Misery Business~Hayley Williams~Chapter 1~Getting to where I am

Hayley’s POV

We immediately went into Crush Crush and then into Pressure. Right in the middle of Emergency, Sonny Moore walked onstage and began the planned duet. The crowd went wild! I smiled and waved at everyone (since I was too short to reach over and touch everyone’s hands.) We left the stage after a few more songs, allowing From First to Last to take over.

Once we were safely backstage, the guys fought over who got to hit the showers first. They turned to me to decide.

“Umm…Zac’s first.” I said immediately.

“Why?” came the two groans. These guys do not like not being picked.

“Because…he smells the worst. And if I have to deal with that smell much longer my nose is going to commit suicide.” I replied, moving my shirt over my nose and mouth to protect it as much as possible from the horrible smell coming from them.

Zac however saw this as an opportunity to get closer to me and touch me.

“Get away from me you freak,” I yelled, scooting farther away from him, “you smell like a nasty asshole!”

The other guys snorted when hearing this and Josh decided to try to sneak and use the showers first.

“Hey!” Zac had finally noticed what his brother was doing. “Get away from there you dirty whore. I get to use it first!”

“Then use it or else I’m going to give it to someone else.” I said, gasping for fresh air. Zac turned around and gave me the finger before skipping off into the showers. I sighed in relief and went over to open one of the windows, allow some fresh air to circulate the room.

After Zac came out, Josh called dibs and rushed in before Jeremy could do anything about it. When Josh was finished Jeremy ran in, leaving me last in line to get cleaned up. About half an hour later, I was soaking in the shower, feeling all the dirt and grime and sweat just wash down my body and into the draining system. I washed my hair and was very careful not to mess up my makeup, which was a pain in the ass to get off and then reapply.

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around myself before realizing that one of the guys came in and took my clothes outside (they play this with each other as some kind of joke). “Okay assholes,” I started, walking out the door, “where the…what the FUCK!!!”

Sonny Moore and the rest of From First to Last was standing right there, watching me with interest.

“You were right,” Sonny said, breaking the silence, “that was fun.”

We’re better off without you.