☠EDITED☠

who do you want for president and why? dedication to MapleLeafx for the scene when she gets home xx (:

Hayden's POV:

It's lunch and Louis walks over, "Hey, Hayden. I want you to meet my best friend, Zayn."

Zayn smiles warmly, "It's nice to meet you, Hayden."

I take his outstretched hand and shake it, "You too!"

"I've heard lots about you." He smirks.

Louis face reddens. "Okay, Zayn. You can go now."

"No, no. I want to know."

"Just how gorgeous you are, and how he reallllllyyyyy likes you, also-"

"Shut the fuck up, Zayn! Or I'll go and talk to Madi for you and talk to her about your little crush."

He glares. "Fine, Tomlinson."

Turning to me he says, "Nice to meet you, Hayden."

"You too, Zayn."

As soon as he leaves, Louis sits next to me. "Hey, gorgeous."

I roll my eyes, "Hi."

"That hurts. No compliment for me?" He pouts.

"No."

He grins. "Ah, how nice. So, I have a question to ask you."

I take a bite of my lasagna, "What is it?"

"Well...you see...never mind." He stops himself.

"Tell me." I plead.

"No, it's nothing."

"Fine, I'll just go talk to Za-"

"Okay, fine!"

I grin, "Go on."

"It's just...prom's coming up..."

My heart starts pounding, "Yes?"

"And I was wondering how'd you feel if I asked Hailey?"

And it shatters, "Oh. Um, I think she'd like that. Go for it."

His serious face turns to a laughing one. "God, I'm kidding! Do you really think I'd go with her? I want to go with you."

"Oh my. You almost made me have a heart attack!" I laugh, relieved.

"So what do you say?" He grins.

"Yes." I smile, wrapping my small arms around him.

I close the door harshly as I enter the house, throwing my jacket off and checking my phone for any texts from Louis. I didn't want to text him first to seem clingy, but I really wanted to talk to him. I hear foot steps, and look up from my phone to see Eric standing by the stairs. Rolling my eyes I ignore his smirk and walk over to the kitchen, his foot steps sounding behind me.

"How was your day, Hayden?" I hear his deep voice ask, but it didn't feel like a normal question to me.

And honestly, ever since he punched Evan I've been a little scared of him. I feel like Eric just likes to piss me off at times.

"Good." I reply coldly, heading to a cabinet by the fridge and going on my toes to reach it. It's only been a second before I feel a large presence behind me and a hand press against my lower back as he opens the cabinet and grabs the box of crackers I was looking for.

I move away quickly from Eric, and turn to face him. "Hey, those are mine!"

Instead of giving them to me, he places one in his mouth seductively. I twist my face in disgust and grab the box from his grip, smiling as I take a cracker and eat it front of him.

"Now if you excuse me-" I mutter, trying to walk past Eric but his large frame blocks my smaller one, and I can't get past him. I try many times, trying my best to side step him. All of a sudden, he leans closer to me, too close. I back up, hitting the counter and dropping the box of crackers to the floor.

"Oh, Denny..." Eric chuckles, and I growl at him.

"I told you, only Evan calls me that!" I spit, but all Eric does is touch my cheek as I slap it away. What the hell is he doing? Who does he think he is?

"Lets not talk about that asshole, let's talk about you..." Eric murmurs "and this." His fingers trail lower, to the hem of my shorts. I try to slap his hand away but he grabs it, firmly.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" I shout, angrily

"Don't talk to me like that, bitch!" Eric growls, his hand inside my pants, and slowly touching my underwear.

"Stop!" I scream, turning around quickly and his hand twisting as he screeches in pain. I open the drawers desperately, his hand grazing my bum as I pull out a knife and turn around.

"Oh Denny," Eric snickers darkly "you wouldn't."

My lower lip quivers, and I hit him hard before running and retreating to my room. I jump on my bed, after locking my door. Tears run down my cheeks, I need to tell someone. My mom? No, she wouldn't do anything. I call Evans phone number, weeping as I wait for him to pick up.

"Please pick up, please pick up." I whisper to myself, frantically.

"Hi, you've reached-" I hang up and scream in frustration. There's only one other person I can call.

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Sooooo, Eric's an asshole. And also played by Bradley Cooper.