Living with the badboy

13

I got dressed as fast as I could before Hunter popped in again.

Hunter could irritate me in a whole different way. Normally I shrug others off but that seems not to be possible around hunter. Something about him made me act differently and I did not like it one bit. This was always a thing, even when we were younger.

-Flashback-

"Haha those braces make you look like a nerd!" Hunter teased, even though I knew he didn't mean it it still bothered me.

"They do not." I groaned as I crossed my armies over my chest narrowing my eyes at him. I hated how he looked so cool in his denim jacket and with his long dark hair. He looked like a badboy even though he was just like me, still young. Me on the other hand was a total dork. My hair was thin and looked flat in my ponytail. I always had giant glasses that were to big for my head because I had such a small face. And to top it al off I had braces.

He must had seen me frown because he looked bothered by his remark. His face began to collar bright red and he looked at the ground.

"Not that you are ugly or anything you...
... you look good"  he replied hesitantly while fidgeting with his fingers.

"Oh" was the only thing that came out. I was taken aback by his words. They sounded so strange from his mouth, like they were not supposed to be said.

"Thank you" was the only thing that I could manage to get out. I looked at his face and saw him staring at me.

"Why are you looking so funny at me?" I stated bluntly and regretted the words instantly.

"I don't know hehe was I ?" He joked scratching his head. His blush deepened and I could not help but think about how cute he looked his light freckles scrunching up with each facial expression. He was quite something else...

The rest of the day we talked about school, hobbies and lots of other things.

-End of flashback-

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I walked into the kitchen and my mouth began to water instantly. The intoxicating smell of freshly baked pancakes and fruits hung in the air waiting to get noticed by anybody.

The table was filled with baguettes, croissants, waffles, pancakes, eggs, bacon, fruits, orange juice, coffee, thee and a whole lot more. This was unreal, I have never seen something like this.

I must have stood there for a long time because I jumped at an all to familiar voice behind me.

"Oh dear sit next to Hunter, there is a spot free next to him." She chirped.

I directed my gaze at Hunter and winched at his hostile expression. He barely glanced at me and I could not help what was going through his head.

Did he not act all childish and kinda okay to me moments ago and act al 'look at me and I will fucking murder you' now?
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Hunters POV

I walked out her room feeling all satisfied at myself for making her so irritated. She made it so easy for me. 

I quickly dressed myself in a casual but still a bit formal outfit. My stepmom thinks dressing yourself optimal is very important for some twisted reason?

Seriously where did it go wrong in your youth?

Somewhere in the back of my head was a voice that kept screening g I should not get to close with Julia.
I had no idea why until I thought about it for a little while.

Seeing her hurt a little emotionally and I didnt like that, not one bit. I hated her and I always did right? Okay. Of always at some point I felt affection for Julia, she was my first crush. But I hated her now. Her and er stupid perfect parents. The kind of parents that cared about you and love you. My parents don't love me I know that for sure. Her and her stress free live, the live without expectations to live up to. Her and her strength. Her and the emotions she gave me, and believe me I do not like these emotions one bit actually. Her.

I better stay away from her she made me feel things. Things I do not understand and that often leave me confused.

I should push her away as fast as possible.

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She walked in the kitchen looking dumbstruck at the table. It was filled with everything a breakfast table could be filled with.

I felt my lip twitch at how cute she looked. She always loved breakfast, even when we were little.

Her messy blonde hair was in a messy bun and the lose strands wiped er cheeks. She wore an oversized hoodie and grey sport shorts. The fuzzy socks she wore were not only different length but also a different color.

We were all already dressed in casual outfits because my 'mother' disliked it when we wore pajamas in the house. Only because it she was scared someone would see us in our pajamas and think we were actual human beings. Crazy right?

I almost laughed at how disoriented and ashamed she looked in her sloppy night outfit. Even though she was absolutely adorable. She always was but then again she remanded me to much at the 'always' what could better be addressed as the 'past'.

This actually made me sad. I missed how things were before...

Stop it Hunter you should leave it, why do you act weak al of sudden?

Because of her.

I shrugged off any thoughts about the past and figured it would be best if I left the room before I gave to much away to anyone. I'm good at hiding emotions but I'm not that good. I'm not a superhuman being. Heck I make mistakes all the time. Bad choices could be my middle name.

After I finished my waffle I darted out of the room as fast as I could and as far away from Jules as possible.

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A/N

Hmm I really really want to tell you more about hunters past

Butt...
I want to take things slow and not rush tha book;)

Until the next chap and byeee