Page 12 of The Hunter

"I don't know what their problem is or what they want with me. I don't even know them."

Guilt entered my mind. I knew what their problem was but nothing I could say would even begin to make the scenario seem acceptable.

Quinn ranted a little, before we finally climbed into the car. My phone dinged as the car started and I rolled my eyes at the text from Nathan.

"My friend wants to meet up with us. Is that okay?"

The girls agreed so I sent him a quick reply telling him to meet us at Oreo's. I didn't really want to see him, but I had been avoiding him too much lately. The last thing I needed was him to get suspicious or dob me in to coach and cause problems. Though I'm not sure his two brain cells would even think of that but I had to be smart.

When we arrived at Oreo's, the three of us slipped into a booth. I was enjoying the quiet when Nathan strolled in, his usual cocky grin planted on his face.

"Levi!" he yelled, slapping my hand.

I narrowly avoided cringing as heads turned to look at us.

"Nathan," I greeted, watching as he turned his attention towards Blair. Immediately, he tried to hit on her again, his dick leading the conversation. I don't think he realized that his flirting was not on point, despite what he liked to think. Blair's face tilted up in disgust but she tried to be pleasant, giving him a polite hello.

Quinn gave me a look, her eyes rolling as she sipped on her drink. She didn't like him, and I didn't blame her. He was a good friend, but I could only tolerate him in small doses.

Blair looked at her non-existent watch, claiming she had to make a phone call. Quinn snorted into her drink, quickly disguising it with a cough. I gave her a quick grin, reaching under the table to grab her hand.

Nathan, bless his ignorance, believed her. He watched her leave like a lost puppy, his lips pouting as she ducked out of view.

"I'm sure she'll be back," I offered kindly, secretly hoping he would just leave.

Nathan clicked his fingers at the waitress to get her attention, and I grabbed his hand, shoving it down a bit too harshly.

"What?" he asked innocently.

Quinn glared at him as she pulled back, letting her straw fall from her mouth. "Fuck's sake. Don't click your fingers at the staff. They aren't your servants."

Nathan's jaw fell open, looking at me for support. "But…"

I held up my hand, cutting him off. "Have some respect, bro." I gave the waitress a warm smile, letting her know we were fine. I was going to have to leave her a big tip since Captain Dickhead here was being a jerk.

"I'll just go check on Blair," he said, slipping out of the booth.

Before I could protest, he walked off, sulking with his bruised ego.

"What the fuck?" Quinn muttered under her breath.

I sighed, rubbing my forehead. "I shouldn't have invited him. I'm sorry."

She linked her fingers with mine, giving me a gentle squeeze. "You're a good friend. You're not responsible for his shitty personality."

The waitress appeared, carrying our food. "Thank you," she whispered quietly, putting my burger in front of me.

"Don't sweat it," I said, thanking her.

I was just about to bite into my burger when a muffled yell sounded from outside. It was faint, but I heard it, my years of training coming in handy. Quinn looked at me in confusion as I tensed up.

"Stay here, I'll be back," I mumbled, giving her a quick peck on the cheek.

I headed outside, following the sounds of crying around the side of the building. I halted in my steps as I found Nathan lying on the ground, curled up as he clenched his wrist.

What the fuck?

Rushing over, I grabbed his shoulder. "What happened? Where's Blair?"

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