Bella's Hunt

FORTY-SIX

When I get Lydia in the backseat of my car, after chasing her around Vanessa's yard, I get into the front seat and drive home. She stays quiet for the majority of the ride until she starts whining in the backseat.

"My head hurts!" She cries loudly and I glance back at her.

"You shouldn't have got shit-faced." I tell her and she glares at me.

"You're just jealous."

"Of what?"

"My hot body!" She takes off Chris' jacket and tosses it into the front seat. I roll my eyes before smiling at her drunk ass.

"Yes, Lydia, I am totally jealous of your rack." She smiles victoriously at me and leans onto the console. "But you didn't have to dance naked in front of everyone just to prove to Blake that you're fun."

Her cheeks redden and she runs her hand through her hair. "He wasn't even there tonight." She mumbles and I look over at her. "So I got mad."

"You and me both." I smirk at her and she smiles.

I pull into the driveway and we both clamber out of the car. Lydia laughs loudly when I trip because of the heels and I push her, making her fall. It's my turn to laugh loudly and she glares at me.

She rolls over onto her chest and begins crawling towards the porch. "You look like the grudge!" I laugh loudly while pointing at her.

She crawls up to the porch and I follow her. I unlock the door and hold up for her to crawl inside. She jumps onto the couch before sprawling out and groaning.

I close the door behind me and toss my keys into the dish. "Bella?"

The lights flip on and we turn to see my mom coming downstairs. Shit.

"Hi, mom." I say quietly as I kick off my heels.

"Where the hell were you?"

I snap my head towards Lydia who's hiding under a pillow. "I thought you said you texted her!" I hiss.

"Uh... I thought I did." She shrugs and glances over at my mom with a small smile.

"Did you guys go to a party?"

"Yes, we went to a party." I nod and my mom raises a brow. "It's Vanessa birthday and this shithead wanted to go so I went with her."

"You left Cam here by himself." She states and walks over to me.

"You were over at Hunter's."

"Isabella-"

"Mom," I sigh and her brows furrow. "Can we please talk about this tomorrow? I'm tired, I've been dealing with Lydia's drunk ass for nearly three hours and I just want to go to sleep."

She narrows her eyes at me before looking down at Lydia, who's now completely passed out. I roll my eyes and run my hair through my hair, pulling out the hair tie and letting my hair fall.

"We can talk about this tomorrow." She nods and grabs my shoulders. "You're not acting out because I made you go to your father's, are you?"

"No," I chuckle.

She cups my cheek before pulling me into a hug and kissing the top of my head. "Good night, baby girl."

"Goodnight."

When I get upstairs, I instantly change into Hunter's t-shirt and a pair of red basketball shorts. I toss the other clothes at the bottom of my closet and crawl onto my bed.

I snuggle into my comforter, inhaling the smell and my brows furrow when I smell Hunter. My eyes snap open and I realize that the smell is coming from his shirt, not him.