Aggressive Me, Passive You

Chapter Thirty-Four

EDITEF

Chapter Thirty-Four - Lazy Smiles

Happy Birthday to @cheyannemclaren I hope you have a wonderful birthday!

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Hunter had just dropped Carter off at his friend's house and we were headed back to Hunter's house to hang out. We spent that whole car ride listening to Hunter's favorite artists. Part of me couldn't stand listening to that type of music, but the other part of me relaxed and enjoyed the moment in which Hunter was singing and smiling. Seeing him smile made me smile. It was so weird to be happy because the person I liked was in a good mood.

"So, what do you wanna do?" He asked me as we walked through the house.

I took off my shoes because I knew Karen hated it when the floor got dirty. Hunter did the same thing and I followed him as he made his way to the kitchen.

"I don't know," I shrugged my shoulders, "you invited me over here. Shouldn't you be the one sayin' what to do?"

"You're my guest, so you choose." He chuckled, opening the refrigerator. "Do you want something to drink?"

His body was hunched over and blocking the way, so I couldn't see inside the refrigerator. "What do you have?"

"Coke, tea, juice, and water."

"Gimme a water."

"Really, not tea?" He turned around and wiggled his eyebrows at me.

"I'm so tired of you and your lame ass jokes." I chuckled, crossing my arms over my chest, leaning against the island.

"Yet you always laugh at them." He said as he grabbed a water and a soda out of the fridge. He tossed the water bottle to me and I caught it with one hand.

"I don't always laugh at them."

"Yes, you do. That's why I always say lame jokes because they make you laugh."

"So you admit to your jokes being lame?"

"Yeah, I'll admit it." He laughed, nodding his head. He walked out of the kitchen and called to me over his shoulder.

He went to the basement. I'd never get tired of his house, it was so luxurious and decorated nicely.

"You wanna play the game?" He crouched down by the TV.

"I don't know how to play." I shook my head. "I'll watch you play it."

"No, you should play it. It'll be fun."

"It won't be because I don't know how to play it." I sat down on the couch, opening my water to take a sip.

"I'll show you how."

With that being said, he picked up two controllers in one hand—his soda was in the other—and plopped down next to me on the couch. He handed me the black controller, while he kept the cool looking one.

"We're gonna play Black Ops 3."

"No, that game is hard!" I whined.

"I told you I'd teach you how to play it." He lazily smiled at me.

"Okay, but I bet I'ma still suck at it."

We played Black Ops 3 for at least an hour and I had to admit that it was fun. It was hard trying to shoot the enemies, but I got the hang of it, although I died countless of times. On the other hand, Hunter seemed like a professional at shooting and attacking people. This was probably what he did on his free time when he didn't have practice or The Buddy Club.

When he finally got tired of playing it, he turned it off and the faint sound of a television show playing in the background was the only thing that kept the room from being silent. I would have to go home soon, since it was a Sunday and I'd have to return to that hell-hole I called high school tomorrow.

"I'm so tired." He quietly said, throwing his forearm over his eyes as he leaned his head back against the couch.

He sat with his legs open, his other arm rested at the bottom of his stomach. His eyes were covered, leaving me the opportunity to trail my eyes up and down his figure. His flannel was popped open with a white shirt underneath it. He had on khaki cargo shorts and Nike socks. I loved that he knew how to dress and that he looked handsome with whatever he wore.

Then, my eyes traveled to his crotch.

I wonder how big it is.

Oh my gosh, I did not just think about his . . . thing.

Yes I did!

What is wrong with me?

When I finally managed to remove my eyes from his covered lower parts and the obscene thoughts out of my head, my eyes traveled to his face once again.

Only this time his arm wasn't covering his eyes and he was staring straight at me with big eyes.

Please tell me he didn't catch me staring.

It startled me that he was staring at me; it was like his body was just frozen there. His green eyes did not avert away from mine. I quickly averted my gaze away from him and cleared my throat.

Oh my gosh, he knew I was staring at his crotch!

My eyes glanced around the couch, looking for the remote to the TV. 

"You wanna watch a funny movie? I really feel like watchin' something funny." I said to him, flipping through the channels once I found the remote. I needed to do something quick to distract him away from what just happened.

"I don't mind." He chuckled. "You can choose."

"Why do I always have to choose!?" I was frustrated with his niceness and the fact that he caught me staring at his crotch. I couldn't imagine what he thought I was thinking about.

"You're my guest." He shrugged his shoulders.

"Fine." I landed on an Adam Sandler movie; his movies were always funny and he was a good actor, as well.

I sunk back into the couch, wishing that what had happened a couple of minutes ago did not occur. It was embarrassing to be caught staring at his crotch, like what the heck was I thinking.

Throughout the movie, Hunter kept staring at me; I could see him looking at me from my peripheral vision. When I had finally had enough of his staring, I turned to look at him fully—only to find him giving me a lazy smile.

"What?" I asked. I was starting to get irritated.

"Nothing." He still had that lazy smile on his face, that fucking boyish smile that was undeniably attractive.

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Thanks for reading guys!

I had to update today to wish someone a happy birthday, so enjoy it and make sure you go back up at the top and wish her a happy birthday because it wouldn't be an update today, but I just updated to say happy birthday.