I've successfully managed to avoid Hunter for the majority of the week again. Other than him trying to speak to me in the few lessons we share together that is. Neither of us have mentioned me sleeping at his house and I couldn't be anymore grateful.
I've got too much going on in my head right now to deal with the tornado that is Hunter Adams.
He's always sent my world into a tailspin but I'm not mentally equipped to deal with that right now, or deal with my broken heart if I let him back in and he decides to leave again.
I'm torn between missing my friend and protecting myself.
I spoke to Dr Blaylock about the whole situation through this weeks sessions and she thinks my friendship with Hunter is a good thing. Apparently I could do with spending time with people outside of my family.
Today is Saturday which means I don't have to try to avoid him though, I can just hide in my bedroom all day.
I load up Netflix and just as I'm about to press play I hear a knock at my bedroom door.
"Mom I know it's a nice day outside but I already told you I don't want to do anything." I yell through my closed door. I just want to binge watch TV and read a good book later.
"Too bad, we're going to the beach." Hunter's annoying ass voice says as he walks into my bedroom without permission.
I must admit I'm almost tempted leave the comfort of my bed when I see him in a pair of black, loose, soft nike shorts and plain white nike TShirt. I'm so used to seeing him wearing jeans and a leather jacket I almost forgot how good he looks in casual clothes.
"Sure, come on in." I sarcastically remark. I'm still lying in my bed under the quilt, is it not obvious I have no intention of leaving today?
"Don't even bother arguing, I already had to argue with Mia about who got you for the day."
"I'm not a child. I do get a say in what I do." I tell him defiantly.
"Not if you want to pass art you don't" He tells me with a smug grin.
He's right and he knows he is. He wants to go to the beach to start our project and if I don't want to fail art I also have to go with him.
I groan and huff as I pull myself out of bed Hunter's eyes rake down my body and he smirks at my Winnie the Pooh short, onsie.
"Shut up." I tell him as I walk over to my drawers to find something to wear.
He holds his hands up in defense, "hey, I didn't say a word."
"Whatever, just get out while I get changed."
I don't miss the smirk still etched upon his handsome face as he leaves my room.
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The Secrets That Free Us
Ficção Adolescente*** Book number 4 in the Anderson series *** *** can be read as a stand-alone story but will reference the previous books *** Grace Anderson The youngest of the Andersons - struggling with anxiety and depression due to a heartbreaking event. After...
