|1.3| Clueless Complications✓

F o u r: Ew, Cringe

F o u r: Ew, Cringe

I was happy it was lunch time, as I tiredly sat my tray on my lunch table in front of my friends. The four remaining classes I had with Hunter, were not as easy as it had been for me for the first period. Luckily, more police officers came so that Hunter, could actually learn in class, and not be viciously attacked by his psychotic fans. But, even after people calmed down, he was, of course, still uncomfortable by their weird stares. When he sat down next to me in the classes, as basically instructed by principal Malton, I immediately got death threat stares, knowing I was going to be number one most hated girl in Oakhall High School until I graduate.

Oh joy (please note my sarcasm, thank you).

"You, my friend, look like Chucky without makeup. Here, have this concealer to cover up those nasty bags underneath your eyes." Tyler shivered, handing me his concealer, and a small mirror.

I gave him a grateful smile before applying the content underneath my eyes.

"So, besides me seeing Hunter, in literature class, and you dragging him out of his vicious torment didn't go unnoticed, " Stella said, smirking as she took a bite of her chicken tenders.

Tyler's head snapped towards my direction, " wait, so the rumors are true? That people saw you drag Hunter, to an unknown location. I heard you guys went to the janitor's closet, and you forced him to have sex with you," Tyler chuckled, and I raised an eyebrow.

Of course, me saving mr. Hollywood, didn't go unnoticed. I was basically being glared at by many people due to my 'uncalled for ' action.

I shrugged, " look, Principal Malton, said I should help show him the dynamics of the school, so I felt obligated to help him," I stated truthfully.

I think.

Stella smirked, and Tyler didn't look so convinced.

" or..." Stella said, before continuing, " You felt like you needed to help him because I mean, who wouldn't want to help a sexy Hollywood bad boy, yum." Stella said clapping her hands ecstatically.

Tyler sighed, " man, I so wish he was gay, I mean, just look at him." Tyler declared, grabbing his phone, and shoved it in my face, to see he had googled Hunter Wren on his search bar.

I looked through the images of Hunter, and tilted my head a little. It weirded me out, only a few hours ago, I was in a room alone with him singing beauty and the beast.

Man, I really needed to get a life.

I shrugged, handing Tyler back his phone. "Guys look, the only man that could make me cry of joy is Jesus Christ." I declared dramatically.

Both Stella and Tyler looked confused. " I thought you were an atheist?" Tyler asked and I scoffed.

"I am not, because one, I believe in God, I just don't believe everything in the bible. Two, if my mom found out I am atheist, never mind, I don't even want to imagine the thought." I said, shuddering.

"It's like the time I told my parents I was gay," Tyler said, since his dad was a pastor, and mom, was a choir singer, so imagine what their reactions were, yikes.

" How could we forget, we were at your house when you told them for moral support. You mom broke down on the ground, saying she has failed you, and started singing gospel songs, while weeping her eyes out like no tomorrow. And you dad almost had a heart attack, and had to go to the hospital." Stella stated, and I snorted.

"I mean, at least they accept you now, well, sort of, since they are still trying to force you to date Katherine from your church," I concluded, and Tyler rolled his eyes.