BROOKLYN BABY // Hunter Sylvester (Metal Lords)

Set 10

"I dont think you understand, Stevie. you need to save it for someone special"

right about now I was wishing for aliens to come and abduct me "why do we have to talk about this?" I asked

"because. you're not a little girl anymore, I know that... but u still want to protect. if you give yourself to someone like Hunter you will regret it" I scoffed

"and why is that?" I asked "he's a screw up, even his dad says so. he's a punk, this thing you have for him is a fad" my uncle said

"and how do you know how I feel about Hunter? and how do you know he's a screw up. Hunters dad is an asshole most of the time, he give me attention and treats Hunter like complete shit. And trust me if it were a fad I would celebrating but I've had a long time to think about all of this, me and Hunter aren't fooling around. you and Mr Sylvester are idiots. the whole makeout thing was a ploy to get Mr Sylvesters card so we could buy band equipment. Hunter doesn't give me the time of day, me being in his band is a temporary thing. we made an agreement. im pretty sure im the last person Hunter is interested in, but there isn't anything I wouldn't do to help him, even if that meant I was playing myself into thinking he was interested"

it all came out at once, I was completely broken, tears were spilling and I was breathing heavy "Stevie..." my uncle trailed "no, just-... dont. I wasn't supposed to tell you any of that"

I put my head in my hands "im glad you did" "you have to promise not to tell his dad" I said "Stevie" "please" I begged, my uncle sighed "ok. I promise, on one condition" he said

"what?" I asked "dont keep secrets from me anymore" "ok, I won't" I said before checking the time "uh, im late for band practice" I said "ok, go"

I picked up my phone and made my way out of the house, I walked next door and went in. I went down the the basement and I heard Hunter practicing his solo for machinery

"hey" I said coming down. I noticed Kevin wasn't there "you're an hour late" Hunter mumbled as he turned in his chair

"I know, my uncle wouldn't let me leave until we talked-" "I don't care about your uncle. it your responsibility to be here on time, its just an awkward conversation. get over it next time"

Hunter sounded mad "look, im sorry I was late but you dont have to-" "no, Stevie. I dont need backtalk from you, I need a frontman. if you can't do that you might as well leave"

I scoff. "what stick do you have up your ass?" I asked "I am the only one who takes this band seroisly and im sick of it"

"screw you hunter. I just spent the last hour defending you to my uncle, I come here and you treat me like shit. I dont need this" I walked right back out of the house

~

"hey- eye! what's with the nice outfit?" my uncle asked I walked downstairs "its just a dress" I said.

I picked up my backpack, grabbed my keys and headed outside. I hate driving, but it seems Hunter is pretty adamant about me not being around after the battle of the bands so I better learn to deal

when I pulled into the school parking lot I almost hit someone, I halted with a gasp. it was Clay Moss.

I parked and he rounded the window "you ok?"he asked "driving isn't my strong suit. and here's a sentence I thought id never say: sorry I almost hit you with me car" I sighed

"its ok. you're Stevie, right?" he asked "yeah" I confirmed "you're the girl Lisa's been terrorizing?" I sighed again. I shut off my car grabbed my backpack before I got out

"yeah, no offense but your girlfriends a bitch" I said "ex-girlfriend. I dont date bully's" he smiled and so did I "good choice" I said, I went to walk away

"hey, wait!" I stopped "I've been meaning to apologize for what happend at my party, with you and your boyfriend-" "Hunters not my boyfriend" I said quickly

"oh, well. Im sorry" "you dont have to apologize. I do, I was an asshole. I insulted your band because I was mad at someone else, im sorry" he held out his hand "truce?"

I smiled and went for his hand "Stevie!" I turned and saw Hunter approaching, he looked angry "we waited 40 minutes for you" he said. as he stood next me to me, he eyed Clay

"I drove. it was nice talking to you Clay" I stormed away "you drove? since when do you drive?" "since now. after the Battle of the Bands im gonna have to" I said trying to stay in front of him but he pulled me

"what's your problem?" he asked "what's my problem? I've been kissing your ass for weeks just for you to treat me like shit. im getting kinda sick of it, Hunter"

"you asked for this-" "no! I asked to be in the band, not your personal punching bag"

~

in all honesty avoiding Hunter is hard. im ditching speech. I went to the auditorium. they had a mic hooked up. so I figured I might as well sing

"Won't you come see about me?
I'll be alone, dancing, you know it, baby

Tell me your troubles and doubts
Giving everything inside and out

Love's strange, so real in the dark
Think of the tender things that we were working on

Slow change may pull us apart
When the light gets into your heart, baby

Don't you, forget about me

Don't, don't, don't, don't
Don't you, forget about me"

there was clapping and I stopped, I dropped the mic and turned. it was Clay again "youre good" he said "th-thank you. Um, what are you doing here?" I asked

"Mollycoddle uses the auditorium to practice" he said "oh, sorry. I didn't think anyone was gonna be here" I said picked the microphone and put back where I found it

"it ok. you have a lovely voice" he said "thank you" I repeated "why are you In here?" he asked "avoiding my problems" I said with a chuckle, Clay smiled

"my band mates aren't gonna be here for a little bit. wanna sit?" he sat criss cross on the floor of the stage. I shrugged and sat to, crossing my legs one over the other, skirt and all

"we've gone to the same school for a long time, why is it we've never hung out?" he asked. I shrugged "I've only ever hung out with Hunter or Kevin" I said

"yeah, little guy. I heard him shredding on the drums earlier" Clay said I giggled "he is really good" I said

"yeah, I asked him to play with us this weekend at my sisters wedding" I furred my eyebrows "dont you have a drummer?" I asked "Ray's in rehab" "oh, good for him" Clay stared at me

"you know, since I broke up with Lisa I dont have a date to the wedding. and since its kinda your fault... maybe you could come instead?" I was baffled.

did I just get asked out by Clay Moss? "I don't know, I dont really know your family or you like that- what if I make them uncomfortable?"

"trust me they'll love you" I thought about it. if Hunter doesn't want me maybe I should explore other options "ok, yeah, ill go"