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HUNTER LARKLEE LET OUT a sigh, as he packed away his school books, tripping over his own feet as he rushed around his bedroom.
A knock on the door made him look up.
"Leaving in ten, Hunter." Jonathan Larklee told his son, leaning awkwardly on the door frame.
"Okay." The boy nodded, not looking up as he scrambled around, searching for his Spanish textbook for Mr. Schuester's class.
"I have a meeting this afternoon," The British man at the door spoke slowly, "But after that I'm going to see your Mother. You want to wait at school for me to pick you up?"
"No, I'll just take the bus." Hunter shook his head, grinning once he found the textbook on the floor by his desk.
"Okay," Jonathan nodded, going to leave, before turning back to the teenager, "And hey. This is a new year, okay?"
Hunter slowed his movements, giving his father a small smile, "Yeah."
Jonathan gave his son a nod, before leaving the bedroom, leaving Hunter frowning at his textbook.
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"HANG ON, YOU JOINED Glee Club?" Hunter asked, walking down the school hallways, his Trigonometry textbook tucked under his arm.
"Of course I did," Mercedes Jones shrugged, "This is the only shot I have to show my talent. And you know I have a lot of it." She smirked.
"Oh, that I do." Hunter nodded with a chuckle.
"You should join," The girl said, lightly nudging Hunter with her elbow, "You're a pretty good singer."
"I'm good thanks," Hunter shook his head, adjusting his backpack on his shoulder, "Not really my thing."
"Just think about it, okay." Mercedes told him, before the pair went separate ways. Mercedes to the cafeteria and Hunter to his locker.
Hunter sighed softly, putting in his locker combination and swinging it open, the metal door making a loud noise as it came into contact with something. More specifically, someone.
"Oh my God!" Hunter gasped, eyes wide, as he quickly shoved his textbook into his locker, before closing, "I am so sorry." He apologised to the blonde girl, who was holding her nose in pain.
"It's okay." She shook her head.
"Here," Hunter sighed, gently moving her hands away from her face, inspecting her nose, "Oh thank God it's not broken or bleeding."
