Frost on the Green (The Green Girl sequel) ✓

Chapter 40

A/N: The Prologue to Hunt Me Down is up (link in the comments). There’s no Hunter so far, but he’ll be in Chapter 1 which I’ll upload later this week.

I want to take this opportunity to thank you for the “Get well!” messages and comments. I truly appreciate them and I want you to know that your sweet gesture made me feel better when I had a hard time with that nasty bug. After three days of fighting it, I came out victorious and am almost as good as new.

Lastly, this chapter is dedicated to everyone who loves and supports boyxboy stories and ships same gender couples ♡

 

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Skyler’s POV

I blinked a few times, my eyes adjusting to the neon bright lights glued to the walls and the shine coming from the multicolored dance floor. Each tile emitted a glow in one of the colors of the rainbow. I noticed that some of them had a strawberry or a pink swirly S painted over them.

“Damn it, this place is packed,” Hunter shouted over the loud techno music, taking off his sweatshirt to reveal a perfectly sculpted body under a white singlet. He flung his top over his shoulder and went on: “I’ll go see if I can find us a table.”

Just a moment after he’d said that he’d shoved his way through the swinging bodies and out of our sight.

“I bet he’s going to flirt with one of the waiters to get us a table,” Devon leaned towards me but even then I could barely make out what he was saying. “He’s done that before. In the mean time, let’s go order from the bar; he’ll text me if he finds one.”

“How are we going to know which table to go to?” I screamed just as I felt a bump on my shoulder. I turned around, slightly anxious someone might start flirting with me, but it was only Keegan.

“He’ll text us the table number. They…” Devon paused as a laughing and slightly drunken couple passed between us. “They all have numbers to the side. I hope he manages to get us one on the second storey; it’s a bit quieter there.”

I looked up and to my surprise there was indeed another level. I could see the people sitting on tables and chatting or leaning on the glass panels, gazing down at the center of the club which served as the dance floor. I briefly wondered if the onlookers upstairs could recognize anyone from the hopping crowd.

“This way,” Devon pointed with a nod and led us through the masses and to the bar. I noticed more neon lights, this time in the form of a cocktail glass with the word Strawberry across it, written in the same tilted font as the S on the tiles.

We ordered drinks – Devon taking one for Hunter as well – and were just paying for them when my new bearded friend received a text and smiled.

“It’s not on the second floor but he’s found us a table,” he informed us and took the role of our guide once again.

We found Hunter leaning on a small round table, checking out for potential hook-ups with the same hunger as he did while we waited outside.

Hunter’s on the hunt, I thought. I wonder who Hunter is going to hunt down tonight.

“Did you get my rum and coke?” He asked Devon who handed him the drink in reply.

“Who did you have to snare to get us this spot?” His friend asked. Even though we were at the back of the club where the music was lower, he still had to raise his voice to be heard.