Tᴏᴏ Cᴏᴏʟ Fᴏʀ Yᴏᴜ// Hᴜɴᴛᴇʀ Sʏʟᴠᴇsᴛᴇʀ

nine

𝗬/𝗻'𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘃:
On Sunday, Kevin texted me telling me to meet at Hunter's house at 2pm. Once I showed up I saw a flower van and Kevin's car. I walked in after knocking, and went to Hunter's room. There stood Kevin and Emily. They looked like they were waiting for me.

"We have like two weeks, she can learn everything in two days," Kevin argued to Hunter. Wanting Emily in the band and I agreed. Emily should be in this band.

"It's nothing personal Emily. It's just you're not consistent with the image we're trying to project," Hunter said.

"Is it because she's a girl?" Kevin asked.

"No," Hunter responds.

"Well, what about Joan Jett? Doesn't she rock?" Emily stated. I gave her a little fist bump.

"What about the Runaways," Kevin asks.

"That's Joan Jett." Hunter said annoyed. I was honestly surprised he even knew the Runways.
"Well what about The Pretty Reckless,  Bikini Kill, Vixen, The Bangles, and many many more,"

"We are a metal band, not an indie-metal band. We are not an alt-metal band. We are not a sort of metal band. We are a metal band. And for us to have a cello player as another member would be completely gay,"

Hunter finishes. Me and Emily scoff while looking at some of his posters, including Judas Priest, pictures of dudes shirtless, and one with a dick on it. "You've gotta take all that in context," he says

"Gay? Our band is called Skullfucker. Skullfucker. You named it that to impress girls? We're gonna die virgins in a band called Skullfucker," Kevin rants. "Well, what I meant was-" Kevin defends but Hunter cuts him off.
"Come on like they didn't know,"

Kevin and Emily storm out. Hunter starts talking to me. "So I was thinking and I would like if you'd like to officially be my girlfriend," he asked.

"Yes, of course I would," I said, then leaned down to kiss him.

~𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗦𝗞𝗜𝗣~
It's 8 and Hunter and I are waiting for Kevin to get to practice. Hunter is stressing out, and playing the solo to the new song while I try to calm him down. Finally we hear a door slam shut, it's Kevin.

"6:15. We said 6:15, it's now 8" Hunter grunts out.
"Well something came up," Kevin defended.

"What?"

"Nothing"

"You said it was something,"

"We'll, it's nothing,"

"I can't imagine nothing being more important than a band practice. I need a drummer a real drummer," Hunter is getting angrier by the second. I eventually zone out until I hear the guitar coming back on and the door slam shut.

"You didn't have to be that harsh, the dude just got laided," I say defensively.

"Yeah well instead of fucking the cello girl, he could have been here focusing on more important things," he says and stops playing the instrument.

"He will come back, and when he does it will be better than before. He just needs a little break, ok?" I say reassuring him. I get a text from my dad telling me to come home. "I have to go but I will see you later. Don't do anything I wouldn't do," I say before peacefully leaving.

~𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗦𝗞𝗜𝗣~

Emily, Hunter, and I are all in speech class presenting our projects, thankfully I have already presented mine. Now it's Hunter's turn. We hear a sudden guitar and loud amp as he struts into the room. I give him a small wave. He smiles back before continuing his speech. 

"'Death closes all
But something ere the end
Some work of noble note
May yet be done
Not unbecoming men that strove with gods.'
Tennyson's Ulysses.
You might know it from your English class.
This speech is about metal.
Metal is about what Ulysses was about.
Striving with gods.
Striking out for unknown territory.
The people that crossed the Bering Strait
12,000 years ago?
Metal.
That Kon-Tiki guy?
Metal.
The people on the Mayflower...
..would've been metal
if it weren't for all the Jesus crap.
And Ulysses, what did he do?
Huh?
Read Dante. He'll tell you.
Ulysses got together
the baddest ass crew he could find,
and then he sailed off
beyond the Pillars of Hercules,
and then he was drowned,
and pulled right down to hell.
Eighth circle.
What is more metal than that?
Only the ninth circle.
So... achieving your dreams
with fellow badasses,
going to hell if you have to...
Oh, that sounds great, right?
But it wasn't so easy for Ulysses.
See, he had, um...
He had Penelope,
Mrs. Ulysses, keeping him down.
'Stay home.'
'Be king.'
'Go to work every day.'
He wasted decades of his life
on that shit." Hunter finished. I had a feeling about what the speech was about. At the end he decided to target Emily essentially with her accent.

"Hunter stop," I declared. But he didn't stop. Next thing I know Emily's pencil snapped and she is throwing books at Hunter. I don't blame her, he had no right to do that no matter what kind of emotions  he was feeling. As I try to get Emily to stop the only thing I get a couple elbows to the face and a fist to the nose. I don't resent her for this however. Hunter is taken to the nurse and so was I. After he was done being helped he went to Dean Swanson's office. While in the nurses I couldn't even look at him I was so mad. Once I got out I saw Kevin push Hunter into the lockers and start to argue. I don't step in, just watch on the sidelines. This is their relationship not mine. Once Hunter finally sees me he try's to talk to me about it.

"Look Y/n, I'm really sorry. I'll do better next time." He admits. I am now in tears.

"Im not the one you should be telling that to,"

"Are we still ok?" He asks.

"I don't know. I just need a little bit of time ok. I'll call in a couple days," I say then speed walk out the school and to my car. I let out a scream once all car doors are closed. I drive home. I soon arrive at my house and let Scout run in our fenced in backyard. We both go inside and I just cry while petting Scout and him laying on my lap.