Hunter

The first time Hunter came to my room was when I was eleven. Okay, I don't mean "came to my room" in a sexual way, so don't get any ideas. He lives right below me and his parents fight all the time, so it became a casual fling. His parents never noticed him missing because they were too busy screaming their heads off to even notice. I would always notice, but never my parents. They would freak out if they knew a boy came to my room in the middle of the night, and slept in the very bed I wore only a thin nightgown in. This sleeping arrangement started when we were young and really stupid, and now we're older but still really stupid. So, same difference.

The first time he climbed up the side of the house and knocked on my window I grabbed the closest object I could get my hands on, opened the window, and started beating the poor boy to death. By the way, the closest object was a scary clown mask-how I got this creepy clown mask is a completely different story-so I probably prolonged Hunter's fear of clowns. He still screams bloody murder every time I wear make up, and I can't tell if he's being serious or making fun of me. Anyways, after our terrible first impression on each other, I decided to go down stairs and apologize to him for pushing him off the side of our house with a clown mask. When Hunter opened the door, he was crying, and his parents were throwing anything they could manage to pick up at each other. I, being the kind and gentle person I am (not), took Hunter's hands and let him stay the night at my house. After that, it became a regular occasion.

"Psst, wake up." I whispered into Hunter's ear as I got out of bed, basically pulling the entire bed covers with me. "You know the drill, my parents are gonna' wake up soon." Sighing I untangled myself from the warm covers and could already imagine my parents walking down the hallway. Thee, thy, thoe, thum, wake up my pretty {Insert evil witch cackle and Dad choking on something in his throat AKA a laugh.}

"..." Hunter responded nicely. Ugh, he never gets up when I tell him too. He's a sixteen-seventeen soon-year-old dude, meaning he should be able to handle himself. But, no, he needs me to wake him up every single morning. I hate him so much sometimes...gently hate him.

Slowly and carefully, I walked in to the bathroom and started my shower. But, before I could get in, I decided to surprise Hunter, and no not an ordinary surprise an evil surprise. Humming to myself the song Dark Horse by Katy Perry, I filled a bucket of water. My mouth curved into a sharp dagger as the water filled the space inside, and my heart filled with joy as I imagined Hunter crying from getting wet. I turned off the faucet and started to creep back to my room on my tiptoes.

Looking around the room I noticed something very important, Hunter was not in bed.

Oh, crap. Looking down, I realized the bucket of water was not in my grasp anymore but in his. My body stiffened in realization and I turned around as if I was caught smuggling weed. Damn, I wish I had a weapon.

Hunter gave me a pedophilic smile and lifted the bucket above his head, oh so very close to me. We were only four inches apart and the look on his face was nothing but pure victory. Stupid cocky boy, I thought, this is my house and I'm obviously the queen, but apparently Hunter doesn't seem to care. Sadly, I watched in pure horror as Hunter began tipping the bucket, and then ...I was covered in water.