Hunter's POV
The alpha walks to me with a huge smile on his face, how annyoing. I smile back of course, It hurts.
"Hello, I'm Grey ," he said with his clear Australian accent. What the fuck?! Why does it seem like there's literal sparkles coming from him?! Pull yourself together. I straighten up and greet him while trying my best to give the biggest smile I can hive. Again, it hurts.
I turn away, it hurts too much to bear.
I feel like he was smiling when I wasn't looking, probably just me...
Grey's POV
I'm excited, like a little kid on Christmas.
I look around for where "Hunter" is.
He doesn't seem to be in one of the many friend groups I see around the room.
I see a group pf boys, why are they the omly ones without a uniform on?
They're probably the type of people who have parents with money so they think they can do whatever they want.
Forget it, I have to look for Hunter.
This must be him, the one sitting in the back. Alone.
Strange.
Why is he all by himself. I smile at him, he smiles back.
Oh. So that's why.
He doesn't like people, or no one likes him.... one of those must be why.
"Hello, I'm Grey," I smile while saying.
He smiles and slips out "I'm Hunter."
After a split second, he turns around.
It's akward.
"So, um.. you have to do this..." he continues to talk and show me his notes.
His hands... they look rough...
His sleeves are navy blue...it looks like a... red stain...?
What if- no, no, no, no, no; It's probably a ketchup stain or um ya know some random red stuff on his sleeve. It can't be that.
Hunter's POV
He sits down, something smells nice, is it him?
Focus.
Right, this is akward. I have to say something. I end up unconsciously explain how to do 900 word essay and what we write about. I just follow what my mind tells me to say.
Grey doesn't seem to be paying attention, what is he looking at-
I then suddenly realize he's staring at my sleeve. Why?
Oh-! SHIT SHIT SHIT! I forgot to bandage the cuts! Great job, idiot. For the first time someone is going to find out, wonderful.
He reaches out to my forearm- no.
Stop him, idiot.
I anxiously yet unknowingly grab his hand- good job, you surely fucked up now.
YOU ARE READING
He's "fine."
FantasyHe's fine, he always has been. No one sees through his big smile, until one day he stumbles upon Grey. Hunter doesn't want or need Grey's help, he's fine after all. Grey saw through his smile at first site. Why is he helping Hunter anyway??? Wanted...
