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*Mature content at the end*

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Be perceptive of this chapter my lovely readers...

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Hailey~

Layla and I didn't often fight. In all the years we'd known each other I could count on one hand the amount of times we had.

That night was an exception.

"Look at them," I slurred, pointing at the skinny bitches surrounding both Tristan and Scott. Most of them were focused on Tristan, seeing as Scott had a most of them down although a few were still looking hopeful. "Sluts!"

The recreational room was particularly active that evening with hundreds of sweaty bodies grinding against each other – more than I'd ever seen at once.

"Why can't he just fucking walk away?" I yelled to no one in particular as I glared at Scott, who was laughing at something Tristan had said. The girls around them seemed to be swooning over the sound as they stared at the duo, wide-eyed and in awe of the very sound.

I tried my best to climb up from the love seat I was sat on but the room's dramatic tilting didn't seem to be helping me at all and eventually, I gave up. "Damnit!" I cursed. After a few failed attempts I just stayed where I was, feeling grumpier than I had been before my quest to move.

Layla looked to be slightly less out of it then I was as she stared intently at Tristan with a slight frown stuck to her features. I nudged her. "Are you even listening?" I think that I was perhaps screaming down her ear but I couldn't be sure. 

She merely shrugged me off with a roll of her eyes.

"I want to slap them all across the face," I continued, huffing as one girl stepped closer to Scott. She was wearing a jade green skimpy dress that I just knew would look better on me. I mean, I had to say that to help me sleep at night, but somehow I felt it was also the truth.

When Jenna walked over and took the girl's place, I saw red. She'd been doing that a lot lately -- when Scott wasn't with me she would miraculously bump into him and start a twenty minute conversation. I'm sure the whole thing would no doubt be full of innuendos and flirty remarks, but Scott being Scott probably wouldn't even have noticed. Idiot. 

"Help me up," I commanded to an uninterested Layla. "Now! Helloo? I need to swat away the flies." By that I simply meant chasing away all the whores who were trying to put their filthy paws on my man, of course.

Jenna hadn't retaliated from my parting shot (a.k.a sleeping with Scott) which was a relief. But her lack of response just told me that she was planning something and it had been making me nervous, that night in particular. 

"Layla, hurry up!" I nudged her again. Her phone dropped to the floor but I ignored it and waited for her to obey. "Layla!"

She made a noise in the back of her throat before whipping her head around to face me."Would you just stop already?" She screeched. I was stunned, truly. Layla had never raised her voice like this at me before.

"God, you're like a child!" She threw her arms up to emphasise her point which I found almost comical. She was very theatric when she was tipsy. "Scott needs to spend time around his friends too, you know. Just like you need to spend time around yours. Get over your trust issues and grow the fuck up!"

Quickly, I closed my mouth which was busy catching flies, unable to find a response. Wasn't I supposed to be swatting them..? I couldn't remember. My mind was foggy. I struggled for something to say but came up empty.  "Well then..." It was all I could come up with.

She suddenly became agitated and bit her lip, avoiding my gaze. "I'm sorry, Hay," She muttered. "That's not what I wante–"

It was like a light switch had gone off.

Bingo! 

Instantly, I remembered why her response had pissed me off more than it should have because: I'd remembered.

Somehow, I stood to my feet, cutting off her explanation mid-sentence. Being the mess that I was, I'd taken something to go with the alcohol to spice up my night and it was severely fucking with my head.

For a moment everything seemed to still and the music increased to an unbearable pitch until I had to put my hands over my ears to block out the sound. When I looked back up, it was to see Layla was looking at me in concern.

She was about to stand when I let rip.

"How dare you!" I screamed (the reaction was a little bit late but I didn't care). I was sure the alcohol was definitely delaying my responses. "After your fling with Trent you were crying about him for two weeks straight, blubbering like a baby!"

She bowed her head. "I know, I'm sor –"

I didn't let her finish.

Trent was in the year above us. He was a real lady killer, even worse than Tristan. For a few months he'd taken an interest in Layla and then had promptly left as quickly as he'd come the second his interest had faded. I'd known he was trouble from the first time I'd set eyes on him with his perfectly plucked eyebrows, sure smile and devilish charm. Oh, and there was also the fact that he'd slept with half of the females in his year and ours.

After trying to warn Layla about him and realising that she wasn't going to listen, I'd dutifully watched them from the sidelines as their relationship had 'progressed', and had even stayed by her side when he'd left her. I'd been there with her through thick and thin, which

"I can't believe you'd be such a fucking hypocrite!" I screamed above the music. Or at least, I tried to. I didn't know if it was successful or not, but judging by the glances I got from around us I would say it was. 

A sudden itch made its way up my back and I fought to scratch it; my stomach was tying itself in knots and I had no choice but to stop myself from throwing up all over the floor to prevent embarassment. Something was wrong, but being the careless person that I was, I brushed it off.

Her eyes flashed with something that resembled hurt before she pursed her lips and finally stood to face me. Her face was just inches from mine as she spat out her response."You can hardly talk miss I'm-so-perfect," 

I remained stood where I was, rooted to the spot. 

Her tone was cruel, mocking. 

They looked happy together. 

Revoltingly so.

"She looks at him once and you demand a goddamn war! Talk about spoiled. You're the fucking hypocrite, pretending to be something you're not. I'm so tired of your bullshit. We all are!"

Before I could spit a scathing reply she let go of my shoulders, cursing as she did, before storming off.

By now the knots in my stomach had multiplied, tightening so viciously that I had no choice but to bend forward and retch. What was happening to me?

When I righted myself, I scanned the spinning room to try and find Scott. I had to get to him. He was my first priority. I didn't care what Layla said, I just wanted to go home and for Jenna to be out of Scott's hair. I wanted him with me. Was that so much to ask?

The room thankfully settled as I finally located Scott. He'd moved slightly to the right, and was perched against the corner of the bar which looked to be slightly more secluded.

As expected, Jenna was still with him. I was going to kill her, I growled. 

Fuck waiting for her next move. 

If she was going to be rash and try to snatch him in front of me, then I was going to be just as careless and skip ahead of the game. 

As if hearing my thoughts or sensing my presence, his eyes flickered over to where I was. Even in my state I couldn't deny the connection. It was like a bolt of electricity had shot its way up my spine the second our eyes had met.

His eyes widened slightly when he saw me. Perhaps because I was just so ridiculously hot, I thought with an air of satisfaction, just as I took a step forward. "Shit!"

From a distance away, I thought I heard Scott yelling my name above the track right before my vision blurred.

"Hailey?"

I groaned.

"Hailey! Oh God, you're ok. You've been passed out for a while, I didn't know whether I should call the hospital or –"

I moaned again, cutting the voice off. I tried to open my eyes but couldn't just yet, they felt too heavy. When something warm pressed against my face I snuggled into it. I liked the warmth.

"Hailey, baby? Can you hear me?" I recognised the gentle voice. It belonged to Scott. The warm thing continued to stroke my face.

"Scott?" I rasped. My throat felt tender and sore, as if I'd been shouting for hours. Suddenly, I remembered the night I'd had. Ugh.

"Is she awake?" Tristan asked. His heavy weight plopped itself down right fucking next to me. Really? I wanted to yell at him. 

He didn't even like me!

I scowled, my eyes still closed. "Fuck off, Tristan." 

He snickered; there was a laugh from Scott.

"Definitely awake then," was the dry remark in response. Tristan still hadn't moved, much to my irritation. 

Finally I forced my eyes to open and stared at the ceiling above. I was in Scott's bedroom lying on his bed and Tristan was sitting on the edge by my feet. "How the hell did I get here?" I said as I tried to sit up.

"No you don't," Scott forced me back down again.

"I'm fine," I snapped at him but he ignored me.

"Tristan gave us a lift," was all he said. "He'd come to the campus earlier on in his car and brought us back here. It was the fastest way."

At the mention of his name Tristan stood. Even now he failed to meet my eyes.

"Looks like she'll be fine," he told Scott, barely registering me. "I'll be off now. Talk to you tomorrow."

"Thanks for dropping us off," Scott said before saying goodbye.

A minute later the sound of the front door shutting and a car starting could be heard. "My head is killing me," I told him as I placed a hand to my forehead. "Tanks for taking me back to yours."

He kissed my cheek before siting up. "No problem. I'll go and get you some painkillers."

After swallowing two ibuprofen pills and drinking a whole glass of water, I rested my head against the bedframe. "I'm going to stink tomorrow," I told him mournfully as I lifted up my arms. My words were less slurred, to which I was thankful for and my head was also beginning to clear up.

For a brief second I thought instead about Layla, but pushed it away again. 

I'd deal with that problem tomorrow.

Scott grinned. "Want to take a shower with me?"

That sounded like a very good plan. "Yep."

Climbing off the bed again, he stepped into his ensuite before switching on the shower. The sound of the water pouring from the faucet soothed me, almost sending me to sleep on the spot. Nevertheless, I stayed awake if only for the reward of showering with Scott. 

He helped me climb out of bed before nearly carrying me to the bathroom. It was incredibly modern with a transparent glass panel surrounding the walk-in shower and freshly tiled walls and floors.

"Careful not to slip," he told me as he unzipped my dress.

The fabric fell to the floor, leaving me exposed in my matching bra and panties. I watched as he pulled off his own clothes until he was stood in nothing but his boxers, and looked down at his bulge. 

When he caught me looking he turned away from me, slightly embarrassed. I laughed loudly and pulled him to me, kissing his chest. His breathing got heavier just as I bent down, nearing the top of his boxers.

"Hailey, wait," he told me as he pulled me up, gently gripping my hair. "This isn't a good idea. Let's just focus on getting you showered."

I smothered my groan with a sly smile before stepping in. "I agree." Not.

He looked cautious before stripping completely and climbing in behind me.

The second he was inside I looped my hands around his waist and travelled my hands lower until I was stroking him.

He stiffened and tried to push me away. "Hailey, stop..." When I continued to stroke him, taking him fully in my hands, he groaned and shifted forward until we were only inches away.

Hot water cascaded down my back, soaking my hair.

"Hailey..." His face was pinched as if it was an effort for him to speak. "We shouldn't..."

I leaned forward and kissed his forehead, signalling him to shut up. "I want to." We stayed like that for minutes until finally he shuddered from his release.

When my back was turned he began to wash my hair, leaving wet kisses on the back of my neck as he did so. Finally we stepped out and got ready for bed.

His cover was already thrown across the bed as I entered the room with a towel wrapped around my hair. Too shattered to speak, I merely climbed in and snuggled against him.

He chuckled as I slid my arms around him, trapping him with me."You still have a towel on."

"I don't care," I mumbled before burying my face into his chest. I didn't even get a chance to hear his reply because I was out like a light.

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I don't think I'm very good at this mature stuff but hey ho. Are you glad Layla finally told her what needed to be said? :'D

Yes, she moans about Scott a lot but don't worry it will progress!!!

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