The Goldy Project

Chapter 3

Deciding that miracles could still happen, I silently prayed as my day went by that I wouldn't have to face Hunter anywhere. Perhaps he would go to a different school, or maybe it was all one giant mistake and the Hunter that I saw yesterday was not the actual 'Hunter Johnson'. By my third lesson I was feeling very optimistic. I hadn't seen Hunter yet and I pretty much smashed the maths test.

All was well... for only a moment in time.

I practically skipped to my locker at break with joy as I had yet to see any sign of Hunter, when suddenly the whole corridor became silent. I thought that the Head teacher had made an entrance, so I quickly tugged a piece of my hair behind my ear and straightened out my shirt in an attempt to make myself look presentable and turned around. What I saw was the facial expression of utter shock from each and every student as they made way on both sides of the corridor to let a young, rather devilish looking boy coolly walk through.

I stared, my jaw dropping, as I recognised him. My worst nightmare. (If you hadn't guessed yet, it was Hunter.)

I quickly turned around again, facing my locker, hoping that he wouldn't remember me. The trick worked as he strides pass me, the essence of peppermint wafts in the air from his presence.

I turn around again, but this time everyone is whispering and sending some very interesting signals with their eyes across to their friends. I quickly scramble off to the opposite direction. My optimistic side didn't fail once more as I thought there was still the possibility that he won't be in any of my classes.

My next lesson was science, I strolled into the classroom with my head held high and my heart in my chest beating erratically. A sweat bead drops as I see no sign of Hunter. I thank God for listening to my prayers and grab a seat. Once the bell rang I felt like something heavy had been lifted off from my chest. I could finally breathe again. But it struck me, why was I so annoyed by this guy? I replayed the events of yesterday evening in my head and I remembered why I was so nervous, it was something about the way he looked into your eyes, the way he carried himself.

He was one of those annoyingly perfect people who had every feature perfectly proportionate to his face. He had probably dated many beautiful girls in America and had already been recruited for modelling. Perhaps, he was one of those cool hipsters who had took time out of his successful career to travel around the world and had many cool stories to be shared. Whether it was true or not, you couldn't help but feel inadequate when compared to him, and that's what I hated the most.

Suddenly my mouth went sour as I see our classroom door be pulled open to reveal the one and only Hunter.

"Mr Johnson, you're late." Mr Davis says.

"Well it seems so, captain obvious." Hunter grunts. This creates a few nervous giggles in the class, Mr Davis ignores this and continues.

"I'll excuse you because it's your first day. Class this is Hunter. He will be with this class for the rest of this year. I need a volunteer to help Mr Johnson not to get 'lost' again." Almost immediately most of the girls in our class raises their hands. I internally groan at their stupidity, only wanting him because of his looks.

Some girls, like Charlotte, even go as far as to push their neighbour on the floor so that they can create space for the handsome creature in front of them.

Unfortunately I'm Charlotte's neighbour.

I grab my things with an annoyed expression and take a seat right at the back, crossing my hands and sending death threats to him and Charlotte in my mind. What happened to feminism, and the no room for boys rule? These girls were a disgrace to women in general.