Why I Hate Hunter

{16}. Even Drunk and Tired

Someone's elbow on her stomach startled the sleep out of her. She jumped in her bed only to be pushed down again by someone who seemed to not know what they were doing. Before she even had time to scare herself with assumptions that were not true, Hunter finally positioned himself on top of her, his big hands holding her shoulders down.

"I did it!" he whispered, a big grin plastered on his messed up face half lit by the small ray of light passing through her opened window. "I killed your pu**y!"

Mavis' eyes grew twice in size as she immediately pushed Hunter away from her.

She was confused and horrified so the first thing she did was to check if all her clothes were on. Then, she pushed herself all the way up to the head of her bed and wrapped her soft sheets around her body firmly.

"What the hell Hunter!" She whisper-yelled at him.

"I killed your pus**y!" he exclaimed again and this time he hiccuped right before he finished his last word, not at all making it less horrendous.

Mavis was pretty sure Hunter would never do anything to her, but seeing his pretty unshaved face and how his eyes were glistening on the dark she couldn't help but feel her heart accelerate.

"You are drunk." she simply said.

Hunter nodded.

"And I fell like twice before making it here."

She had to stop herself from leaning forward and checking if he was all right. She was still very much mad at him even though the past week not once had they talked to each other. But Mavis had seen Hunter getting drunk and he was barely functional every single time.

Before she even had time to talk herself out of her petty annoyance and go near him so she could check if he was all right, Hunter started jumping up and down on the bed like a 5-year-old high on sugar and started singing almost too loudly.

"I killed your pus**y! I killed your pus..."

Mavis sprang forward immediately and put her right hand over his mouth that kept singing not at all bothered by her, his voice muffled this time.

Even though she had to stop Hunter from waking up everyone in the house, she kept her sheets firmly around her, and instinctively too, she made sure to press her legs together as much as she could.

"Shut up!" Mavis yelled as she clasped her hand forcefully over Hunter's mouth.

And Hunter did stop just to slowly tilt his head to the right, his eyes intent on Mavis' face.

"You are blushing," he said.

Mavis pulled her hand and herself right against the headboard once again pulling her sheets flush against her body as if that would stop the horrible blush spreading quickly on her cheeks.

She had no idea what was going on. That very afternoon she had avoided Hunter just like every other day, and Hunter had long given up trying to talk to her. In reality, he only tried once to talk to her, all the other times he seemed quite fine with the idea of them pretending to not know each other. Almost as if he was happy too.

That very Friday Hunter had not spared her a single look or acknowledgment of any kind. Mavis had reciprocated. And now, out of nowhere, he was right in front of her, drunk and claiming horrible stuff with a smile so soft and sporty as if he had never removed it when he was around her.

She looked at the clock sitting on her dresser just to see it was way past midnight. The blush coloring her cheeks disappeared as annoyance filled in.