Hunter Clarington [One-Shot/Stories]

mid argument

The tension in the Dalton Academy lounge was palpable. Hunter and Scarlett were in the middle of a heated argument, and it wasn't just a spat; this was a full-blown verbal showdown. The Warblers watched with wide eyes as the two hurled words back and forth, each one sharper than the last.

"You don't get to just make decisions for me, Hunter!" Scarlett's voice was sharp, cutting through the room. Her usual sweet demeanor was nowhere to be found, replaced by a fierce glare directed at the Warblers' captain. "I can handle things on my own."

Hunter's jaw clenched as he shot back, "Oh really? Because it didn't look like you were handling it when you were about to—"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence," she interrupted, stepping closer, her hands balling into fists at her sides. "You always think you know what's best for everyone, but newsflash, Hunter, you don't."

The room seemed to grow smaller with every word, as though the air itself was tightening around them. Some of the Warblers exchanged nervous glances, inching closer to the door in case things turned physical. Even Sebastian, who was usually amused by their bickering, stood tense, ready to intervene if it got out of hand.

Hunter took a step forward, closing the distance between them. His expression was hard, his voice low and dangerous. "You think I don't know what's best for you?" He paused, and for a moment, the room held its breath.

Then, his serious facade shattered as a slow, devilish smirk crept across his face. His tone dropped into something playful, almost a purr. "We are so making out later."

Scarlett's eyes widened, and the color in her cheeks darkened from a faint blush to a full-on scarlet. Her mouth opened in shock, but no words came out as Hunter leaned in, his lips brushing against the side of her neck in a lingering kiss that sent shivers down her spine.

The lounge erupted into startled gasps and awkward coughs, and Sebastian let out a half-exasperated laugh. Scarlett quickly shoved Hunter away, her face practically on fire, and without another word, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the room, leaving a trail of red embarrassment behind her.

Hunter, still grinning like a cat who got the cream, casually followed her to the door. "We'll be busy," he called back to the Warblers over his shoulder. "Training's canceled or whatever. Don't disturb us!"

The lounge fell silent in his wake and then broke out into a mix of laughter and bewildered chatter. Sebastian shook his head, smirking to himself. "Well, that's one way to win an argument."

Hunter's long strides quickly closed the distance between him and Scarlett as she stormed down the hall. He caught a glimpse of her turning the corner and hurried to catch up, his smirk only widening when he saw the hint of pink still coloring her cheeks. Just as she reached the doors to an empty classroom, he slipped his hand around her wrist and tugged her inside, shutting the door behind them.

"Let go, Hunter," Scarlett huffed, jerking her arm out of his grasp. Her face was still flushed, but now there was a glint of frustration in her eyes as well. "You're such a—"

"Charming guy who knows exactly how to handle you?" Hunter interrupted, raising an eyebrow as he leaned back against the door, effectively blocking her escape. "Or were you going to say something else?"

She crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at him. "You're infuriating, that's what you are," she shot back. "I can't believe you said that in front of everyone! It wasn't funny, Hunter."

"It was a little funny," he countered, tilting his head with a casual grin. "Besides, you were the one practically daring me to do it. How could I resist?"

Scarlett scoffed, rolling her eyes even as her cheeks grew redder. "I wasn't daring you to do anything! You just... you always have to push my buttons," she said, her voice softer, losing some of its earlier heat.

Hunter's gaze softened, though his playful smirk remained in place. "I like pushing your buttons," he murmured, taking a step closer. "It's kind of our thing, don't you think?"

She backed up until her shoulders met the edge of a desk, and he followed her, his hands resting on either side of her as he leaned in. "You know," he whispered, his breath warm against her cheek, "you're cute when you're angry."

Scarlett shot him a half-hearted glare. "And you're infuriating all the time," she retorted, though the words came out breathier than she intended. Hunter chuckled, his eyes flicking down to her lips before meeting her gaze again. "You weren't exactly running out of that argument, you know," he teased. "Maybe you liked it just a little bit."

"I—" Scarlett started, but whatever comeback she had died on her tongue when Hunter's hand slid to her waist, his thumb brushing gently against the exposed skin just above the waistband of her skirt. The touch was enough to send a spark through her, making it harder to keep up the facade of annoyance.

With a triumphant glint in his eye, Hunter leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above hers. "Tell me to stop," he whispered, his voice dropping lower. "And I will."

For a moment, she just stared up at him, her heart pounding in her chest as she weighed her options. But then her fingers found the front of his shirt, gripping the fabric as she pulled him the rest of the way down, crashing her lips onto his. The kiss was hot and urgent, all the pent-up frustration from their argument melting away under the heat of his mouth on hers.

Hunter responded immediately, his hands slipping around her back to pull her closer, his body pressing against hers as he deepened the kiss. Scarlett let out a quiet moan as his fingers tangled in her hair, tugging just hard enough to make her shiver. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him even closer until there was no space left between them.

He broke away only for a moment, catching his breath as he whispered against her lips, "See? I knew you couldn't resist me."

"Shut up," she muttered, and pulled him back into the kiss, making him chuckle into her mouth.

But just as the intensity was rising again, the sound of footsteps echoed from the hallway, and they quickly broke apart, both breathing heavily. Hunter's hand lingered on her waist as he glanced toward the door, his smirk reappearing.

"Looks like we should probably get out of here before someone finds us... again," he said, his tone amused.

Scarlett nodded, smoothing her hair and adjusting her clothes. "And next time," she said, shooting him a pointed look, "try not to start a fight in front of everyone just because you're in the mood to mess with me."

Hunter grinned, leaning in to press a quick, teasing kiss to her forehead. "I can't make any promises," he replied, giving her a wink as he opened the door and peeked out to make sure the coast was clear. "But I'll try to keep it interesting."

With a final glance over his shoulder, he took her hand and led her out of the classroom, the thrill of their secret—and the undeniable spark between them—making his pulse race just a little faster.