I walk into the party and a shitty singer is singing shape of you by ed sheeran. it soungs like hes trying way too hard. Theres pink red and yellow lights shiging in the living room and girls in croptops dancing and swaying to the music with beer in their hands. And in the corner of the living room there is the 2 boys. i awkwardly walk over and stand next to hunter and realize how short i really am. im up to his shoulder, maybe his collar bone.
"fancy seeing you here" i say looing at hunter. He just nodds looking out infront of him.
"Its really not that bad hunter. Once you get used to it. Seriously" Kevin says dancing awkwardly. I Snort out a laugh as i watch him awkwardly shaking as if hes having a seizure. Trying to hold in my laughter, Hunter glares at me before looking infront of him as if hes interested in the band.
"Whats his problem?" I ask more to hunter watching kevin waddle like a penguin.
"hes drunk" Hunter says in a annoyed tone. I scrunch my nose up at hunter before looking away immediately feeling alone. Like i dont belong. "I need a beer" kevin announces before storming into the kitchen.
"kevin-No!" hunter says following kevin. Me being the awkward one i decide to follow. I walk in the kitchen and theres nerds eating chips, or guys yelling CHUG,CHUG,CHUG! near the dining room table.
"Hunter, seriously, our band is gonna be so awesome. I'm gonna practice like five hours a day. I'm gonna be better than Ringo Starr." kevin says to hunter, but hunter wasnt really listening, just staring numbly infront of him.
"WHOOOOO HEAVY METAL RUULLLEESSS!!" kevyn yells before throwing his cup on the ground.
"ima go pee"
"Im taking you home after this!" hunter yells after him
"After..after peepee" I laugh as kevin walks away making hunter slowly look at me annoyed. I quickly cover my mouth and mumble a 'sorry'. I look at hunter intently. looking at his jewelry, all the patches on his jacket before blurting out
"Do people ever call you emo?" Hunter shrugs
"Nobody ever really talks to me"
"but do they call you emo"
"I dont think ive ever actually heard that words before you brought it to my attention"
My eyes widen
"really?!" Hunter nodds staring infront of him, this whole time never actually turning to look at me.
"Oh you lucky son of a bitch!" i slam my plastic cup infront of me
"It sucks! it really fucking sucks when they call me that or when they call other people that. of course ive only been 'Emo' for one day, Itsjust its not fair! i never get to be what I want to be. its like everyone just has this word for me! something they either Want me to be, or soemthing they ill qualify me as no matter what i do! its bullshit! its fucking bullshit!" i say so angry i was on the verge of tears and i diddent even notice. I quickly wipe my eyes and look over to hunter who was staring at me with a look of pain struck cross his face.
"im sorry. im not meanting to dump a whole bunch of shit on you" i said looking down imbarrised.
"its ok" he shakes his head at me
"No need to be sorry" he added before walking into the living room as if i wasnt even there. I follow him into the living room and stand next to a wall like we did before.
"WHOOO WHATSUP BITCHES??!!" Skip yelled as he walked through the front door. He spotted kevin standing next to me and jelousy grew on his voice.
"Whats up man?" Skip asked hunter wayy too nice.
"Hey! he just called you a dipshit." i immediately glare at skip annoyed. Skip friends grabs hunters jacket and pushes him torward skip.
"What did you just call me?"
"i-i diddent say anything to anyone, i swear" hunter says quickly putting his hands up in defense
"yes you did" skip says pretending to be hurt before pushing him back to his friend
"HEY! he diddent say anything i was here the whole time!" i say to skips friend who completely ignores me he pushes him back to skip before hunter looks at skip annoyed.
"Really?" Skip takes in a deep inhale through his nose.
"Really" Skip then pushes hunter into a load of speakers making him fall onto stage and break the keyboard and stand in half.
"Dude what the fuck?" Clay glares at skip who just shrugs before paying his attention back to skip.
"Are you good bruh? are you hurt?" he lends a hand down to hunter
"Here let me help you"
"NO! let me help you!" hunter quickly stands up and brushes himself off.
"take Lessons! you guys suck...Bruh" I stepped back from hunter gaining second hand imbarrissment.
"i-im sorry that you guys feel that way..Do you guys play" Clay had an amusing smirk on his face obviously trying not to laugh.
"Yea. I have a band. Me and my friend over here" Hunter says pulling kevin next to him, forgetting that i was there at all.
"A serious band" i mumble under my breath as a joke but i think they heard.
"Not like you fucktards" hunter said as everyone laughed. clay blinked at hunter as if he was stupid
"Got it. uhm, i guess i will be seeing you at the battle of the bands than" Clay said pleased with himself.
"uhm, there hasnt been a battle of the bands since david midgall hung brain on stage" i said stepping up next to kevin and hunter
"well there is this year." clay said looking at me like he recognized me.
"go sign up with dean swanson, but maybe dont say fucktard because shes a special olympic ambassador" everyone laughed around us which made hunter blush in iimbarrissment.
"Alright lets get this party going" clay announced as everyone cheered.
"give me your keys" hunter said annoyed. as kevin reached in his pocket, he puked all over himself making me gag and look the other way.
"wheres your keys kevin?" hunter asked again growing impatient.
"uhm...there in the car" kevin said looking down at his puke covered shirt
"with it locked? you locked your keys in the car? are you fucking serious?" hunter asked annoyed
"I can drive you" i said slightly raising my hand, with my keys around my finger. hunter and kevin both looked at me. hunter looked annoyed but knew he doesnt have a choice.
"fuck, ok fine. but your sitting in the back" he pointed to kevin not letting him answer before walking out and headed to my car leaving me and kevin. I lightly grabbed kevin by his shirt trying not to get puke on it.
"coome on buddy" i said slightly disgusted.
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𝕹𝖔𝕭𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝕷𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖄𝖔𝖚-Hunter Sylvester
FanfictionA hunter Sylvester Story. A story about a Insecure Popular Girl dating A jock, Turning Metal and Crushing on Loser