As soon as the first tear fell, a river started streaming down my face. I ran to my room and buried my face in my pillow and screamed. Why am I always so stupid?
The image of Hunter's face when he saw us burned in my mind and it made my stomach drop.
Maybe I should call him and explain everything. But you're not even together, my subconscious reminded me. I sighed and trudged to my bathroom.
I took a long bath and when I was done, I grabbed a book and sat down on my bed. I tried concentrating on the words, but my mind keeps drifting off to Hunter. I groaned and put away my book.
I decided to call Zoe. She'll know what to do. "You better be dying or stuck in a ditch somewhere," Zoe answered groggily. I guess I woke her up from her beauty sleep.
"Did I wake you?" I asked stupidly.
"No, I was actually sliding on rainbows and playing with unicorns," she said flatly.
"I don't appreciate your sarcasm," I said, trying to stifle a laugh. I already feel a lot better.
"Is there any reason you called me and disturbed my peaceful slumber?"
"I messed up," I said quietly.
"What do you mean?" I heard some shuffling, probably Zoe just sitting up in her bed.
I told her everything that went down after she left. She gasped when I told her that Hunter saw Kyle kissing me.
"I'll give props to Kyle for getting you to go on that date with him." Zoe added thoughtfully.
"What should I do, Zo? They're both great guys and..." I trailed off and rubbed my hands over my face.
"Do you like Kyle?"
"Well, as a friend, yeah."
"Do you like Hunter?"
After a few moments of silent thinking, I answered. "Yes, I think I do." I said quietly. I feel like he's going to hear me if I say it aloud, which is stupid considering that he's not near me.
"Then, you know what to do," Zoe said calmly. I stayed silent for a few more moments, thinking about what she said.
I sighed, "You're right. Thanks Zo. I'll call you tomorrow. Sorry for waking you up."
"Don't worry about it, goodnight."
"Night." I hung up and sank into my covers, hoping that the bed would swallow me whole.
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I've been staring at the screen of my phone for the last ten minutes, contemplating on whether I should call Hunter or not. I groaned and threw my phone on the coffee table, but it bounced right off and fell to the floor with a thud. I mentally cursed.
I picked up my phone from the ground and after checking that I haven't cracked the screen or something, I went to the kitchen to make myself breakfast.
I was drinking milk straight from the carton because I'm too lazy to find a glass, when the doorbell rang.
It's probably just Zoe coming to see if I was okay. I opened the door and my mouth dropped open when I saw it wasn't my best friend.
Standing in the doorway, hair disheveled, jaw muscles ticking and an impassive look on his face, was Hunter. I raked my eyes over him, trying to keep the butterflies at bay when he spoke.
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His Saving Grace.
Teen Fiction18 year old Grace Hart was scarred by a terrible incident when she was 16. Hunter Raines, 19, is the boy whose troubled past keeps haunting him each day. What secrets does the supposed bad boy hide? Will Grace be the one to save him from his demon...