Hunters POV -
This wasn't a date.
I had to keep reminding myself. It had been ages since I had even looked at a girl, nevermind been for coffee with one. She was a pretty girl, and my first impressions were very wrong. Her hair isn't too long or too big, and its black like mine is. She has bright green eyes that are heavily lined all the time and her cheeks are always naturally flushed pink.
But, this wasn't a date. She didn't like me anymore than a mutual friend. Charlie was just a kind person, who wanted to talk things over with me about a misunderstanding.
I slipped on my grey skinny jeans and a faded band shirt that used to be my dads, then I slipped on my vans. I put my beanie on and by the time I'd finished starting myself up, it was time to set off.
I didn't live far from 4th, but it was crowing dark and quite cold now. Something didn't feel right as I was walking down the path through the park. There were no birds chirping, the only sound was the occasional rattle of a car pass over a grate in the street or a small animal rustle in a bush.
The last thing I remember, was walking past the old lamp post and feeling something sharp in the back of my neck.
Charlie's POV -
Hunter was nice. How was I mad at him? Maybe I was just angry with what Chris had done and needed to take it out on somebody sober. He certainally doesn't deserve Will being a dick to him, too. I'd had years of hatred from him and it drove me insane. This wasn't a date, though. As much as Hunter was kind and sweet and attractive, I couldn't think of him as anything more than I friend who I was meeting for coffee. I end up falling for the wrong guys far too quickly.
I decided to wear my ripped skinny jeans, my docs and a huge hoodie, as it was cold at this time of day usually. I tied my hair back in a pony tail, leaving down my bangs, and reapplyed a bit of eyeliner. It was the effortless and "I've just rolled from bed" look, but it worked.
There was something wrong with how eerie the park was at this time. Usually there was something going on, a fight between neighbourhood animals or just the daily life of people using the short cut.
But there was nothing. The lights flickered on one by one in the dark as I was walking down the street. A group of people, who I assumed were a running club, ran past me and ahead of me. I didn't realise what was happening until the group of runners jumped onto the tall figure who was walking about 500 yards in front of me, and left the body lying on the path. Motionless.
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I couldn't move. I stopped walking and just stood still, frozen. What had just happened. Had I just whitenessed a murder? An attempted murder? There was only one way to find out, wasn't there.
I took out my phone, and I phoned an ambulance. I said where I was, what had happened and I was sobbing down the phone as the woman on the other end of the line was trying to calm me down. She told me to check what their injuries were. If I could stop any bleeding. The lady, who told me her name was Dianne, told me an ambulance was on its way and I hung up.
I ran to see if I knew who the victim was and as soon as I reached the body, a sob caught in my throat and I clapped my hand over my mouth.
"Hunter!" I sank to me knees next to him, took his hand and tried to see what had happened. There was no blood and he was ice cold. I could hear he was still breathing slowly. but if the ambulance didn't hurry up, then he wouldnt be for much longer. "Hunter!"
I felt him squeeze my hand weakly, at least he knew I was there. I wasn't going to attempt to move him, it would probably just cause more damage, if any.
"It's fine-" I softly whispered, squeezing his hand back and running my thumb over his wrist. "You're going to be fine!"
I heard the paramedics and ambulances from miles away and before I knew it there was a blanket thrown over my shoulders and I was pulled away from Hunters side. I was shaking, not only because I was shocked, but because Hunter could be dying and I just whitenessed it. They quickly loaded him into the ambulance and I insisted that I should go with him as I saw what happened.
He had been drugged, they told me.
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Love at First Hate
Teen FictionCharlie is a "scene kid". She has poofy hair, a 'scary' music taste and a particular hatred for hipsters. Hunter is an "emo kid". His black hair covers his eyes, his music taste varies from deathcore to classical and he generally hates everyone. ~...