alone

That's all she'd ever be, wouldn't she? Alone and without love. Eric didn't like her. William never did. Her parents ignored her for the very fact she dressed in exclusively black. And her brother...her brother...

BAM! The locked door to her room came crashing down, and her worried brother, Nicky, stood before her. God almighty, now her door was freakin' open and everyone could see in.

Nicky sat down next her almost limp form, and slung his arm around her shoulder. “What happened?” he asked, sympathy and concern making no move to hide in his eyes.

Hailey opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out was a squeak, and then the waterworks started up again.

NOW YOU'RE THE IDIOT

Christ in a miniskirt, what was wrong with him?

He just pushed away Hailey.

Hailey, whose blue eyes had widened in hurt when he'd pushed her away.

Hailey, whose head had hung in shame after he rudely to told her she had to go.

Hailey, whose bravery had exceeded his own. Hailey, Hailey, Hailey.

Well.

He liked her too. Apparently.

Took him much too long to realize it.

BIG BRO WILL AVENGE LIL SIS

“Nicky, no!” Hailey wailed, attempting and failing to stop her brother from going after Eric.

“He's a jackass,” Nicky said. “He hurt you. And for that, he's gonna die.”

Now, if only he was exaggerating about what he wanted to do.

“No, Nicky. If you hurt him, it'll hurt me more than it does him.”

Hailey's desperation was clear in her blue eyes, and it stopped Nicky for a moment, but then he decided no.

“You wanna bet?”

HERE COMES THE BRIDE.

I MEAN, HERE COMES THE WHORE

Wow.

Fucking wow.

Does that even fit in a bra?

Holy shit those are big ass boobs.

Big ass too.

The new girl stood in front of the class with a big smile on her face, her braces showing and her Power Puff Girl panties too.

But holy shit her boobs were big.

Every guy in that classroom had their mouth hanging open, their jaws dropping so low they may as well have hit the floor.

And yeah, that includes Eric.

Only making Hailey dislike the girl more.

Shaking her head in distaste at Eric's crudeness, she tuned in to what the aberzombies at her table were saying.

“Well, she can't help her body, but does she have to have underwear that blares?”

“What, you mean her boobs? She's fat too. She can help that.”

Cue burst of giggles.

Hailey leaned in to say, “And the way the guys are all gaping at her and not trying at all to hide it? So not classy.”

Cue aberzombies' plus one emo burst of giggles.

The brunette looked at Hailey. “What's your name again?”

“Hailey. Hailey Gibson.” She smiled at the aberzombie, glad they shared at least one view. “What's yours, again?”

“Rita,” she said, flipping her hair back. “And don't you forget it.”

How could she when all you gossiped about was her Eric and that big boobed bitch hooking up?

Really. Especially when the whore indulged in PDA quite often with him.

fuck-me-not

Eric slid his tongue between Hailey's breasts and moaned deeply. But then, Hailey pushed him off of her, the same way he had done to her not even two weeks ago.

“Eric!” his new, well-endowed girlfriend, Angela, whined. “My name is not Hailey. My name is Angela. Who the heck is Hailey?”

Oh, crap.

“Oh, whatever, the hell with her. Let's please move on,” Eric said impatiently, staring at her chest with a lust he had only known a few months before, at his band's last gig.

In other words, the first time he'd seen Hailey.

Angela put her hands on his hips. “Are you sure you wouldn't rather be freaking that girl whose name you just uttered?”

Her boobs in his face, he replied breathlessly, “Are you kidding? That chick is nothing compared to you.”

Eric grabbed Angela and pushed up on her harder and more desperately this time, his hands traveling fast down her back down to her big ass. All he could think was, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck me!!!

Angela came closer to his face, pressing her chest against his covered groin, making him moan with pleasure. She whispered in his ear, “Do you like this? Will you promise to forget-me-not?”

Eric's answer? “Yes, yes, yes!” he exclaimed, thinking for a minute that she was Hailey. But then he saw Hailey squeal with delight, showing her multi-colored braces. Wait, Angela had braces, not Hailey.

He looked at Angela, and decided he didn't care, he just wanted to go there.

Whispering seductively, his head in her hands, he said, “Yes. Now fuck me.”

Eric grabbed at her and moaned. They went at it, and before they knew it, all their clothes were on the floor and all that was left were her Power Puff Girl panties. “Do you want to?” Eric asked with a feverish hope her answer was yes.

Angela nodded fast, and Eric pulled out a condom. Holding onto her hips, he slid that baby underwear off of her, slipped on the condom, and then, and then--

“STOP!” Angela screeched. His toe was in the door, but she pushed it away. “Is this all I am to you? Sex?”

Eric stared. Why wouldn't she just let him in there already?

“If I'm a really a forget-me-not, then I know we're not hooking up,” she said, with a cruel edge to her voice. “You are not going to pop my cherry tonight, or ever. It's over. But you can bet I'm going to tease you till you're crying on your knees for it, because you are a jackass and you deserve all the pain you'll get.”

Eric shook his head, and started dressing. “You're a tease, and to me and that equates to whore. Don't throw yourself at me now that it's over. You're not pain or sex. You just helped me realize something.”

“And what would that be?” she asked, still standing there naked.

“That I hate big boobs. And Power Puff girls.” And then he took out his cell phone to call Hailey, only to realize that he never asked for her number.

“Fuck me not,” he swore on his way out of Angela's whorehouse.

JUST WHEN SHE THOUGHT SHE SAID ALL SHE COULD SAY

Hailey inhaled deeply, scolding her brother. “You went out, to try to commit some weird vengeance for me when I told you I'd handle it myself, and end up beating his drummer's ass to a bloody pulp instead?”

Nicky nodded weakly.

“Then, you have the nerve to come and tell me this and ask me where Eric is so you can murder him?”

Nicky nodded, black eye patch flapping. Turns out the drummer could throw a mean punch.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Now, you have a black eye, a hospital bill you have to pay for some kid you don't even know, and a serious sin committed.”

Nicky tilted his head, confused. “You want me to go confess to a preacher?”

Hailey stomped her foot. “No. I want you to apologize. You're an idiot and a jackass. You're making me wonder why I trusted you in the first place. You can't go around kicking ass whenever you damn well feel like it.”

“Yes I can,” Nicky declared. He stood and placed his hand over his head, looking almost regal. “I can do whatever the fuck I want if they even so much think about hurting you.”

Hailey crossed her arms over her chest. “I can take care of myself, Nicky.”

“Oh yeah? How 'bout you broken heart?”

“To quote Kelly Clarkson, 'It wasn't even whole to start with,'” she muttered.

“Kelly Clarkson?” Nicky screeched incredulously. “You hate Kelly Clarkson and every other Top 40 artist with every blackened vein in your body! Why the hell are you quoting her?!”

Hailey looked at the ground. “Eric and his band covered it the first time I saw them play.”

Nicky set his jaw. “That dude is going to get it.”

“No, he's not. Not from you,” Hailey said indignantly. “I will take care of it.”

And with that, Hailey walked out of the house and slammed the door behind her, and walked for a good ten minutes to Will's house.

When she did get there, she kicked down the door and ran up the stairs to find William and his recently converted Gary making out in Will's parents' bedroom.

William jumped away from Gary as soon as he saw Hailey. Tears came to her eyes. William put his arm around her and walked her over to bed.

“There, there,” William said, trying to console her. “What happened?”

Through her tears, Hailey choked out. “I fell madly in love with a boy in less than five days. I don't know why or how, but I can't stand it when I see him with his girlfriend, and I absolutely hate it when they kiss in public. I hate the fact that he rejected me, but I just can't stop liking him!” She wiped her tears away with her sleeve, making way for more to come rolling down her cheeks. “I hate not having him with me. I hate it when he's there, because when he's there he's with her. What I hate most of all is the fact that I'm not the one whose laughing with him and he's not the one here to comfort me.”

Hailey looked back up at William. “I was so infatuated with you before I met him. I hated not having you all to myself. I think I was just obsessed with having a boyfriend, but this hurts more than your ignorance ever did.” She hugged her knees to her chest, and cried the night away.

WELL, AT LEAST THIS STEP FAMILY CAN BOND

Eric slammed the door shut and dumped his bag on the floor. Danny sat on the couch, slamming his head against its arm. “What's up? Kayla dump your ass?”

Touching.

Danny stared daggers at him. “Yes.”

Eric frowned, unsure whether he should tease him or comfort him. Instead, without emotion, he said, “That sucks. I just dumped my chick.”

Danny looked at him. “Why? A girl like that that happened to be into you? That's never going to happen again, you know.”

Eric shrugged. “She wasn't worth it. She was smothering me. Demanding.”

“All I'd want from that chick would be to smother me.”

“Yeah, but man, she is nothing compared to Hailey. And I pushed her away. She probably hates me now.” Eric sighed, and sat down next to Danny. “Women.”

Danny dumped his head in his hands miserably. “Kayla broke up with me because she said that the love and the attraction was gone. She said we were a blast, but that we never, ever talked. And that she needs a man that could do more than feel her up.”

“We're both idiots. We're both jerks. You know I'll never get Hailey back, and that you'll never get Kayla back.”

They sat silent for a few minutes, contemplating their misery. Then Danny jumped up and said, “We can get them back. We can definitely get them back.”

“How?”

Danny smirked. “Listen up, sophomore boy.” And then they wrote up Operation: Get Back.

Shit yeah.

OH SNAP

Hailey frowned. Why was the fatass bitch coming towards her with an unpleasant smirk on her face? What did it want with her? Did Eric dump it?

Please may that be the case.

Hailey turned back to her new aberzombie friends. They were chatting excitedly about prom. Then Katie burst out with, “Girls, Eric Shearer doesn't have a date! He dumped his girlfriend on her blubbery ass!”

“Really?” Hailey asked, barely paying attention as the teacher finished taking attendance. “Why?”

Rita smiled. “Like you didn't know.”

“Didn't know what?” Hailey asked confusedly. “Why would I know why Eric and what's-her-face broke up?”

“Because you're the reason why,” fat-ass bitch said. Hailey turned around.

“Huh?”

“Don't play dumb with me. He kept saying your name when we were having sex,” Angela said pointedly.

Hailey paled. “When you what?”

Angela smirked. “When he went all the way. With me. I can give a man what he wants. Your reaction leads me to believe you wear a purity ring on you finger.”

Hailey looked down, embarrassed. “I kind of do.” Even though I'm not actually pure.

Angela shook her fat head. “You're never, ever gonna cut it for Eric. He loves me. He desires me. You? You're just some wannabe emo hanging out with the so-called popular crowd. But you know what's really popular, Hailey?” Angela didn't wait for an answer. “This,” she said, smacking her ass and her chest. “You will never be.” Then Angela strutted away, leaving to go flirt with some nerd.

Hailey turned back to her aberzombie friends. “That bitch is going down. Are you in?”

They all nodded at once. “Definitely,” they said. Rita backed it up.

“She'll be finished by lunchtime,” Rita confirmed.

BITCH FIGHT

That was what Hailey always called herself, right? She could slap down anyone, any crap, and anytime. She could be cruel to this fat ass. Hailey began to argue with herself in her head.

But Eric liked her. There has to be some good in her.

Oh yeah? You mean her chest and her butt?

Why would have Eric gone out with her just for that?

Maybe he was confused, or trying to make someone jealous.

Someone like you.

He pushed me away. The hell with him.

You know you care about him.

“Hailey, are you ready?” Rita asked, breaking off her internal argument.

“Yes,” she answered. “That bitch is going down.”

As soon as she walked Rita to class, Hailey asked Mrs. Parkington for a pass to the nurse because she had a “fever.” But as soon as the halls cleared up of all late comers and hall monitors, (who usually stay for about ten minutes and then head to the teachers' lounge) and ran to Angela's locker.

Knowing full well the fact she'd broken into the dean's office was wrong and stolen the book holding all the school lock combinations could get her suspended, she pulled out the book quickly and found Angela's locker combination. She undid the lock and opened the locker. Then, out of her schoolbag she pulled a huge bag of dead fish out and emptied it into Angela's locker.

Slamming Angela's locker shut, she locked it and then ran back to class. Hailey quickly explained to Mr. Sawyer that the nurse hadn't been there and that she'd waited for ten minutes for her to come, desperate to go home.

Hailey headed to the back of room and took the seat behind Angela, one of the only two available. Those who saw this stared. Had Hailey gone lesbo?

Hailey waited for him to collect the homework, which Angela hadn't done, and neither had Hailey.

And yes, this was all part of the plan.

Mr. Sawyer walked down the aisles of desks, and eventually came to Angela's desk. “Angela, can I have your homework?”

Angela smirked. “Would you like some fries with that?” she asked, sticking her ginormous chest out.

Mr. Sawyer, a young, unknowing, and naïve teacher gave her a smile and said, “Just give me your homework.”

“Well, I can't give you that. I didn't do it. But I might be able to do you,” Angela said.

Mr. Sawyer turned red at this. Hailey smirked, and turned her face into an expression of concern. “Mr. Sawyer, is something wrong?”

Mr. Sawyer shook his head and coughed loudly. “Get back to work, Hailey.” He went back to talking to Angela. “Teacher's lounge. Seventh period.”

Hailey tilted her head and raised her eyebrow. “What are you doing seventh? You guys doing the school play? 'Cause that's when the rehearsal is.”

Yeah, their free period. But Angela wouldn't do a school play in a million years, and said as much. “The school play? That's so lame. I would never do that.” Angela leaned toward Hailey, and said just something just loud enough for Rita and Eric to hear. “No. Me and Mr. Sawyer have some personal tutoring to get on.”

Rita jumped up and gasped on cue. “Oh my god, Angela, are insinuating you and Mr. Sawyer are hooking up??!! Oh my gawd you totally are!”

Mr. Sawyer pointed his finger at Rita. “Sit down, child. Hailey, where's your homework?”

“I didn't do it,” Hailey said innocently. “I was busy helping out at an MCR concert.”

“That's no excuse.”

“What, so Angela's huge chest and big butt are? Looking at your book, you put her down for having down it. And I just heard her tell you she didn't do it but that she would do you,” Hailey said pointedly.

Eric stood up, having the seat next to Angela. “I heard that too.”

Suddenly the class was abundant with whispers and gasps.

And then the bell rang.

And on cue, every single kid in that room, stood up and gave Angela the middle finger and ran to their next class. Hailey and Eric were last to leave the student fucking teacher alone. “Take that, bitch,” Hailey whispered in her ear and strutted away.

Eric had his mouth hanging open. He started to run after Hailey.

Part One of the bitch's smackdown was complete.

The next included a trip to the principal's office, where this would be finished once and for all.

THE KISS

Hailey smirked confidently and met up with Rita. “Okay, how'd we do?” she asked.

Rita winked. “We were both absolutely perfect. And it had the OMG-I-hope-so effect too,” she said, nodding at Shearer, who was running toward Hailey. “I'll leave you two alone.” Rita turned on her heels and ran to math class, one class both Hailey and Eric would be skipping.

Eric grabbed Hailey by the shoulders. “What the hell was that?”

Hailey shrugged. “I gave the bitch what she deserved. She insulted me. Not only that, but she insulted me publicly. She said that I wasn't good enough for you. And fuck, maybe I'm not, but she has no right to stick that and her fat ass—and boobs—in my face.”

Eric looked cutely confused. “So all that was for me?”

Hailey blushed. “Hell yeah.”

“I did break up with her.”

“I did hear that.” Hailey looked at the ground. “I heard that you fucked her, too.”

There was no question who she was talking about.

Eric shook his head vehemently. “She's a whore, a skank, and a tease. She said she'd keep throwing herself at me even after we broke up, just so I wouldn't forget her. Angela could go to hell for all I care.”

“Would you like me to drag myself down to hell with her?” Hailey asked steadily.

“No,” Eric said. The two stood silent for a good minute. “I'd like to drag myself up to heaven with you,” he beamed.

Then he took her in his arms and she threw her arms around his neck. For the first time ever, Eric kissed a girl. And damn, did she kiss back.

They stopped for a moment, hearing a screech down the hall. The two looked at each other and then looked for the source of the horrific sound.

Angela had just opened her locker.

SMACKDOWN

“WHAT THE HECK??!! GOSHDARN IT!” she hollered. “How the heck did this stuff get in my locker?”

Hailey raised her eyebrow. “Goshdarn?”

Eric shrugged unknowingly. Angela halfway turned and saw them. “You!” she said evilly. “It was you!” Angela and her hooters started making their way down the hall. “You were out to get me. But for what? A boy? One in a million? Is it just that you can't stand how much hotter I am than you are? Can you not stand the fact that I can get every guy on the planet and you can only get one, and only halfway?”

Hailey broke away from Eric and got right in Angela's face. “No. I hate the fact that you're bitch. I hate the fact that you're a skank. But you were right about one of those things.”

“What?”

“I can't stand the thought of Eric being with another girl. You just can't stand not being on top, probably both in a figurative way and dirty yet literal one.” Then Hailey smirked and said, “But you know what's better than your so-called popular bitchy ass? This.” Hailey grabbed Eric's hand and held it. “And you might not think much of it, but it is so much better than sex.”

“You bitch!” Angela snarled. She grabbed Hailey and pinned her to the wall and started to throw punches at her. Her boobs jiggled and so did her butt, but Eric could finally see that that wasn't a turn-on. In fact, it was so much more of a turn-off.

Hailey started to scream as Angela beat her. Eric knew exactly what to do. He ducked into the principal's office, which was only a few doors down and grabbed the principal. The principal ran when saw Angela, and tried to pry Angela off of Hailey. But then Angela delivered a blow to the principal's head.

Angela didn't get out of this at all, if only for one reason: the principal was a chick.

Principal Flay blew the whistle around her neck. Only then did Angela realize it was a person that could send her to juvy she'd hit.

Principal Flay dragged Angela by the hair to her office. Angela claimed that Hailey had put a dead fish in her locker. Hailey was brought in to the office.

Their dean, Mr. Gracie, said to her, “Hailey, did you put this dead fish in Angela's locker?”

Hailey stood on shaky ground with the principal, and she was trying not to break it. “Ms. Flay, I swear on my signed Welcome to the Black Parade My Chemical Romance album that I did not put that fish in her locker. Put it through whatever test you need to, but I'm telling you I didn't. Angela seems to be psychotic and very cruel to whoever doesn't worship her, so I wouldn't put it past her to make up that kind of lie to get herself out of this.”

Hell, Hailey they weren't going to run any tests. They would ask for tips and confessions, but otherwise, they would let it go. There really wasn't much anyone could do.

Angela stomped her foot. “Don't you dare accuse me of lying you two-faced bitch!”

“Excuse me!” Mr. Gracie exclaimed. “That is not appropriate language, and you haven't been on your best behavior either. Angela, I don't care if she put the fish in your locker, because with your attitude I'd be happy if she did. You are suspended for four weeks.”

The bell rang. Mr. Gracie nodded at Hailey to go. “You are dismissed.”

“What period is this?” Hailey asked.

“Lunch,” he answered. Hailey smirked and ran to the cafeteria.

Rita said Angela would be be finished by lunchtime.

WHIRLWIND

Eric turned around as he stood on the lunch line, hoping to see Hailey bust through those blue door. But for what she did she would probably be suspended for the rest of the year. Which meant Operation Get Back was terminated.

As soon as he thought that, the door opened and Hailey ran through it, beaming. She jumped into his arms. “Dammit,” he swore.

Hailey tilted her head, confused. “Huh?”

Eric shook his head. “I had this big ass cliched romantic gesture I was going to do, but you just skipped to the end.”

Hailey raised her eyebrow. “Want me to walk through the door again?”

Eric nodded. “Please.”

Hailey went back behind the door, waited about thirty seconds, then walked in again. As soon as she walked in, the music started. Then Eric began to sing.

I can't fight this feeling any longer

And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow

She smiled as she recognized the Reo Speedwagon lyrics, and that was all the incentive Eric needed to scoop her up in his arms and kiss her again.

See? It doesn't need to take a lifetime to fall in love. It doesn't need to take time shorter than a second either. It takes the right guy and the right girl and the right timing.

It also takes the right lyrics.

Author's note: Sequel to come. It will be the third and last story of the confessed. You want to know what happens next? Subscribe to my author alert!!! Please! And remember, reviews are love! ~Kynthia