Tᴏᴏ Cᴏᴏʟ Fᴏʀ Yᴏᴜ// Hᴜɴᴛᴇʀ Sʏʟᴠᴇsᴛᴇʀ

six

Y/N pov:

I woke up to my loud alarm clock going off. I practically forced myself out of bed, my feet touching the cold floor. I go into the bathroom and start my normal routine. Once I'm done, I go to the kitchen to grab some last-minute breakfast and rush out the front door scrambling to my car. I plug the aux-cord into my phone and start the drive to school. When I get to school, I see Hunter by his locker waiting for me so we can walk to speech class. We talked about holding tryouts for another person to join the band. We decided it would be better if we held it at the school instead of at his house. Before we knew it, we were already in front of the speech classroom. We went to sit down in our seats. The bell rang and the teacher started talking about what we were going to be doing today. About halfway through the lesson a boy with brown hair came into the room.

"Dean Swanson wants to see Hunter and Y/N," the boy announced. Hunter and I got up and walked out when two people walked behind us and put duct tape over our mouths. Then a person grabbed me by my waist and held me tightly. Skip walked around the corner of the hallway and started cutting Hunter's hair. Then Skip walked over to me and punched me in the nose, while the rest of Skip's friends were beating Hunter up. When they decided they were done with us, they walked away proud of what they accomplished.

~Time Skip~

After the incident Kevin, Hunter, and I all gathered at Hunter's house to attempt to fix his hair. We settled on shaving one side they cut.

"They only got suspended two weeks. Swanson wanted a month, but their ass-rapist coach intervened," an outraged Hunter said.

"Yeah, still, they're gone. They can't come back to campus.  or anything." Kevin positively stated.

"But when they come back, they'll ass-rape us for getting them suspended in the first place," I say.

"Getting them suspended? It's their fault. They defaced Hunter's hair, and they broke your nose, Y/N," Kevin is now annoyed.

"I flicked him in the chops first," Hunter said, now rethinking his life choices.

"Okay, well, at Clay Moss's party they pushed you into the speaker in front of everybody. They started it,"

"Yeah, I don't think your average suburban Nazi shitbag is going to see it that way," Hunter says finally finished with his hair. "How is it?"

"It's cool," Kevin stated.

  "Yeah, I agree,"

"I kind of look like Jason Newsted from Metallica, the bass player."

"Oh right, the one who got fired." Kevin says not totally realizing what he said. Hunter decided to continue the conversation in the kitchen because he was "hungry as fuck" according to himself.

"It's more Viking then Newsted," Hunter argues.

"Like the school mascot," Kevin says.

"No not like the school mascot. Less like the school mascot then anything on Earth. More like a baby's dick than the school mascot. If a baby's dick grew its own baby dick, then my hair would be more like-," Hunter abruptly stops when he sees his dad standing by the toaster. Mr. Sylvester then sighs and takes his toast to the living room. After a couple hours of practicing for battle of the bands, and discussing the tryouts, Kevin decides to go home so now it's just me and Hunter.

"So really, what do you think of the hair?" Hunter genuinely asks.

"It's kind of hot," I say not really focusing on the conversation and instead on my bass.

"You think it looks hot?" He questions. Now focusing on what I said, I become stunned by my own words. My face started getting hot, and the blood rushed into my cheeks, making me blush. I answer his question by just nodding.

I check my phone and see a couple of missed calls and texts from my dad. I also see the time 1:37 am, Friday.  "Oh shit, my dad's going to kill me. I gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow for school and tryouts," I say and then run out the front door of Hunter's house and drive back home only to find my dad asleep on the couch. I head up to my room and get some sleep for tomorrow. When I was trying to sleep, I could only think of one thing, Hunter. Do I like him? Does he like me?