Page 32 of Hunter
Me encanta esta clase. I love this class.It’s becoming one of my favorite courses that I’ve taken. If I could make enough money to have the life that I’ve been dreaming about since I left New York, as a history major, I would’ve walked into this school ready to go. But there isn’t, and I never wanna be poor again.
If I like something for more than five minutes, I make it my fucking mission to learn as much as I can about it. It’s how I ended up here. I took a class on primitive engineering and fell madly in love with my switchblade. True story. I’ve carried a knife on me since I was fourteen, but it wasn’t until my first semester here when I took that class that I started to appreciate her. I call her my girl for a reason.
This is my biggest class of the semester, with 200 students packed into this lecture hall. I like to sit in the last row in the last seat, all the way at the top, and I have to get here early to make sure no one else takes my seat. I would rather sit in the back behind everyone and be invisible than have any of their eyes on me. I also like that it’s next to an exit.
I pull out a blue spiral notebook that I sadly swiped from the dollar store, and pull my pen out of the metal circles.I stole this, too.I think I’m the only one in this class who uses paper to take notes. The sea of laptops is endless.Whatever, I wasn’t about to bring my baby here.
I received a brand new, fancy, expensive laptop from Evie’s parents. It lives inside Amy’s locked desk for now. I was too out of it when they came to visit and gave it to me. Otherwise, I would’ve refused to keep it. I have a hard time accepting anything from anyone. I texted Evie about taking it back, and she flat-out said no.
I start to draw a triple moon in the margins while I wait for class to start. It’s loud in here, and I keep my head down. It’s easier than making eye contact with anyone. I’d rather draw shit anyway.
“I think that’s your phone, darlin’,” a husky voice with a southern accent says, causing my whole face to pinch together. “I hear something buzzing and it ain’t mine.” I look up from my blue-inked designs and see a red-headed guy wearing a Devils Football hoodie.Idiota, fucked up my concentration.“Hell, youmay be the first girl I’ve ever met who doesn’t dive headfirst every time their phone goes off.”
He looks familiar, but I’ve also never seen him before. I know this is a packed class, but really? There were no other fucking seats in this big-ass room for him to sit? And he’s talking to me? About my phone? This is why I don’t fucking like to be near anyone.Odio a la gente. I hate people.
My phone vibrates again, and I scowl at him while I pull it out of my hoodie pocket.
I’ve got two texts: one from Amy asking if I’m okay and one from Hunter.What the fuck does he want now? Uh, es muy enfadoso. Uh, he’s so annoying.
Hunter “Pendejo” Wilton:
Where’d you go, Ed?
Fucking, “Ed.”I don’t like that he just up and decided to give me a nickname like that. I fucking hate it.Mostly.
Me:
To class, cabrón.
Try it sometime.
I flip my phone over on top of my notebook and roll my eyes.Why is he texting me?
Hunter “Pendejo” Wilton:
Building? Classroom number? End time?
And I go to class.
He barely goes. He does the bare fucking minimum with everything. He just skates by. Literalmente.
Me:
Are you in class now?
Si, no.
Hunter “Pendejo” Wilton:
No, I’m still at the shop.
Called it.
Me:
You've proven my point, now go away.
I flip my phone over and try like hell to pay attention to the professor who is going over slides that I should be learning about, but he’s got me all distracted now. He needs to go away. He needs to go back to how things were before last night/today, before all the weird shit happened.
