Love Me

Chapter 2: Hello! My name is...

The wallpaper was dark, the floor was wooden, the music was loud and the guests were having a great time. Hunter was able to drag Timothy to her party, reassuring he would meet someone new. Couples made out in Hunter's closets and there was a sock over the handle to both the guest room, and the master bedroom. No one knew who exactly was in each of the rooms, except in the master bedroom there was a drunken Deliah and a nervous Hunter, both laying on the bed. As Deliah hiccuped between sentences, Hunter hushed her with kisses full of passion and love.

"Hunter let's take this a step further, please." Deliah said, sliding her hand up her shirt.

"What the hell? No!" Hunter moved out from under Deliah and got off the bed, readjusting her shirt. "Deliah you're drinking- why would I want to do that?" Deliah slopped over onto her back and sighed.

"It's been 2 years." Hiccup. "I thought you'd be ready ages ago!" Another hiccup. " Don't you love me?" Hunter sat in the fold-out chair in front of her desk.

"I don't need to sleep with you to prove I love you." Hunter said softly, knowing Deliah wasn't going to hear her. "Dee, I don't want you mad with me over this." Deliah rolled her eyes.

"I feel fine." Hunter frowned.

"No, I'm sure you just feel drunk."

"Great, drunk, tomato tomahto." After a large amount of silence, Hunter went outside for a cigarette. Her back door led to an alley, where there were trashcans and it reeked of dead bodies and meth.  All down the alleyway there were the back doors to other houses too, so Hunter wasn't the only person outside. The wind was cool, signalling the end of summer was coming quickly. Hunter pressed a cigarette between her lips, digging though her pockets with no luck in finding a lighter. A few steps away, there was a tall man with dark blonde dreadlocks smoking.

"Hey, you got a light?" His thousand mile stare was interrupted and turned to Hunter.

"You look a little young to smoke." His voice was deep and hoarse.

"No, I'm 18. Either way I'd still be in this situation, asking you if you have a lighter." The man stepped closer and looked at every inch of Hunters body, as if he was making mental notes.

"So, you're barely legal?" He held out a silver lighter for Hunter to grab.

"Excuse me?" Hunter wondered what he was implying.

"My names Gareth, sweetheart. I'm 26 and I have a lot of money, what interests you?"

"Excuse me?" She started to realize what he was trying to say. "I have a girlfriend you know."

"Doesn't bother me at all if you swing both ways." He flicked his cigarette and left the rest of it to burn in the alley then exhaled the smoke quite close the Hunters face. "I'll see you in the party, sweetheart." He walked into Hunters house and left her standing outside even more aggravated than she was before.  She put out her cigarette on the brick of her house and walked inside, practically slamming the door behind herself. Looking around, she saw Timothy sulking on one of her living chairs, and she decided to join him.

"I'm really glad you decided to come." Hunter said. "Are you still upset?"

"Not as much, I guess. I didn't really like him like I thought I did." 

"It happens Timmy. You're more attracted to a pretty mind than you are a pretty face." 

"Hunter, he was a pretty mind."

"Shut up, we both know it was his face. Even Deliah would have slept with him and she's on girl-only standards. Well, me-only standards." A light smile grew onto Timothy's face, which also made her happier too. "You know, Deliah invited someone over I think you'd like."

"Deliah knows?" Timothy started to get a little shocked, thinking Hunter told his secret to their group of friends.

"No, she doesn't. Your alibi stands strong. I'm just saying I talked to him a few times in high school and I really think you'd like him. I'm not 100% sure if he's gay but, just look out for him okay?" Timothy gave hunter a look of distress. 

"I don't think I want to right now."

"Oh trust me, in a few drinks you will. So drink up and be on the look out for someone named Collin." Timothy sunk into the chair as Hunter got up. "Where's Bethany?"

"Probably making out in a closet with Seth."

"Last time I checked, the only thing in the closet was you and a few jackets." Hunter started to laugh and Timothy threw a cushion to her. 

"Shut up, Hunter." Timothy started to laugh as Hunter threw the pillow back and walked away. The entire downstairs was crowded, and Hunter was pushing through the crowd trying to get back upstairs. About halfway through the mass of drunken dancers, Hunter ran into Gareth.

"Well, hello there sweetheart. Long time no see." Hunter scoffed in disgust.

"You know maybe someone MIGHT want to sleep with you if over half of the dick you have wasn't your personality." Hunter shoved him out of the way, but he grabbed her arm.

"Classic insult, but I can easily prove you wrong."

"Fuck off perv!" She pulled herself from his grip and stormed up the stairs. "God... today isn't working out for me at all." Walking down the hallway, she notices her bedroom door was still just a crack open, meaning Deliah was still in her room. She walked in and saw that Deliah had fallen asleep, with her favorite comedy show on the T.V. Hunter kissed her cheek and slid the blankets over Deliah, and started to slowly dismiss the guests from the party.