Rollerskates and Council Boys (Huntlow)

CHAPTER 2

An old man walked into the room of a young boy.

"WHAT IS THIS?" The old man screeched. The boy cowered in fear.

"My report card.." the boy said. The man growled.

"A B plus? What is this, a joke?!" The man yelled. The boy shook his head hesitantly.

"Uncle I can explain.." the boy replied. The man waited for his response.

"There's this.. uh.. girl-"

"A GIRL? YOU HAVE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO THINK ABOUT THAN A GIRL!!" The man lashed out at the boy, dragging a sharp object up his arm. The boy cried in pain.

"Uncle, I'm sorry it won't happen again!" The boy sobbed. The man scowled at the boy.

"Oh stop crying, crying is for the weak." He growled, before leaving the boy with a gash in his arm and a first-aid kit that the boy himself had bought and hidden.

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Hunter was home, full of the chicken-bread Willow had given him.
Fuck, shes pretty. Hunter couldn't help but think. He knew he'd fallen, he'd fallen really quickly. It only took him one day to realise that he'd fallen for her.

(Help i am listening to teeth and it's stopping my brain from thinking because it's so good to vibe to.)
(Also I'm doing this in the middle of a class of some description that I should be paying attention to because people play games on the computers. We got them chromebooks and they're probably not doing the work. But anyways- 💀)

Hunter sat on his bed quietly. All he could think about was Willow. He sighed, checking his watch. Nearly time for his bread and water meal. At least he could savour this round of stale bread because he was already full. He knew he'd better stop gushing over her school photo that he somehow acquired.

The door opened quietly and a plastic water bottle and three stale bits of bread were thrown at him. He stuffed the break in a box under his bed, and flopped down, bringing out her photo again. He sighed. She sounded so concerned after learning that he didn't eat much on the weekend, and he wondered what she'd act like if he told her about his home life. He brought the bed sheet over himself and drifted softly to sleep.

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Willow got home very quickly, but spent her afternoon wondering about Hunter. He'd been so quick to defend his earlier statement of the fact he didn't eat at home. Was it a lie?

Despite her concern, her dads cotived when she came out for dinner, her red face and floppy ears.

(In this story, floppy ears are gush/embarrassment.)

Gilbert had an idea of what was going on, but Harvey was clueless.

"Hey flower, what's on your mind?" Gilbert asked. Willow snarled back to reality, facing her dad.

"Uh-" Willow thought for a minute. Tell the truth or lie? Truth. "A boy." She smiled, giggling in embarrassment. Gilbert snorted with laughter.

"A boy?" He asked.

"Yeah."

"What's his name?" Gilbert asked. Willow knew he was just trying to pull information fro her, but she decided she was going to answer this time.

"Hunter."

"What does he look like?"

Gilbert recalled the name. It was the name of the boy who wrote her up everyday for wearing things against the dress code, which he thought was unreasonable.

"He's blonde.. with magenta eyes. He has a... sizeable nose." She giggled. Gilbert loves listening to his daughter.

"Special to you, is he?" Gilbert asked. Willow faced dropped.

"Actually, I'm concerned for him. When we were talking, he slipped in speech and said he didn't eat at home, but quickly corrected himself to not eating much at home." She explained.

This sparked a thought of concern in Willow's father. All he could produce is an 'oh', before leaving the conversation.

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"Willow, please this school needs to look good for the school that is playing here today." Hunter whined as Willow absentmindedly tracked mud into the school.

"Oh- sorry Hunter." Willow blushed and took her roller skates off. Hunter nearly gasped in surprise. She didn't usually do this. Then surprising him even further, she had a cloth in her bag, and she wiped up the mud she had brought in.

"Oh... well that was different from you." Hunter commented sweetly. Willow smiled.

"Anything, anytime." She smiled. "You can talk to me about anything, you know." She added. Hunter tipped his head to one side. That was a strange statement. Maybe he was overthinking it.

"Uh, thanks?" He replied to her. Something wasn't right. This didn't seem like her. Where was 'rebellious roller skater that can do anything and you can't stop me.'? He shook his thoughts away. Something wasn't right but he couldn't put his finger on it. Obviously, apart from the fact she wasn't rebelling.

Well, he can't focus on that right now can he? He had a school to keep clean.