Barbie Transformation

Stormier than an argument

Turns out that our driver couldn't take me to school today. Gran's car is in service and I'm drowning in sorrow and pity, waiting for a car ride that will never happen.

I take this time (at the bottom of the stairs of Gran's house) to think about everything. Our miniature argument between Hunter and I has turned out into a catastrophe. I haven't spoken to him in nearly 10 hours. Everything would be fine if he hadn't stepped into my personal bubble. Or maybe it was my problem... I didn't mean to sound so cold. The subject just really wasn't the topic I wanted to hear in the moment. Everything was going fine beforehand.

But Hunter was nowhere near right in calling me a worthless barbie. Those words are the definition of cruel. I didn't need to hear them again, especially if they're coming from his mouth.

Every time I remember him saying those words, I wince. His expression... Mortified me.

I look at my phone, there are 7 missed calls and 15 unopened messages. I decide to look through the messages first.

To my surprise, some of them are from Carly and Sunny.

I read theirs first

From Carly:

Em, where are you? You missed first period English.

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From Sunny:

Hurry up! Jayden has a surprise for you <3

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From Unknown

Emmerson, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it

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From Unknown

Please, text me back. It's Hunter

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From Unknown

I really need to talk to you x

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From Unknown

Lets just talk this out

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I delete the rest, knowing that all of the texts would be as similar as the ones before. I hunch my back and hang my head in my hands, waiting for someone to take me to school. The walk is too far. More than 9.8km

Gran is still asleep and I wouldn't want to disturb her and ask her to cancel the service.

I frown and begin to walk to school. The walk is at more than an hour and a half, but there's nothing else I can do. I can't skip, I have the Science Club to attend after school.

After taking a few memorised turns, I begin to realise I'm lost. I've been going around in a huge circle and I feel that my knees are about to buckle. I look at my phone and the time reads 12:02. I've been walking for two hours, non-stop. I begin to panic when I pass a bar. There are big, buff old men sitting at an outside table staring at me. I walk quickly and cross streets but trip over a gutter next to the pathway. I let out a small yelp and crash to the ground.

Tears start to form in my eyes and I quickly sit up to examine my legs. My hands sting like hell and my left leg has an enormous graze travelling down from my knee to my ankle. I look up through watery eyes and see a small park a few hundred metres ahead. I begin to sob and run towards it. I recognise it as the park Hunter and I first kissed at.

The hurtful sensation doesn't die, no matter what speed I run at. Opposite the playground stands the all-too-familiar building I visit five times a week. I rush up to it and quickly look around. The lunch bell hasn't rung yet, so it's still third period. I rush behind the building, knowing that Hunter should be leaning against it with his friends (like Olivia first told me).

I let out a small sob when I see Hunter there, Quinton and Autumn aren't with him though. Hunter turns his head when he feels someone staring at him.

His eyes grow wide and he pushes himself away from the wall and stands on the grass, unsure of how to react. The tears are running aimlessly down my cheeks and I rush up to him and engulf him in a huge hug.

"Emmerson?" Hunter asks cautiously and strokes my hair soothingly. I shake my head and hug him tighter, needing someone to comfort me.

I've walked nearly twelve kilometes, my feet hurt, my converse are ruined, some drunks were undressing me with their eyes, I fell over and grazed my legs and hands, I'm tired, my parents don't give a shit about me and all I need is someone. Just, someone.

"Emmerson, what's wrong?" Hunter questions, pulling away from me and looking directly into my soaking eyes. I must look like a retch. Thank god I'm not wearing mascara or eyeliner.

He wipes both of his thumbs under both of my eyes, erasing all traces of my tears. In this moment, I realise that Hunter really does care. He really wants to know if I'm okay. He cares.

This new information drives my mind insane, I love the feeling that I can finally talk to someone without being judged. I immediately lean up without hesitation and roughly kiss him on the lips.

Hunter takes a second to understand that Im kissing him but he finally replies with a kiss equally as lustful as mine. The desire between us is overpowering and I can't express how much I've longed for this moment again. I put my arm around his neck and gently tug his hair, causing a deep throated moan to escape. Hunter runs his hand along my back and I shiver from his touch.

Only a few moments later, Hunter pulls away from me. He looks confused but delighted, too. "Em" he whispers and I look into his mesmerising eyes.

"Tell me." He instructs and I hang my head down. I'm such an attention seeker, I'm even willing to explode all of my feelings on a boy that probably has his own to deal with.

"Don't worry about it. I'm being selfish" I explain and turn my gaze away from him. Hunter's hands bring mine up to his chest, "Emmerson, you aren't being selfish. It's healthy to let your feelings out. I'm here for you." He offers a small smile and my knees buckle. I collapse into his chest and he guides me to sit down on the grass.

I put my legs in front of me to examine them. The blood has dripped onto my white converse. Yay.

"Jesus Emmerson! What did you do?" Hunter looks at me frantically. "I fell." I say simply and he scrunches his eyebrows.

"You fell? Did you fall out of the car?" Hunter asks and I shake my head.

"I walked. The driver couldn't make it and Gran was asleep." I shrugged and Hunter looks at me sympathetically. "You could've asked me. I would've driven you" he offers and I shake my head furiously, "And get in that screaming machine? No thank you!" I laugh and Hunter grins, "you would survive."

We go silent for a few seconds, "Emmerson, didn't you say the walk was too long? How long?" He interrogates me and I begin to feel suffocated.

"Twelve kilometres..." I say quietly and Hunter's head snaps up to mine. "Twelve what? Twelve fucking kilometres? Fuck! Emmerson..." He growls and my bottom lip begins to quiver, "I would've been there in less than 20 minutes if you called me." He says and runs a hand through his hair aggressively.

He would've been there. Unlike my father, my mother, my brother. They all left me. And Hunter would be there? For me? Not for long. As soon as he helps me out, he's going to drop me like the trash I am. I'm going to be dirt under his foot and this school will be a reminder of Hunter everyday, like my house is of my father.

"Emmerson?" Hunter asks and I shake my head. "What's wrong?" He lifts my chin up but I avert my gaze.

"Um, what's Plan E?" I quickly ask, hoping to change the subject.

(A/N: Long enough? Thoughts please :) and Please comment and vote whether or not you want Hunter's P.O.V? I might do it for the next chapter....? This scene was kind of slow and weird, but the next one will be big!

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