Hayes Grier Part 7

Hayes Grier Part 7

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*you wake up very light headed and you look to your side and see no hayes* *so you decide to sit and bed and check your phone and to go on twitter and you see that hayes posted so many pictures from last night they were cute very cute* then you smell something burning so you slip your slippers on and run down stairs to the kitchen and see hayes burning breakfast. y/n: hayes what are you doing! *you said as laughing* hayes: i wanted to make you something good haha y/n: let me take over it would be much better for me to make breakfast. you push hayes to the side slowly to take over hayes comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your stomach with his chest hitting his back and places his head on your shoulder y/n: so hayes what did you have planned for today! hayes: well im taking a very special girl to the beach later for a nice dinner and im going to stay with you until your mother comes back from here work trip y/n: *you blush* well i bet that girl is very special to have the greatest bestfriend in the world! hayes: she is very lucky *he smirks* as you both sit down to eat you decided to bring up on what happened last night y/n: so lets talk about last night, what in the world even happened?! hayes gives you the look meaning do we have too y/n: yes hayes we do i just dont understand.. hayes: well, nash and matt lefted you.. and sadly you tried to hurt yourself and i care a lot about you to see you upset you start to tear up y/n: hayes i dont know what i would do without you hayes walks over to you and picks you up playfully y/n: i have to go meet someone this afternoon so wanna pick me up later? hayes: take your time no rush ill be checking up on you for now on to make sure my baby girl is safe and ok. y/n: ok ill see you later you ran upstairs to get dressed, you got out a white laced short sleeve shirt, with black skinny jeans and you got out your white vans. you arrive at the meeting spot y/n: hey what did you want to talk about.?
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"Bianca what the fuck was that?" David says to me as we walk inside his house. The whole car ride was silent, no one uttered a word and I don't know why. I hate silence. Silence allows the brain to think about a lot of shit over and over. He already had a lot of things replaying in his head. He probably thought about how to reply to my comments. He just had this whole conversation planned out already. "What was what?" I reply sitting down on the couch. I sigh of relief that I finally got a chance to take off my heels. "Y'all got something going on between y'all, don't y'all?" David replies standing up "I don't know what you're talking about" I unzip my jacket sitting it down beside me. I knew my nonchalantness would piss him off. "Bianca stop fucking playing with me" David spat back. He's not the type to raise his voice during an argument. You knew he was mad when he starts cursing at you and says your name all in the same sentence. "I'm not doing anything. I don't know what or who you're talking about David" I take out my phone and start to text Parish telling her how the event went. "You fucking Chris aren't you?" I just looked up at him making a stank face and then back down at my phone. "Hello? I'm talking to you" David stands in front of me. I wasn't in the mood to bicker back and forth with him right now. I could've just told him yes, but he didn't want to know the truth. He smacks my phone out of my hand. I look up at him "Are you fucking him?!" He yells at me and that took me off guard. "No!" I shout back at him. "Are we done yelling?" I ask calmly raising an eyebrow. "You think this shit funny?" He questions "Go home"

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