Bloodshot

Chapter 3 - The Rookie

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Hunter's POV

When the bell finally rang I ran out of there faster than humanly possible. I rushed past the glaring blonde and the rest of the boys eyeing my every move. I almost got away when a random boy with curly red hair came up to me. He was actually kind of cute.

"Hey" he said. He gave me his hand, so I shook it.

"Hello" I replied cautiously.

"My names Logan." He said with a friendly smile.

"My names Hunter." I said quietly. A lot of people made fun of my name, cause it wasn't a common girl name.

"Wow that's a pretty name. It's unique." He said surprising me with his kindness. I showed a small smile. He gleamed back, his blue eyes shining.

Just then Spencer walked by glaring harder than ever before, but this time it wasn't at me. He stared at Logan so evilly, I thought Logan's head was gonna explode. Spencer then looked at me and his face softened a little bit. I attempted a wave at him but he shook his head and walked off without even a smile back. That boy was so infuriating.

"So what do you say?" Logan asked snapping me out of my daze.

"Huh?" I asked like and idiot. He smiled a little bit and repeated.

"Would you like to hang out after school. I could show you around?" I thought about it.

Let's see. I have no friends, this school is a ginormous maze, and I don't want to go home to face my fucking parents. The answer was obvious.

"Yeah, I love to." I replied. He smiled and said his goodbyes. I ran to my next hour with a faint smile plastered on my face.

~right before last class of the day~

I shuffled out of sixth hour with great slowness. I did not want to go to my last hour. I've been dreading it all day.

In case your wondering my last class of the day is soccer. With my wonderful new team mates.

On my way to class I began thinking of Logan and his sweet smile with his caring eyes. He was nice unlike that douche bag Spencer. Uhg I mean where does he get off treating me like shit when I did nothing wrong. Then glares at the only person who acted warm towards me. Him with his stupid green emerald eyes, and his long blonde hair, and those plump lips , that spoke his gorgeous deep British accent. Uhg I need to get my shit together, I thought while mentally face palming myself for thinking those things about Spencer.

I started getting closer to the soccer field. Great. If you didn't know this, at this school all soccer team members must take a class together at the end of the day to have extra practice. Therefore I was nervous as shit. I headed on my way to what I figured as my version of hell.

Spencer's POV

After stupid math class I head over to the soccer field. I began thinking about that girl in Drama class.

Who does she think she is telling me off. Like she doesn't know she's in OUR territory. But those eyes were so kind, and her voice so forgiving. I shook my head. What is wrong with me. She's still and untrustworthy whore.

When I walked out of drama class she was talking to that stupid Logan guy. He's president of the Drama club, and secretary for the school. Ha nerd. But seeing him talk to her angered me in a way unknown. I glared at him until she caught me. She waved and I almost waved back, until I realized I'm an idiot. I sped walked away without even a glance her way. At least I have soccer to cool me down.