Why I Hate Hunter

{19}. You Do Know Voodoo Then

As Mavis walked towards the Jensen's house she tried to remember every word of her long speech prepared exclusively only for Hunter.

"I never intended to let something like that happen. I felt unable to move, and so, I gave you the impression that I wanted you to kiss me. My...embarrasment at the end was not a product of me enjoying the moment, it was an involuntary reaction towards the sot spot you landed on. You have to understand that this is mostly your fault but..."

"You are mumbling like an idiot now, are you okay?!"

Mrs. Jensen met her at the door. She was wearing her flowery apron and her hands were full of dirt over the thick pink gloves. She was working on her flowers again.

"Hmm, sorry, I was just trying to remember something," she mumbled, embarrassed at herself.

Besides coming off as a naive, stupid and inexperienced girl that couldn't stop the guy she hated the most from kissing her, she looked like a moron too now.

"well, if it's you reciting some poem for you literature class or whatever you take, then its fine honey. If not, then I don't even want to know what that inner monologue was about."

Mavis blushed.

"In Hunter inside?!"

"In his cave yes. Sulking like a baby for something that I truly don't care about. You kids these days are full of unnecessary drama." Mrs. Jensen replied as patronizing as ever, but Mavis knew she knew at least the topic of whatever made Hunter sulky.

She walked straight to Hunter's 'manly room' her hands folded together in front of her, her hair let loose so it could easily cover her face at any moment, and her steps small and steady.

Mavis didn't want to do this. Talk to Hunter and be reminded of that shameful day, but they had ignored each other for too long, and the more time passed, the more she was uncomfortable.

She wanted Hunter to stay away from her and her life, but not like this. Not like this because any time she saw him she wanted to open up a grave and bury herself in for eternity. So she was about to take the leap, make the mature decision to bring peace between the two. Their special peace in which they just fought and nothing else ever happened.

"What do you want Mine?!" Hunter's voice came from inside the room, without even bothering to turn around and actually confirm that she was there. "You smell full of crap!"

He seemed like he was sulking indeed. Sitting on the couch with his legs crossed his console hanging lifelessly on his hand. The table was full of empty cans and snacks.

"The real crap smell here comes from inside this room," Mavis commented overwhelmed by the many smells circulating the darkened and closed room.

"Suck it," was all he replied.

Mavis considered going away and leaving him be, she didn't have to apologize to him, who for some reason had kissed her against his own will too, but a good speech would go to waste if she did so. Plus, she really wanted to do this.

"Listen," she cleared her throat as she expected him to turn around. But Hunter didn't even bother.

"Hunter, I'm talking to you!"

Her nerves were killing her, and now Hunter was being a true dick. Marching in front of him, entering the stupid room for the first time, she stopped only when she was in front of the TV and was the only one in his line of vision.

"Look, I'm not in the mood for you," Hunter didn't even look at her in the eye, and there was truly no other emotion there but sadness. His face was pale and his eyes looked darker than usual. "If you want to shout at me, then shoo."