Mr Bad Boy Who Lives Next Door ✔

| Eighteen |

Have you ever wished that you could go back in time?
Ever wished you could right a wrong?
What would happen if you did go back in time?
What would you change?

People stared at me in the hallways. Awe and disgust written on their faces.

I had survived a car accident but I was bruised and battered in return.
People were so quick to judge. I heard students muttering about sexual violence and I heard rumours about Hunter and I that had spread.

That's the one that cut me down the most.

"Apparently she was all 'kiss me Hunter' and he did but she got all clingy" I heard someone mutter.

"Omg really?" The other person would reply.

Than they would turn to stare at me as I limped by. I  wondered; as I sat in the bathroom; who could have told them that.

There were only two people in that room that night. I passed Hunter in the hallways but never made eye contact. It had gone back to the way it used to be.

Like it never happened.

Like I had woken up from a dream.

Yet the hurt and pain still cut deep. Eleanor was over my house every afternoon. She'd become one of the closest people in my life.

Other than my mum of course.

True to his word, William brought me a new car. I insisted that I was only joking and tried to hand the keys back but he huffed and told me 'I was hurting his feelings'.

It wasn't until later, I learned he used his savings to buy it for me.
It was a mustang.

Mum had grown used to the company of William and Eleanor. We often had dinner every weekend together because their parents were out of town.

Mum sided with William on Civil War.

I had almost forgotten about the entire time Hunter and I had spent together.
Mr Alex sensed our disapproval for each other and decided against making us partners again.

I was getting back to my routine, only an extra two people in my life.
It wasn't until the day Eleanor and William had to leave for the week because tragedy had struck their family it all changed again.

"Following the German invasion of the Soviet Union in 1941, the tide gradually turned against the Nazis, who suffered major military defeats in 1943.." I read as I walked along the hallway.

History was being a bum. Who even wanted to study this stuff anyway? It only brings up painful memories and racial slurs.

I kept reading, rounding the corner. Suddenly, the words were flying right at my face as I crashed into someone.

"Oh fûck" I swore, clutching my nose.

The book fell to the floor. "You should look where you're going" a voice said.

I knew that voice, but I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of looking at him. I bent down and grabbed the book, trying to flick back to the page I had been reading.