Prude

Chapter 18: All the Feels...

A/N: So this is it folks, as I've said, I've tried to give you all an ending instead of never finishing. So yeah, the story is over, but yes, it's a happily ever after, similar to what i'd planned two years ago, but it would have taken longer to get there. Anyway, thanks for still reading, hope you enjoy it!

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I met Jazz and Angela outside the maths building and when they saw me they frowned.

"What happened now?" Jazz asked.

"Uh..." but I was so mad I couldn't formulate the words to explain what was going on in my head.

"Oh, Denise," Angela said and took me into her arms.

"Hunter..." I got out.

"What he do?" Jazz all but yelled. "It seems I'm going to have a word with that punk!"

I nearly laughed despite myself as she began to charge towards the next building. I ran after her and pulled her back.

"No...no!" I grabbed her. I looked between my best friends. "He..."

"What?" Angela asked impatiently.

"He kissed me." I stared at the ground.

Both Angela and Jazz screamed in surprise. "What? When?"

"In the alcove," I replied.

"What were you doing in the alcove?!" Angela questioned.

"He pulled me in."

"That's two kisses in one day," Jazz commented as if it would make anything better.

I just stared at them.

"So why exactly are you upset?"

"I'm mad." I shook my head. "He can't kiss me as if everything is alright between us."

"You like him." Jazz met my eyes.

I only nodded.

The bell went to signal the end of break. Angela and I had PE, so we made our way to the changing rooms we started the lesson without discussing my predicament further.

As soon as we were told to pick a partner for tennis, I felt Hunter's presence.

"Denise," he said.

Angela didn't wait five seconds before abandoning me to be Julia's partner. I only frowned at him because it was too late; everyone had sorted into twos. We started a game in silence, but he stopped mid-shot. "We need to talk," he said.

"I have nothing to say to you," I told him, gesturing for him to pick up the ball.

"We need to talk, it's more important than all this...madness." I assumed he was referring to Darla.

"I don't understand," I replied.

"You don't remember me at all." His expression seemed slightly forlorn.

"What?"

He walked towards the line that separated us on the court. "We met five years ago, we were seeing off our fathers. And two years ago they died together."

Tears suddenly found my eyes, though I had no idea what it was for. "That was you?" I said, recollecting the scene he mentioned.

Hunter nodded. "When I first came here I would have thought you would remember me, that's why I was teasing you. When I realised you didn't remember me, I got kind of angry, because though we weren't friends, I thought we shared a bond." He grimaced. "It kind of hurt that you could...I thought we'd be able to talk. I remembered this was where you lived. And when my mom said we should move to get away from the memories, she got a choice of offices." Hunter scratched the back of his neck. I...I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "I even told my mom I'd try and get her and your mom together, but you didn't even remember me. I was angry...but yeah...bad reaction to everything, I guess."