I entered the cafeteria, today was different than the first, people didn't stare, no one whispered behind me, although they were uneasy they were normal.

Hayes led me to the group I had been taken to yesterday. Two girls, two guys. They smiled at me and continued talking in their circle. I listened getting caught up on the bad teachers, the annoying students, the basketball game last night. It was normal.

We went through our day, normal. It was nice they talked to me like a friend they hadn't seen in a while. We went to lunch and ate together, it nagged me where Olivia was, and why she was oddly leaving me alone. Not that I was complaining.

My next class was strings. Hayes walked me up a few minutes before lunch ended. I liked being around him, his presence with me was calming. He didn't tip toe around me, but sometimes he was a little protective of me.

"You used to be really good," he said when we got to the class room. The teacher was probably on lunch break, so we were alone. It hurt that he said that, 'I used to be really good', but I guess that's how it works now, I used to be good at this or that.

I picked up the heavy instrument and wondered if a part of me could still remember. Maybe it was like math or science that just stuck. Sitting down I plucked the strings lightly. Then slid my bow across them, in tune.

I don't know why this of all things would stick, but it did. I remembered all the notes and all the songs I could play. The music folder was filled with papers and unfinished music.

"Wow, I forgot how good you are," Hayes said. I gave him a small smile.

"You should probably go to class," I suggested but mostly I wanted him to leave me alone. I could tell he was on the verge of tears, I guess I was just too much to handle for him.

I looked back at the paper. There were several pieces sitting in the folder. One was finished, something called Blue Eyes. After playing through the piece, it was clearly about someone, but who, I couldn't figure out. It had emotion behind it.

The rest of the day was spent thinking about that song. Could it have been about Hayes? I didn't think so, because it was a love song, and from what I've heard me and Hayes were just friends, I hope I wasn't that girl that caught feelings for her best friend, and Hayes seemed so comfortable around me, nothing like there could have been something there before.

Hayes was waiting for her at the truck, Nash and Ali had failed to show up. They seemed rocky lately, Nash had been talking about L.A., and Ali seemed supportive, but hesitant about loosing him. Why wouldn't she be, they were so infatuated with each other. If she lost him, then I would loose her, because she wouldn't be the same.

Nash was going to leave though, we all knew it. It was the next step in his career, why wouldn't he take it, I just hope that step wasn't too big for Ali to take.