Fake It

(07) dressed to kill

"You know all of these people?" Hayley asked Ben, after he handed her a cocktail.

Parker certainly wasn't lying when he spoke about how good Ben's parties were - not that Hayley had any other party to compare it to, though.

"Maybe not all of them" Ben shrugged, speaking as he heard something shatter. "That better not have been Mum's vase... Or I'm dead. I better check, I'll see you both later."

Smiling, Holly walked up to Hayley. "You look banging! Josh, I'm borrowing Hayley for a bit. Introduce her to some really hot guys across the room."

"Sure, go right ahead" Josh nodded, smiling to himself. The hard work was paying off - Hayley was becoming more popular.

Walking up to Josh, Parker chuckled and wiggled his eyebrows. "So what's happening? Did you two come together or something?"

"Yes - as in I picked her up and drove her here" Josh nodded with a shrug, before chugging down his cocktail.

"'I picked her up and drove her here'" Parker mimicked Josh in a silly tone, shaking his head. "Look, I'm pretty hammered - but I can tell what's happening here. You're mixing business with pleasure."

"Oh please, Parker. We're not all animals like you!" Josh laughed, glad Parker was probably drunk enough not to remember the remark later on. "It's only a bet."

Turning to see what everyone was fussing about, Josh rolled his eyes at the sight of Tay and Alex who had just turned up.

Drinking her cocktail, Tay was already close to drunk from an earlier party and was smoking inside. "Alex, fetch me a beer, would ya?"

"You've got a drink though, the one you stole from another girl?" Alex sighed, refraining from rolling his eyes at the girl.

"I want a beer! Now go and get it!" Tay furrowed her eyebrows, stamping her feet like a child having a tantrum.

"Fine. I'll be back" Alex answered, walking off to find Tay a beer.

Alex was going to take his sweet time getting Tay that beer, though.

Trying to find a bathroom to take a mental break, Hayley walked around the house until she finally found one.

Walking inside the bathroom, all Hayley could smell was vomit. Disgusted, the redhead was beginning to walk out.

"Art girl?" Lynn, who was in Hayley's art class - and gave her a hard time a few days ago - called out.

Hayley spun around, crouching beside the girl who had her head resting on the toilet. "Oh, Lynn... Are you okay?"

"I think I'm going to chunder" Lynn frowned, groaning as she hung her head down in preperation.

"No kidding. I think you already have" Hayley sighed, though she thought it was the least that Lynn deserved after what she said. Watching as she began to sit up, Hayley continued. "Do you need anything? Like a tissue?"

Jane nodded, and Hayley passed her the box of tissues. Heading for the door, Hayley wanted to get away. She heard chuckling from Lynn and turned around, feeling confused.

"So how does it feel, Hayley?" Lynn asked, blowing her nose and using another tissue to wipe her mouth.

"Excuse me?" Hayley furrowed her eyebrows, narrowing her eyes at Lynn.

"You heard what I said perfectly fine" Lynn responded with a cruel tone, shrugging her attitude off. "Here you are cleaning up a rich, talented girl's puke... You are such a d-dork."