What...what am I supposed to do...? Hayley was not particularly sensitive. In fact, Hayley was kind of a bitch. There were a lot of probable reasons for that, like her having been friends with dudes for most of her life, and her best friend espousing a lifetime philosophy of "feelings are for ...

"Oh shit. " Should've seen it coming. Really should've seen it coming. Well, she did see it coming, sort of, but fuck if that had helped her at the end of the day. She'd seen the figure approaching, yeah. But she was still a distance back from Ema, and said figure was further forward still...

[[Hayley Kelly continued from The Guilty Ones ]] "Wait...up..." Hayley moaned weakly, dragging her bare feet through sand that was getting hotter by the second. This was so freaking out of character for her, dragging her ass up and after the person she'd slept with the night before- usuall...

Ow. Ow. Ow. Stabbing. Brain. Ow. Fucking fuck ow- Hayley could see sunlight shining in through her eyelids, and she wanted absolutely no part in it. She would have told it to go away, had she the energy. As it were she settled for squeezing her eyes shut, but that brought another issue into sharp r...

Never thought I'd be happy to be on Survival of the Fittest. Urgh, that's fucked up, even thinking that's fucked up, but how would this've ever happened back home? Yeah, exactly, it wouldn't have, except in the like point-zero-zero-one percent chance it did happen we probably wouldn't be dying in t...

Hayley could live here forever. Here as in this moment, if that made any sense, not that making sense was her priority, not ever and especially not while getting laid like a fucking boss. She kind of wished she wasn't so drunk, because the alcohol basically guaranteed that the details of this would ...

This was the good life. Hayley Kelly was living the goddamn motherfucking good life. Close as you got to the good life on Survival of the Fittest, anyway. Some part of her- that part that was getting smaller and smaller by the second, the part capable of coherent thought- wondered if she'd be any ha...

It took Hayley a while to decide. It wasn't like she had much to lose , what with this whole we're-going-to-be-dead-in-what-a-week-at-most thing, but still...it was still a game of Don't Scare Off The Virgin. She had memories, vague as they were, of pain and agony, and she really didn't want to subj...

That 'strategy' segment of this...er, segment, the difficult part, that was long since over, at least for Hayley. Really, the only things you needed to be good at this were to be comfortable and to be confident in your own abilities, both qualities she possessed in spades, at least where sex was con...

Right. Shore. That was a thing. Hayley kept her hands tight on Ema's as she maneuvered them both towards the sand, managing to keep her footing on the soft ground mostly because she had a rather strong motivation to do so. Fuck this up and it's all over, she thought. Welcome to another game of Don't...

Hayley was most definitely enjoying this. She hadn't been the recipient of the adolescent-male oh holy god she has tits stare in what felt like forever, and certainly not from someone she was actually into. Because Kyle had tact . And tact was boring . And Christ, girly, can you pick a better time t...

"Yeah, I'd like that." Fuck yeah. Just as planned. Not that there was actually any planning involved. Hayley tugged off her shirt with the enthusiasm of a child, the consequences of the last time she'd taken off her shirt buried deep in a currently inaccessible portion of her brain. Her s...

They were running low. Real low. Her last swallow had taken most of what was left in the flask and she realized she didn't mind because goddammit, she was drunk . Definitely drunk. This was an awesome development that she was very much happy with, because she knew as the vodka coursed on through her...

This was pretty nice, actually. God, why didn't she like the beach again? Something about sea air and rust? Whatever. The now-wet sand between her toes was giving a considerable boost to her mood. Why'd she walk over here again? Leaving Ema alone seemed dumb, somehow. Why? She was having considerabl...

Everything is beautiful and nothing hurts. Hayley was feeling it. This was the beautiful thing about being a miniature version of a person; she had the tolerance of a three year old and she could totally feel the warmth pouring through her veins after one damn sip of vodka. Considering the limited ...