Why We Laugh (#Wattys2018)

18. I Laughed Becuase He Ruined it All

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18.

It was presentation day. The day where Hunter and I were going to stand and present the poster I wrote. I was upset that I was doing all the work, but right now I didn't want to cause a problem. I gave him a script, all I needed was him to read it.

I stood straight, my shoulder getting tired from pointing to different things on the poster.

"In conclusion, H20 is vital to life for many reasons. H20 is hydrogen and two oxygen and-" I was finishing the lame presentation when Hunter hollered beside me.

"Add another oxygen, and you can kill yourself," he blurted, referring to to the lethal chemical H2O2

I shook my head, ashamed and embarrassed. The class laughed, some snorted.

This made me chuckle ever so slightly. The teacher was not laughing.

"That's not appropriate, Hunter," she scolded, crossly.

He just shrugged and gave me a glance to continue.

I inhaled deeply, "Cohesion and adhesion help get water to the leaves of the trees-"

"It also explains my kiss and break philosophy. Cohese with a one night stand and adhese by forgetting her completely," he began cackling with laughter, going completely insane.

Time Lapse

The bell rang, and I made a beeline to the vicious, misbehaved boy. I couldn't believe I even considered him a 'good' partner.

"Hunter," I hissed.

He glanced at me briefly before 'whooping' as a cheerleader walked by.

"Hunter," my voice was strained as I repeatedly called for his attention.

"What?" he said, carelessly.

"We failed our project," I accused, anger was a mild term to describe my emotion.

He shrugged, smirking, "Who cares? It was about stupid water crap."

He may not care because he's already failing, but I was borderline A- and B+. Thanks to this I probably had a C+ and a B- at the most.

"I care. It's my grade. My life. Because I failed this can destroy my straight A report card."

He groaned, annoyed. He looked back at me and noticed my anger. He could tell my eyes were wild with disturbance.

His expression softened, "I'm sorry, okay," but then it spiked again, " To make up for it I can take you home with me tonight, and you can spend the night."

He said this with a cunning, mischievous tone that provided no sincerity. I looked at him. He was good looking, as I mentioned before, rumor has it he's a good one-night stand partner. It would be good for me, I mean, I'm in eleventh grade.

For a moment I was wrapped up in the fantasy. Then it shattered when my mind reflected his offensive comments. I couldn't believe I considered it because I knew what he would do to me afterward and what he's already done to me.

This was his stupid, selfish way to get what he wants.

"No," I spit, my blood boiling, "I'm not going to be used by you."

Hunter doesn't care. He doesn't care about school. He doesn't care about relationships. He doesn't care about anybody but himself.

He opened his mouth for a moment, shocked. He stayed quiet, waiting for me to make the next move.

"You said it yourself, all you do is destroy people's lives. Break their hearts. You don't care about anyone," I screamed at him.

His face went indifferently if not sorrow filled upon hearing what everyone wanted to say but never had the guts.

I thought I had gotten to him. Maybe I had broke him. Maybe he'll go and change the grade. Maybe he'd apologize.

But all he did was scowl. Scowl with a low growl.

"I don't care about anyone. You're right. In fact, I don't give a damn about anyone including myself. So screw you," he held up the middle finger and stormed down the hall.

Time Lapse

The teacher from biology called us up, "Molly, Hunter" she summoned.

My breath hitched in apprehension because she was going to tell us our grades. I eyed Hunter with pique. He held my gaze for a millisecond before averting his eyes somewhere else.

As we approached, the teacher pushed her glasses to the tip of her nose so she could look at us straight in the eyes.

No one spoke for a moment; suspense held high. She looked at me intently.

"Mr.Hunter," she said in a cold voice, but her glare stayed on me, "told me that you deserved an A on the project."

She paused waiting for my reaction. My jaw dropped slightly as I gleamed at Hunter. Hunter rolled his eyes and shoved his hands in his pockets, trying to play it cool.

I couldn't believe he did that!

"He said that he didn't do any work and purposely ruined your presentation. Therefore, for the effort you put in, you get 100% and Hunter," she glanced scornfully at him, "gets no credit."

I wanted to defend him and say he did some work, but I was too amazed that he had confessed his wrong doings for my future.

"Oh..." the words were stuck in my throat, "thanks."

As I said this, I glanced between the two figures. Hunter looked about ready to take it all back and punch someone, and the teacher probably wanted to take a nice hot bath with a bottle of brandy.

She shooed us away, flicking her manicured nails.

Hunter made a beeline for his seat, but I reached out and grabbed his arm.

He turned around, bothered, "What?"

I found myself smiling as he wore his scowl.

"Thank you, Hunter," I said his name with pride no one associates with 'Hunter.'

"Whatever," he groaned, strutting out of my grasp and back to his sheltered seat in the back of the room.  

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