Aggressive Me, Passive You

Alternate Ending #2

Alternate Ending #2

We were back at school, after a very long and much needed winter break. Sam had come back from her vacation with her family and expected me to tell her some thrilling story about how I stole Hunter's heart. She was very disappointed when I told her I didn't even go to the party.

It didn't feel right going to a party without her and I knew I wouldn't know a lot of people there, so I stayed at home and watched Hunter's Snapchat story. The party was booming, the bass of the speakers were loud, causing the rowdy teenagers to let loose. Everyone looked like they were having fun, except for Hunter. Hunter looked irritated; I hated seeing him with a face expression like that. He looked so much better when he smiled.

Another reason I didn't want to go was because I didn't want to show up uninvited. Even though everyone was invited—I found that out when Sam told me. Hunter didn't formally invite me to his party himself. I knew we weren't on speaking terms, but if I meant anything to him, he would've told me personally.

It was Hunter's birthday and he wasn't enjoying himself. Eliza thought she was all that by throwing him a huge birthday party, but I could have done way better. I would have treated him better on his birthday, rather than making him celebrate with a bunch of strangers.

I knew the things he liked; I would have come up with something spontaneous and fun. He was a simple guy and he didn't like flashy things. He would have been okay with watching a movie and cuddling at home because he was a softy—whether he wanted to admit it or not—and there was absolutely nothing wrong with that.

I couldn't complain, though, I had a choice to tell Hunter about my feelings. Instead, I tried to coward away from them in hopes that they would go away, but at last, they were too strong. It was like the more time I spent away from him made me long for him even more. It made me want to capture those forest green eyes and press a kiss to those pink, pump lips.

I'd always imagine what kissing Hunter felt like. He wasn't my boyfriend, so I guess I'd never know. It's just all those times we had friendly banter, my skin tingled in excitement and electric currents surged through my veins. My adrenaline heightened when I was around him because he showed me how to have fun and to not be too uptight all the time. I really liked Hunter, but I couldn't have him; he was clearly smitten with a girl who had no idea who he really was. She was a sweet girl and all, but I bet any kind of money that she only liked him for his looks.

Hunter Worthington was easy on the eyes. He could still any girl's heart by just merely glancing at her. And that tan skin, with his wavy, brunette hair—that was curly when it overgrew too much—were the perfect duo in perfecting his beauty. My favorite feature about him was his personality. His looks were a bonus because he made me like him for him, not his face.

Not to mention, he was smart and athletic. The guy was practically number one in all of his classes. He played on the varsity team of any sports he played. There was nothing that Hunter could not do; everything came natural to him. I could not point out any flaws of his.

Speaking of Hunter, I was on my way to the library, when I saw him walking opposite of me down the hall. His backpack was on his back, a book underneath his armpit, and his phone in his hand. He was staring intently at his phone and I thought he was going to walk into the lockers, for a second. That was until his head popped up and looked straight ahead—at me.

My heart instantly started beating fast and my stomach started making the weird noises that it did when I got nervous because I was really nervous. I hadn't seen him since before we went on break and I also went to the principal to tell him I wanted to switch partners. I guess I felt guilty, but then I had to remember that Hunter wouldn't find out that I wanted to switch partners.