Running With a Bad Boy Rewrite || COMPLETE ||

Chapter 5

I sipped the cup of sweet coffee I had prepared and made sure to leave some for Hunter because he sure as hell was going to be hung over after last night. Why was he even chugging down the alcohol? He mentioned a meeting with his father who he'd never really mentioned before. Then why did he tell me he had a date last night? Was it just to try and make me jealous and if so, why was he trying? He told me to invite Tristan. Not like the idea popped into my head, I was just going to deny the offer since Hunter had other plans.

When the beast finally came downstairs I informed him there was a fresh pot of caffeine. He poured himself a glass all while squinting his eyes and rubbing his messy head.

"Do you remember last night?" I decided to ask him.

"No," he answered, his voice groggy.

"Well you chugged some vodka, any specific reason why?"

"It's too early for your damn questions," he growled my way and headed for the living room. He lit a cigarette and began to smoke it while sitting on the sofa.

I sat in the armchair and watched the moving pictures on the screen sipping what was in my cup when out of the blue a skittle comes flying at my head. I turned to Hunter and he was munching on the candy focused on the television. The bag sat on the table so I grabbed a handful and acted as if I were going to eat some, but when he wasn't paying attention I chucked one at his skull.

"Excuse me but that was awfully rude," he told me, flipping his imaginary long hair over his shoulder. I threw another skittle and it hit his nose.

Hunter threw one my way but I knew it was coming so I opened my mouth and caught it with ease, chomping down on the strawberry flavored piece.

"It's called talent," I told him when he stared at me in disbelief. When he opened his mouth I threw one but he missed.

"You suck at aim."

"You suck at catching," I retorted. By the time we were finished with the bag our skittle war had made a mess on the floor below. Hunter insisted I was going to clean it up but I refused. I wasn't the only one who made the mess.

"I'm going to take a shower and when I get back this mess better be cleaned up," Hunter announced as he stood and stretched.

"Hell no, I'm not doing this all by myself."

He ignored me and ran upstairs to leave me alone. There was no way I was picking up all those skittles by myself so I entered the kitchen to wash my cup and prepare a small meal of macaroni and cheese for myself. By the time a bowl was made Hunter was finished in the shower and came downstairs with only a towel wrapped around his waist. The way the water dripped down his chest from his wet hair had me week in the knees. His muscles flexed when he noticed the mess was still there.

"You didn't pick those up," he stated.

"You're right."

Hunters face changed then and he gave me a look like I was a weak antelope and he was the hungry lion. "I told you to clean that mess," he growled stalking towards me.

"Go away," I said taking a step around the counter to try and escape incase he pounced. He was in a towel so if he did grab me it would be awkward, and hopefully his towel didn't come loose even though he probably wouldn't mind.

He snatched me in his arms when I tried to make a run and pinned me down on the couch, his hands lingering to my hips and then...he started tickling me. I was screaming under his half naked body begging for him to stop. I was extremely ticklish and couldn't help but nearly piss my pants when his hands roamed all the right spots.