Broken.

12

â€Â¢Hailey's POV•

We were now at The Grier's house.

It was only Nash In the house and he's going back to Cali next month I think?

~2:30 PM~

Well... Emily and Nash are in his room doing I don't know and I don't care.

And I'm over hear downstairs in the kitchen eating a bag of chips and tweeting fans.

"Nash! I'm home!" I hear someone yell.

Hayes.

He walks into the kitchen.

With a girl.

That must be Brittney.

She's really pretty.

"What are you doing here?" He asks.

"Was forced to come here. So don't ask me." I say, not giving him any eye contact.

"Oh you must be Hailey!" The girl says.

"Hi." I say.

"I'm Brittney." She says.

Oh so that is Brittney.

She has a Caked up face makeup...

Fake smiling bitch.

(^ I cri 😂)

All of a sudden Hayes went to the bathroom.

"Listen bitch. Hayes is mine so back off. Go to that little cunt Daniel." She says.

Rude hoe.

"Hm. Back off? Hayes was mine first honey. Get your facts straight. Do you even know who I am? And who your talking too? And Daniel? He's not a cunt. Atleast I don't have a caked up face full of makeup like you." I say and smile then get up.

"Ohhh." She says and runs up to me and grabs my hair.

"That's all you could do? Grab my hair?" I say and laugh then she lets go.

She slaps me.

I slap back.

Ew. Her face really is caked up. I have foundation on my hand.

Ewwww.

"You messed with the wrong girl. I will make your life a living hell. Watch your back." She says.

"Oh. You won't trust me. Your just trying to act tough just to scare me. Well that's not working." I say and walk out the house like a boss. 💁

-

I didn't really want to get Emily so I just walked home.

*At Home*

I opened the door and saw my parents.

"Hi mom and dad!" I say and hug them.

"In a good mood eh?" My mom says.

"Yup. I totally crushed Hayes girlfriend." I say.

"Oh that Brittney girl." My dad says.

"You know about her?" I ask.

"Yeah. Elizabeth told your mother and I." He says.

"Ohhh." I say.

"Well I'm gonna go make a YouTube video!" I say as I grab an apple and run upstairs.

I grabbed my camera and tripod.

"What cover should I do today?" I question.

"An Ariana Grande song!" I say.