Chapter fifteen- lunch hour

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Ana's POV.

"Hey Hunter have you got gym class now?" Mumbling through a mouthful of pasta.

"Yes, coach isn't happy with you heard you were coming back and flipped he said if Marino doesn't join the basketball team he is going to pull out each of your eyelashes and scoop your eyeballs out with a rusty spoon." Hunter nods as he recalls each detail.

"Okay..... Well I might just go truant." I joke he raised an eyebrow.

"Bye bye to your toenails actually have you ever wondered what coaches obsession with rusty spoons and mutilating his students is?" He ponders.

"You are strange." I shake my head at him smiling throwing a grape at him which the skillful little cazzo catches in his mouth.

"Look at that it was amazing, also don't forget you have therapy after school." He smiles at me as he eats his southern fried chicken wrap.

"Babe you've got some mayo." I swipe it away from the corner of his lip,"here."

He catches my hand and raises it to his lips, licking the mayo away from my finger then planting a kiss on the back of hand. He plants a kiss on top of the ring.

"Mine...." He growls low.

I nod my head as I pull my hand back, Zoey and Ellie run over to us and sit down.

"Where the hell have you been?" Zoey taps my nose.

"Somewhere..." I smirk as Ellie pretends to glare.

"How dare you leave us with Mr I'll drink my troubles away." Ellie points to Hunter.

Hunter who is hidden behind me, wait he drank while I was gone. Merda. I am a horrible person. Turning to him.

"Hunter do you have anything to tell me?" I demand.

"I know turning to alcohol isn't great but I had to fill that void that constant emptiness and I chose to numb the pain with alcohol." He explains.

"Oh okay..." I trail off when was life this hard.

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