Page 3 of Hunter
I'm used to people staring, especially girls. And I'd say ninety-nine percent of them are usually happy to see me. But not her. She was the one percent, and she was beyond pissed.
This girl hated me before I even met her. She looked like she wanted to set me on fire and watch me fucking burn alive.
Her little handswere moving a mile a fucking minute, and she was hissing up a storm while her black hair swooshed around her shoulders. She looked like she wanted to claw my eyes out as she swatted at me with that pointy little finger. I didn't get a chance to say shit.I also realized that I was exactly where I wanted to be.
She got up in my face about how there were only fifteen minutes left, and she cussed my ass out in front of the whole library like a little fucking tyrant. When the blonde who had just blown me and technically made me late, accused her of being jealous, she fucking growled and bared her teeth like the little savage she is.
She wasn't done, though. She gave zero fucks as she told my ass off in Spanish, before slamming her shoulder into my rib cage. She stomped away, leaving me and Blondie stunned. She was a fucking menace.
I had to take a deep breath to calm the fuck down…because, what the hell was that?!She handed me my fucking ass on a platter for everyone to see. The attention wasn't what was crawling all over my skin; it was how easily she tamed me. She put me in my fucking place, and I let her.Because I liked it.
I was so fucking pissed that she fucking did that. No one did that to me. No one makes me feel fucking anything, and I like it like that. I couldn't stop thinking about those five fucking minutes and what she did.Fucking, tiny ass emotional terrorist.
She was fucking gorgeous in a way that I'd never seen before. It was those goddamn eyes. They were so angry and dark like twin storms that left me shipwrecked. I didn't stand a chance of evacuating or being saved. I just stood there watching this feisty girl call my ass out while taking in all of her wild beauty. I got lost standing in front of her.
Her voice was edgy. Sharp like her words. She was humiliating me, and I was letting her. She cut me up with her black, chipped, and chewed nails as she sliced through the veil that I keep between me and everyone else. She had no fucking mercy, and it was hot as hell.
When I snapped out of the fucking trance that she had me under, I remembered why I had those walls up to begin with. No one talked to me like that. I didn't give a fuck what this pretty ass girl with the big and bad threats said. There was no way that she was gonna do shit to me.
I was one of the team's lead fucking scorers and had NHL scouts coming to see me game after game. Did she really think that me missing a fucking math session was gonna stop me from playing? No fucking way.
That night, I channeled all of that built-up anger into a double hat trick and dominated on the ice. I had an un-fucking-believable game. Coach kept me out there to do my thing, and I was fucking unstoppable.
The crowd was so loud as they cheered me on and shouted,"Hunter, Hunter, Hunter."But all I could think about was the way that her plump pink lips curved around my name when she said my name. I liked how it sounded coming from her sweet little mouth the most, even if she did spit it out at me.
"Are you, Hunter Wilton?" Say my name again, wild-thing. I like it when you say it like that.
"The one and only, sweetheart."
"¡Carajo, wey! (What the fuck!) You're fucking late, y no hay nada dulce en mí (and there's nothing sweet about me). You got time to waste? Because I sure as fuck don't." Fucking hell.
For someone so fucking small, she sure as hell has a huge fucking attitude. I remember daring her in my head to say something to Coach about my lack of punctuality. I mean, what the hell was he gonna say to one of his top-performing players?
Evidently a lot.He called me into his office after my post-game shower, and he was not happy. Not even a little bit. After a win like that, you'd think he'd be thrilled, but no, she had to go ahead and fucking ruin it. She marked me absent, and he got emailed about some tutor attendance log that I didn't even know existed.
That's when I realized that she was a fucking threat and for two very different reasons. Reasons that didn't exist before her. For starters, I don't have a fucking backup plan.
Hockey's everything, and she's messing shit up for me by tattling to Coach. Technically, he could bench me if I don't fulfill my academic requirements. I fucking hated her for that alone.Sassy little snitch.
I've tried to hold onto that hate and snuff out the flame that she lit, but it won't go out. My heart guards it. And I don't even hate her as much as I used to anymore. It's faded into something else entirely. It left me defenseless. That fire that she started has melted away my armor. It's why she was able to take me out so easily today. She makes me fucking vulnerable. And that's reason number two.
"You know it's fucking creepy when you start staring off and smiling like that."
"I wasn't smiling, dickhead." If I were, I can't help it, not when I'm remembering how fucking pretty she looked today.See what I mean? She's a fucking problem.
"You were. You were staring up at the ceiling and smiling like you're possessed again."More like poisoned.
"Again? The fuck, Alv?"
"I don't know, man, you look like you're deep in thought. Whatever it is you're thinking about has you looking like a damn idiot." I'm fighting back astupidsmile now, because he's fucking right, she does possess me. Although I've come to think of it as haunting. She fuckinghauntsme.And tonight we're gonna break her goddamn curse.
Alvi leans back over my exposed chest, and it feels like he's performing open-heart surgery. I'm outta fucking options and outta time. This has gotta fucking work.
Because she's back at school, andI can't keep existing like this, withfeelings for her.I squeeze my eyes shut and try to trust the process. I've spent a lot of fucking time in his chair and relied on this time and time again to get my mind right.
"Try to relax, man. You're extra tense tonight." I know I am. I've been in a fucking knot ever since I saw her earlier today. No matter how many deep breaths I take, I can't settle. Not when she looked like she did. She looked good. Really fucking good. She looked the healthiest I've ever seen her.
"Think happy thoughts, Hunt," he says, like it's the easiest fucking thing to do. I don't have a lot of those. I compartmentalize everything, and it all gets locked away.
